After this Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth. 2 And Job said:
3 “Let the day perish on which I was born, and the night that said, ‘A man is conceived.’ 4 Let that day be darkness! May God above not seek it, nor light shine upon it. 5 Let gloom and deep darkness claim it. Let clouds dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it. 6 That night—let thick darkness seize it! Let it not rejoice among the days of the year; let it not come into the number of the months. 7 Behold, let that night be barren; let no joyful cry enter it. 8 Let those curse it who curse the day, who are ready to rouse up Leviathan. 9 Let the stars of its dawn be dark; let it hope for light, but have none, nor see the eyelids of the morning, 10 because it did not shut the doors of my mother's womb, nor hide trouble from my eyes. 11 “Why did I not die at birth, come out from the womb and expire? 12 Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breasts, that I should nurse? 13 For then I would have lain down and been quiet; I would have slept; then I would have been at rest, 14 with kings and counselors of the earth who rebuilt ruins for themselves, 15 or with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver. 16 Or why was I not as a hidden stillborn child, as infants who never see the light? 17 There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary are at rest. 18 There the prisoners are at ease together; they hear not the voice of the taskmaster. 19 The small and the great are there, and the slave is free from his master. 20 “Why is light given to him who is in misery, and life to the bitter in soul, 21 who long for death, but it comes not, and dig for it more than for hidden treasures, 22 who rejoice exceedingly and are glad when they find the grave? 23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in? 24 For my sighing comes instead of my bread, and my groanings are poured out like water. 25 For the thing that I fear comes upon me, and what I dread befalls me. 26 I am not at ease, nor am I quiet; I have no rest, but trouble comes.” Meditation God’s sovereignty not only invites our questions and complaints in suffering, but His mercy redeems them, demonstrating the sufficiency of His grace and resurrection power. Job speaks from the agony his soul, lamenting his life through a series of complaints and questions. Job does not curse God as Satan predicted (1:11; 2:5). Job curses the day of his birth (3-5) and the night of his conception (6-10) before lamenting through a series of questions. Job questioned why he was conceived or born if the end was a life tattered and torn (11-19). Longing for rest he believes only lies in the grave, Job broadens his questions to ask why people in misery exist at all (20-26). Complaint and question are often the mark of human suffering and sorrow. Complaints and questions only look back and offer no hope. Yes, they are a key for Job to begin the journey of struggling with sustaining faith in a fractured and fallen world, but they are void of strength. God does not condemn Job for his lament and questions. He will redeem them. We identify with Job’s questions and complaints, but hope is found in the continuation of God’s redemptive story. Through the person and work of Jesus, God Himself enters suffering greater than Job’s. From His suffering, Jesus too asked questions: “Will you take this cup from me!?” “Why have you forsaken Me!?!” Jesus was afflicted so believers can be healed. Jesus went to the grave so we can move from questioning to hope in our suffering and struggles. Richly Dwelling -What stands out to you about Job’s complaints and questions? -Why is it easy to stop and sit in complaints and questions, not allowing our hearts to hope in God’s sovereign grace that promises and proves our struggles are not the end of the story? -How do the questions of Jesus before His death and resurrection provide comfort in your questioning and hope in your suffering? Key Verse 11 “Why did I not die at birth, come out from the womb and expire? 12 Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breasts, that I should nurse? Comments are closed.
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AuthorPastor Mitchell celebrates twenty-five years of marriage with Lisa & together they have four adventurous children. |