I recently got to thinking how I have left off this series of my thoughts while going through the Book of Job. I was thick into the book of Job last summer, and also during parts of 2019.
This series seems to be more of my personal, responsive thoughts chapter by chapter and not necessarily something intended to theologically or otherwise explain the book of Job. And all sorts of ups and downs and other courses of thought have seemed to interrupt wherever I was in this book.
But I dislike unfinished tasks and a few days ago I thought of this with discouragement: will I ever finish this? I felt that the past several years of my life with a variety of intensities and difficulties plunged me into this biblical narrative in a way that had not previously resonated with me so deeply.
In trying to recall my main thoughts on this book, off the top of my head I was drawn in to the onslaught of endless difficulties, and the responses of his comforters and those he had previously trusted. At the beginning of this series, and in other places, I recall emphasizing that this well-remembered biblical book feels hard to apply or identify with in many ways, because at the onset we are presented with Job’s starting point: blamelessness.
And none of us can say we are blameless when certain hardships come our way, at least not in the way that Job is described. From the beginning, we are told that Job is about to be severely tested by Satan himself, and it is not long into the narrative before we find Job sitting in the dust, wishing he had never been born.
I have a version/translation of this narrative in my Audible collection, and occasionally during very difficult times, I will listen aloud and I believe the whole book can be read in about 2 hours or so. I do like hearing it read aloud.
It’s getting late on this Sunday evening, but my thoughts prompted me to find where I left off.
I’m tired and weary in a number of ways. And so I’m just going to go with the thoughts that leap out to me in this chapter, as I try to pick back up. We were in the middle of what seems like rounds of assaultive, interrogative accusations toward Job by his friends, concerning all his troubles.
Job is trying to tread water in this discourse in a variety of ways.
I do recall that one aspect I was interested in, as I wanted to explore this book, was word count.
When we are suffering, there is a type of hemorrhaging found in the person’s words. Surely some people hold it all inside, but it seems that there was some kind of compounding of voluminous words being put forth by both Job and his inquisitors.
As I read thought Chapter 9, I took a phrase and created the title, from verse 24: “If it is not he, then who is it?”
It seems to me this chapter describes the immense power that God Almighty wields that renders humans at His mercy and powerless, in fear of the forces of God’s frightening decrees and judgement. Who can argue with God, or assert themselves absolutely without any fault in any matter?
I think that Job’s speech describing the Almighty is actually beautiful; he grabs on to the immensities of the Creator of the Universe and rightly depicts the smallness and insignificance of man in any way, shape and form. In this speech, he makes a clear distinction between God and man.
Yet, as I read through this passage recognizing such ultimate truths that should rightly bring us to our knees in fear of the living God, my mind brings up passages such as from Psalm 8, “What is man that you are mindful of him?”
It is late, and I don’t want to overthink this segment here. I simply pause and close my eyes, and contemplate the immensely deep pains and frustrations and losses in life and unlike Job, I identify how we all on some level cry out, “Why? Why all this suffering and brokenness and…and…Who can (or will) come to our aid?”
As I re-read parts yet again, this part also stands out to me as worthy of some focus:
“16 Even if I summoned him and he responded,
I do not believe he would give me a hearing.
17 He would crush me with a storm
and multiply my wounds for no reason.
18 He would not let me catch my breath
but would overwhelm me with misery.”
This back-and-forth with Job and his friends in the middle-thick of this narrative is difficult. It is like a huge can of worms has been dumped out upon the ground from the moment his friends saw Job (from afar)1 in all of his misery…and this verbal can of worms just keeps going and going and going….
1 “When they saw him from a distance, they could hardly recognize him; they began to weep aloud, and they tore their robes and sprinkled dust on their heads. Then they sat on the ground with him for seven days and seven nights. No one said a word to him, because they saw how great his suffering was.” (Job 2:12-13)
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