Thursday, April 22, 2010

Show Me How to Suffer


Job is suffering.

And for what?

A test? A random act of cruel punishment? A diversion to see the faltering end? A game in which the Devil plays with the pawn that is Job?

Throughout Job, up until what I have read recently which makes its way up to chapter 37, I have yet to see anything different come up except Job suffering up to part of the Devil’s schemes.

Yes, God let the Devil issue unfortunate doings to Job’s life, just so he could prove that Job was holy, feared Him, and would never curse Him.

You’d think after everything else He has let the Devil put him through, and yet failed to see a hateful word towards God come out of Job’s mouth, God would cease the Devil from practically torturing Job until he sees death as the ultimate haven.

But that has not happened.

Job is still suffering, pining for a reason why God would amount him such evil doings, and the pain does not end.

I wonder.

Why does God test people if he knows what’s going to happen?

He has this psychic ability (of all the abilities the Almighty God acquires) and why seek to send people through ruin, knowing they will surpass it and end up honoring you either way?

Isn’t knowing that enough to have you refrain from drenching them in earth-shattering pain and agony?

Job never cursed him:

“As surely as God lives, who has denied me justice,
The almighty, who has made me taste bitterness in my soul,
As long as I have life within me, the breath of God
in my nostrils,
my lips will not speak wickedness, and my tongue
will utter no deceit.”

Never, does he curse him. And yet he swallows in anguish.

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