If I Met God, These Would Be My First Questions

Human existence is a paradox wrapped in mystery, a riddle with answers that seem to hide just beyond the horizon of understanding. Throughout history, countless philosophers, theologians, and seekers of truth have attempted to make sense of our place in the universe. Why are we here? Why do we suffer? Is there meaning behind our joys and sorrows, or are we merely drifting through a cosmic accident?

If I had the unimaginable opportunity to stand before God, to gaze upon the Creator of all things, I wouldn’t waste the moment with trivial questions. Instead, I would ask the two most pressing, the two most bewildering questions that have haunted me throughout my life.

🜏 Why Haven’t You Killed the Devil?

The Devil—Satan, Lucifer, the Adversary. Every major religion has some concept of an opposing force to good, an entity whose very existence is tied to deception, destruction, and corruption. He is the tempter, the great manipulator, the whisperer in the dark corners of the soul. And yet, despite being an open enemy of God and humanity, he continues to exist.

If God is omnipotent, if He has the power to create and destroy at will, why not eliminate the Devil once and for all? Why allow him to continue sowing chaos, leading people astray, and bringing suffering upon the innocent?

Some argue that the Devil’s existence is necessary for free will. That without an opposing force, good would lose its meaning. But this answer does not sit well with me.

Why should an all-powerful and all-loving God require a villain for His creation to thrive? If He desires a world of love, why permit hatred to fester? If He wants humanity to choose righteousness, why allow an entity to actively sabotage that choice?

Some believers claim that the Devil is already defeated, that his power is an illusion, and that faith renders him powerless. But looking at the world, at the wars, the cruelty, the greed, and the suffering—it does not seem like an illusion. It seems very real.

So I would ask: God, why do You allow the Devil to exist? And beyond that, if You created him knowing that he would rebel, why create him at all?

📜 If You Wrote Everyone’s Fate, Why Is Mine So Unfair?

The second question is far more personal. It is the question of destiny, of fate, of justice.

If God is truly the author of every human’s life, why do our stories look so different? If He has predetermined every moment of existence, why is my life filled with struggle while another’s is filled with ease?

Why is one child born into unimaginable wealth, while another is left to starve before they learn to speak? Why does one person inherit health and opportunity, while another is destined to battle disease and oppression? Why do some live free while others are shackled, not only by chains but by circumstances beyond their control?

Many religious teachings suggest that suffering is a test, a means of spiritual growth. That hardship refines the soul like fire purifies gold. But why, then, are some never tested at all? Why do some float through life untouched by tragedy while others are buried beneath it from birth?

And if suffering is truly necessary for growth, then why do we instinctively avoid it? Why does our very nature fight against it? Why does a mother weep over her sick child? Why does a person cry out in pain when their heart is broken? If suffering was meant to be, why do we resist it with every fiber of our being?

The concept of divine justice implies that every soul receives what they deserve. But if a child is born into famine, if an innocent person is struck by disaster, if a life is cut short by war, disease, or crime—where is the justice in that? If God has already written our fates, then He must have known every tragedy, every heartbreak, every injustice before it occurred. And if He knew, then why didn’t He change it?

⚖️ Fate vs. Free Will: A Paradox Without an Answer

Perhaps the most frustrating contradiction of all is the battle between destiny and free will.

Religious teachings often claim that God knows everything that will ever happen. That He exists outside of time, seeing past, present, and future as one. If this is true, then it means every decision I will ever make has already been accounted for. Every mistake, every success, every moment of hesitation—it has all been foreseen.

So then, am I truly free?

If my path has already been determined, then am I simply a character following a script I didn’t write? And if that’s the case, then how can I be held accountable for my actions?

If I fail, if I sin, if I make the wrong choice—wasn’t that choice already written? If I was always going to make it, did I ever really have a say?

And if my choices are mine alone, and my destiny is not set in stone, then does that mean there are things even God does not know?

This paradox has troubled theologians and philosophers for centuries. Some argue that God’s knowledge does not interfere with free will, that knowing the outcome does not mean controlling it. But if He has the power to intervene, to guide, to alter the course of history—why let suffering continue?

🌍 The Burden of Inequality: A Divine Plan or a Flawed System?

Beyond individual fate lies the greater question of inequality.

If God created all humans, why did He make some inherently more fortunate than others? Why are some born into safety, while others come into the world in the midst of violence? Why do some inherit love, while others are raised in cruelty?

Religious leaders often claim that material wealth is meaningless in the grand scheme of eternity. That what matters is the soul, not the physical body. But tell that to the child who goes to bed hungry. Tell that to the family torn apart by war. Tell that to the man who spends his life struggling to survive while another enjoys endless luxury.

If wealth and privilege do not matter, then why do they exist? If suffering has purpose, then why do we try to escape it? If God’s love is equal, then why does life feel so unfair?

🔮 My Final Question: What Is the Purpose of It All?

If I had one last question to ask God, it would be this:

What is the point?

What is the meaning behind it all? Why create a world filled with beauty and horror, with love and pain, with hope and despair? Why give us the ability to dream, to long, to strive—only to take everything away?

Is life merely a test? A simulation? A fleeting experience before a greater reality? Or is it something beyond our ability to comprehend?

Perhaps the answers are hidden in the very fabric of existence. Perhaps we are meant to seek, to question, to never be satisfied with easy explanations. Or perhaps the search itself is the answer.

But if I ever stood before God, I would not hesitate to ask. Because in a world where certainty is rare, the greatest crime is to stop questioning.