So one of my favorite Christian albums to listen to is
Music Inspired by the Story. The album consists of songs written from the perspective of Bible characters. Every song is good, especially the song written from Mary's perspective. She carried the savior of the Earth in her womb! That's a unique experience.
One of my personal favorites, though, is Job. Don't get me wrong: I've not always liked Job. In fact, I used to be confused as to why people said they loved the book of Job so much. My mother has told me she loves Job, and I've often heard it's a popular book. So it's obvious, people suffer and Job is about what it means to suffer.
When I was younger, though, I used to try to read Job, and I never really understood it. Isn't what these characters like Eliphaz and Zophar talking about right? And why is Job so whiny? So naturally as I started to acquaint myself more with the Word I read through Job carefully and studied it. It started to become clear to me why Job said what he did, and what these other characters really meant in their long dialogues. They were trying to reason his suffering. They tried to make it make sense. And Job wouldn't have it. The song version from the album I mentioned goes like this:
"If one more person takes my hand and tries to say they understand, and tells me there's some bigger plan that I'm not meant to see...
"If one more person dares suggest that I held something unconfessed, and tries to make the dots connect from righteousness to easy street..."
What do we say to people? "I understand what you're going through." "Don't worry, it'll get better." "This is part of God's plan." Or maybe, "Is everything all right? Have you talked to God recently?" "Maybe you should pray about it."
We try to minimize their pain, make it something superficial and unimportant. We give way to judgment, tell them to clean themselves up, when it's obvious they've already tried. I've said these things, consoled in this cold way. And maybe it even gets worse.
"Who else will see my suffering as one more opportunity to educate; to help me see all my flawed theology...
"If one more well-intentioned friend tries to tie up my loose ends, hoping to, with rug and broom, sweep awkward moments from the room..."
We take advantage of people. Our judgment goes one level deeper, telling them if they only believed this or that, they would feel better and have a better life. Or maybe we try to hastily fix up their life for them, as if we were meant to save them in the first place. But no. Suffering is not a disease. It's not a sickness that simply goes away. Rather, it's something that sticks with us, exposing itself when it wishes, pulling us to the dirt. Suffering is part of life.
"Well I can't forget that I have begged just like a madman for my chance to die, to never have to face the morning..."
Job was a wealthy man. He was happy and had a great family. One day it was all stripped from him, in a sudden twist of fate. And he moans on the side of the road, with diseases and a dead family.
"I won't deny that I've relied on some assumptions, that a man's honest life entitles him to something..."
So Job was broken and left alone, and his friends try to fix up his situation. And this is what I've come to love about Job. Nobody comes with a solution. No human says anything that could help Job, because really there's nothing that can be said to help him. His friends talk on and on, taking each approach, but never making any headway. There's only one "solution", and it comes in the chorus.
"...Who am I to make demands of the God of Abraham?
Who are You that You would choose to answer me with mercy new?
How many more will wander past and find me here among these ashes?
Will you hold me?
Will you stay so I can raise this broken praise to you?"
The truth is that Job's situation is unexplainable. Sure you could argue God used his pain to teach him a lesson. And yes, he did. But he didn't know that. His friends didn't know that. How often do we think that our suffering is a result of God's desire for us? It's not a natural thought.
Suffering, the evil of the world, isn't something that we can explain. The only thing we can do is love. Give him a listening ear. Offer her a shoulder to cry on. Give the poor man something to eat. Pray for the non-Christian on the spot. It doesn't matter whether they believe or not: they're human. They long to be loved. They want somebody that will walk through the storm with them.
On my worst days, all I want is somebody at my side to hear me and hold me. Of course I always have Jesus. But there's nothing like the image of God, next to you, acting as He would.
"You were the One who filled my cup, and You were the One who let it spill,
so blessed be your Holy name if You never fill it up again,
if this is where my story ends, just give me one more breath to say...
Hallelujah."
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| Deuteronomy 31:8 |
For more on suffering, in the context of sexual assault: http://shawnsmucker.com/2013/12/04/i-will-pray-for-him-too-though-i-do-not-know-how/