And the Lord said to Job:
“Shall a
faultfinder contend with the Almighty?
He who argues with God, let
him answer it.”
Job 40:1-2
One of the kids is plunking out a tune
on the piano in the living room. The coffee pot has finished
percolating. The dog has already been let out and has come back in
again. Controlled chaos reigns at the dining room table amongst
English books and Math flashcards.
Upstairs, there is a battle being
fought.
The preferred position being from my
hiding spot under the three quilts on my bed rather than entering in
on the front line which would require getting down on my knees on the
old wood floor. To go there means tears. Not a few silent tears
sliding down your cheeks, but the full avalanche of heaving, sobbing
ones which leave you crumpled in the corner.
The ones that don't let you be fake,
don't let you get by with that nice prayer of “thanks God for
allowing my son to go to heaven,” but the ones that demand that you
acknowledge just who this God is. The ones that end in full
surrender, eventually waving a hand in the air as evidence, barely
able to whisper, “thank you gracious Heavenly Father that You would
actually allow my son, my son Trent, into your presence.”
Again, the reconciliation of who I am:
a sinner saved by grace. And who God is: the Maker, the Creator, the
Potter, Holy, Perfect, Sustainer, King of Kings, Lord of Lords,
Wonderful Counselor, Prince of Peace. To acknowledge that I am nobody
to quarrel with God as the Israelites did (Isaiah 45: 9-12)
Will I really dare to question God
about what He does with His children? Or give Him orders about the
work of His own hands? He is, after all, the One who made the earth,
and created mankind upon it. With His own hands He stretched out the
heavens and marshaled the starry hosts all by Himself. He didn't ask
my advice then, and He's not asking it now.
Surrender is where freedom is found.
“When we ask 'why' we are looking for
the answer to satisfy – not God.” Out of the mouths of babes. I
wrote Alexis' words down on my never-ending list of quotes and verse
references on a recycled Youth Rally flyer that was recently tucked
into my Bible. I ponder the words again. Why is it so difficult to
let God alone be the one who satisfies?
After Job's many trials, and
accusations against God, he gets what he claims to want so bad: a
visit from the Great I AM. God doesn't coddle him, or apologize for
what He has done, or beg Job for forgiveness for the pain he has
endured. Rather, God cuts him another blow and puts him in his proper
position; on his knees, crumpled in the corner, acknowledging who he
is; who God is.
From the book “The Color of the
Night”:
“Job has clamored and complained. He
has stood tall. God would have him stand taller by bending low.
Job has been wise, but God would make
him wiser. Job has underestimated himself, as we all do whenever we
bring grievances against God. Pride isn't overestimation. If we know
we are God's children, we will think, not less, but more of ourselves
and the God who created us.
Before God, we are always in the wrong.
Litany is our fitting language. Like Job, we haven't respected the
throne. We have toyed with truth and tried to snatch the crown. Our
complaints bear witness against us.
It seems cruel that in the midst of so
much misery, Job is cut back and further tormented. But he has wanted
to play God. He has trespassed; he can't be healed without hurt.
Perhaps this is the meaning of God's relentless chastening. The
Gardener prunes the branches, sometimes cutting most deeply into his
most fruitful tree, that it may bear more fruit.
The words from the whirlwind invite Job
to believe, for the Lord discloses himself as he names the mysteries
in his world. Faith can't be commanded or coerced; it is elicited by
revelation. In seeing the Lord one sees oneself.
The way to feel small is to stand by
someone who is tall. In the words of A.B. Davidson from the Book of
Job:
The object of the Lord's answer out of
the whirlwind is twofold, to rebuke Job and to heal him – to bring
home to his heart the blameworthiness of his words and demeanor
toward God, and to lift him out of perplexity into peace. The two
things hardly differ; at least both are affected by the same means
namely by God's causing all his glory to pass before Job.”
~by Gerhard E. Frost
Surrender reveals the glory of God to
be who He is. His ways are not our ways; they are higher than the
heavens are from the sky. To look up is the only way that we will see
Him.
The oatmeal needs to be cooked, the
middle-school readers are ready, and the dentist awaits. I dry my
cheeks, attempt a smile, and longingly wait for the coming of my King
Jesus.
Your post reminds me of something - maybe it will help someone reading this. When bad things happen to people, sometimes it is said "well, they must have sinned to bring this on...or something simliar." I hate to admit this, but prior to Anna having cancer, I thought this too about others. I was waiting in my truck for the girls to finish school, our assistant principal came over to my window. He said, "God must really trust your family to give you this trial. Trust you - just like Job." I never thought of that before. At the time, I didn't want to be "trusted" I was too weak to be trusted. Why did we have to go through this? This phrase "just like Job" those words given to me just when I need it - became strength and has helped me many times! Blessings from Ringle, WI.
ReplyDeleteI continue to look for posts as you share. It is so hard to not ask why for me. This I do know God makes no mistakes. It is a battle just to keep sanity of the mind. Every day life moves on. Meals & bills among the unbearable bouts of disbelief. I have went to the b look of Job & still reading. I think of what you said about being forgiving to those well meaning commenters in passing & visits. So shocking what one can say thinking they bring comfort. I just want to hide & cry. Legal matters won't allow that either. Always something to shock me back out of my perfect world he is sill with me just at school work or a friend's. Blessings & Hugs. Lara
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