I remember my days in Sunday School. We met in the small church sanctuary, pulling long curtains across the room in the ludicrous attempt to divide the kids into more controllable small groups.

The chaos was invigorating for us and, I am certain, sheer insanity for the teachers.

I confess I was not an ideal student although I have, at times, imagined that Jesus would have been proud of my behavior.

I was a why-child.

You know the type. We are the ones who can drive an adult to utter distraction in minutes. A why-child is never satisfied with what adults would call reasonable answers. Why-children always punctuate the end of every adult statement with a "Why?"

"We will all take our seats now and begin with a prayer."

"Why?"

"And God created the heavens and the earth."

"Why?"

The teachers called such behavior disruptive in the notes they sent home to my parents.

I called it education. I still do.

It is my contention that the revelation of God was not a once and for all event but rather a continuing series of events and the way we discover these revelations is by asking, "Why?"

"Become a child," Jesus commanded.

I think I know the reason why.