Thursday, September 08, 2005

Job’s friends. They always get a bad rap, but is that totally fair? Would someone sit silent with a wretched wreck of humanity for 7 days if he or she weren’t a true friend? I don’t think so. They showed their friendship with pure presence.

The friends’ efforts at honesty also stick out. They weren’t unwilling to ask the hard question and suggest the unimaginable. Sometimes this bordered on seemingly "off-the-wall" conclusions, but they were trying to help Job process life turns.

Sometimes events or situations just don’t fit our theology. Every effort at explanation fails. New and diverse angles don’t shed constructive insight. It’s as though rationality hits a dead end. At this point, with his arms thrown in the air, Job’s piercing declaration cry breaks the uncertain silence for all generations of humanity to hear — "though He slay me, yet will I trust Him".

The chief end of glorfiy God and enjoy Him forever.