Friday, January 25, 2013

Stop the Questions!

So, I'm reading through Job again. 

Enough said!

I could end my post here, and most of you would understand. But, alas, I will share my thought.

God takes a man who walks closely with the Lord; a man the Bible calls blameless and upright and allows Satan to sift him. He allowed everything to be taken or destroyed, except his very life. He had no Godly counsel, no helpful encouragement, or a supportive wife. He did what most of us would do. He starts questioning God.

Why? What have I done? Why doesn't God hear?

He begins to wish life was the way it used to be. He remembers the joys and sweetness of life.

Been there. Done that.

He hears from three "friends" who think they are doing Job a service. They really are pouring salt into his already infected wounds.

Then God speaks.

"Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth? Tell me, if you have understanding."

"Who set its measurements? Since you know. Or who stretched the line on it? On what were its bases sunk? Or who laid its cornerstone, When the morning stars sand together And all the sons of God shouted for joy?"

"Or who enclosed the sea with doors when, bursting forth, it went out from the womb; When I made a cloud its garment and thick darkness its swaddling band, And I placed boundaries on it and set a bolt and doors, and I said, 'Thus far you shall come, but no farther; and here shall your proud waves stop'?"

"Have you ever in your life commanded the morning, and caused the dawn to know its place, that it might take hold of the ends of the earth, and the wicked be shaken out of it?"

This is just the beginning of God's deep questioning of Job. And I realize before I can verbalize it that I am needing to hear these questions too. I am waffling between trust and those "whys".

I am tempted to shut Job out and go on to those wonderful Psalms. But, I will continue to dig deep with a heart cracked open (again) to myself and my heart that needs to confess where I struggle. Here I find my knees getting worn and my voice getting hoarse. 

But this Creator of mine knows before I speak.

1 comment:

Sun Valley Homestead said...

Great post...and something I need to re-visit myself.