The Right Question

1,

A child of 7 is asked by her grandfather, gruffly and out of the blue, with no lead up.

Do you believe in God?

Yes.

Why?

Because I exist, and someone must have made me.

A confident theological reply to a question that becomes more pained with age.

2,

In old age, she remembered this incident from the distant past, and recounted it to her husband, now also older.

He commented, you answered the wrong question.

She demanded, how would you answer?

Put the question to me.

3,

Do you believe in God?

Yes.

Why?

In my heart is a God shaped hole.

The existential answer to the real question.