Job 8 through 11:20
Man, that wasn’t warm fuzzy reading was it? Job is in the depths of despair and boy, can he paint a word picture! His first friend accused him of some sin that God is punishing him for. His second friend is frustrated that he just won’t admit to it. Bildad’s passion for justice and God’s justice warms my heart, but he was wrong to automatically think Job’s life was as a result from God---and that God wouldn’t punish innocent people so surely Job must be sinning. God wasn’t punishing Job. Something much bigger was going on.
Job enters in to a huge lament full of anguish to the point of assuming God was out to get him. He questions the value of his life and at this point it seems he has just given up.
Our next friend decides to give it a shot and making Job realize he has sinned. He cannot believe that he is still claiming to be innocent. He describes God in quite an accurate way—but just as the other friends…He has God and life for that matter, in a box. He should listen to himself as he says:
“Can you fathom the mysteries of God? Can you probe the limits of the Almighty? They are higher than the heavens-what can you do? They are deeper than they depths of the grave---what can you know? Their measure is longer than the earth and wider than the sea!”
Do any of you feel like Job today? Life just is too hard? It’s not worth it? There is hope…There is Jesus.
This song below by Sara Groves has always encouraged me in times of life when you just can’t see the other side.
Last night I had the wonderful privilege of sharing with Calvary’s AWANA groups about Zambia and the people there and God’s heart for missions. I just love sharing with kids! You just never know what is going to come out! As I asked them what came to their mind when I said the word mission, quite a few jumped into secret agent mission mode in the younger group. I tried sharing how the women wear their babies—let’s just say that if I ever decide to have a baby in Zambia and wear my baby like they do—I am going to need some serious help. My child would have brain injuries from falling on the floor when it’s all done.
It’s been a while since I taught that group and I’ve always loved doing it because it is such a mix of church kids/non church kids , very comfortable/poor kids and there is a good number of kids of color. It can make for an interesting night for the leaders—I am sure! Thank you to each one of you who works with them. I KNOW God is blessed by it and I KNOW that God’s word is being instilled in their hearts.
One thing that is funny is that Ab is usually at wrestling (but he LOVES awana—hard choice next year.) Greg was sitting there and Ab told his friend (a boy of color) that this was his dad. The little boy said “what?” (they didn’t know Greg was listening) Ab said “yea, that’s my dad” “What??” Greg finally said that he was Ab’s dad. The little boy just shook his head. Couldn’t quite grasp it. Wait until he finds out that I am Ab's mom!