Jesus was full of questions. Even as a little lad. We have the account of him being overlooked by his parents when he was 12 or so, and them leaving Jerusalem without him. They return, fraught, to find him in the temple with the teachers. He wasn’t teaching them, he was asking them questions. They seemed to be good questions, because they were having good discussions.
How often have we been set the right road, not so much by good advice, but by someone having the courage to ask the right question. It may not have solved the problem, but set us off in a new direction. It may have made us aware there is a problem in the first place. It may have made us aware there are new perspectives.
People train to be counsellors so they ask the right questions. However, it isn’t just a matter of technique. There has to be compassion, there has to be love, to open the door. Otherwise it is just like an out of tune cymbal thinking it is a Stradivarius being played by Yehudi Menuin. The Holy Spirit is a Counsellor, you know. He poses the right questions.
A good question is like a torch that lights up the path.
So, perhaps Jesus was teaching the teachers after all.
Desire the gift of prophecy above all, says Paul. This is one aspect of it. Please ask. And learn to use.