That's it? One word? Perhaps? Now off you go! It hardly seemed worth the visit.
Well, it'll have to do. Because today the word maybe puzzles me. Actually, it annoys me.
Why do we have such a word in our vocabulary anyway? Shouldn't our yes mean yes, and our no mean no (Matthew 5:33-37)? Where's the room for maybe in that?
It seems to me that the maybes of life are wiggly little ducks & dodges that permit me to live in the lukewarm or uncommitted, or to say far more on a subject than I actually know. Never smart (Ecclesiastes 5:2) !
Oh, I know ... it's hardly humble to be TOO certain on any given subject. Maybe a maybe is useful on some level because, afterall, we don't know what we don't know?
But ... then ... maybe ... that would put the maybe into the category of the speculative. I'm not sure that's such a bad thing, provided we own the speculation and not relegate it to the category of fact. Maybes aren't that. Yet it's funny how often they become so: say or believe something long enough and it migrates automatically from one camp to another, or back again (just watch the political news).
And, have you ever noticed how often the word maybe is followed by a question mark? What's up with that, anyway?
I viewed a fabulous nature program about Iceland the other day. The photography & scenary were breath-taking. The history compelling. When it came to topography & geology, it was riveting. They shifted from the general to the specific, focusing on the mountain & rock formations there. With nary a hint of doubt or humility, we were factually informed that the maybes of their formation absolutely refuted the creation narrative. Huh?
Here was a prime example of maybes (aka theory) shifting to doctrine (certainties).
OK, so now that I've thoroughly annoyed you too, let me offer a wee bit of hope:
We can't & don't know everything.
Maybe that'll clear it all up.