Come, let us bow down in worship,
let us kneel before the LORD our Maker;
for he is our God
and we are the people of his pasture,
the flock under his care.
(Psalm 95:6-7
NIV)
Every time I
try to read through Job’s story I get distracted about the time his first friend
starts talking. I get lost in the explanations. So, I skim the next 30 or so chapters until I get
to the part where Elihu speaks up. He's a young man who had kept silent while Job and his
three friends debated the philosophical and moral dilemma of being. Elihu is
angry because each of the other speakers have misrepresented the
situation.
Job listens.
God listens. Elihu rages a storm of words, and when he is finished, God
speaks.
It says that
God speaks out of the storm. I wonder if while Elihu rants that thunder rumbles in the distance coming closer as he articulates his point. Or did the narrator just mean Elihu’s words
were like a storm? Either way it makes for great drama. I like to think it continues to storm while God speaks to Job, lightening with torrential rain.
God asks the questioner questions. Point after point,
rhetorically pummeling Job, who has been accusing and calling God to account. God, his
Maker, recounts the intricacies of his creative process. I wonder whether Job
was standing while Elihu made his speech. Did he fall on his knees when God
spoke?
I imagine Job replying with tears streaming down his face, bowing his head in wonder:
"I know
that you can do anything, and no one can stop you. You ask, 'Who is this that
questions my wisdom with such ignorance?' It is I. And I was talking about
things I did not understand, things far too wonderful for me.
"You
said, 'Listen and I will speak! I have some questions for you, and you must
answer them.'
"I had heard about you before, but now I have
seen you with my own eyes. I take back everything I said, and I sit in dust and
ashes to show my repentance." (Job 42:2-6 NLT)
Job no longer
sits in dust mourning, now he sits comforted. Godly sorrow leads to repentance
ushering in a salvation drenched joy. Relief. Release. No regrets. Ah, a happy ending.
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