In my house, at dinner, we take turns saying what our favorite and least favorite parts of the day were. Today my daughters couldn't come up with a least favorite, and I explained the worst part of my day was forgetting to take my darks out of the dryer so they were wrinklier than I like. Let's be clear here: the worst part of my day was a couple of wrinkled shirts and socks.
Obviously, I cannot identify with Job's level of despair.
But it really has me thinking about the root of this story. Satan mentions to God that it's easy for a human whose life is a cakewalk to be godly. Job is confused by the torment raining down on him, but never waivers in his love for his Creator. Impressive. Scary. I know the day may come when I'm tested and I want to be prepared. I want to stock up on faith the way a doomsday prepper stocks up on Spam. I want to prepare by hoarding Scripture in my memory banks and ensuring communication lines with Jesus are open and ready. I want the church to be my comrade and my ammo to be hope. I want to remember Job and his loyalty to God even as his heart was broken: "I know that my redeemer lives, and that in the end he will stand on the earth." (19:25)
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