Every day God signs the skies.
His Signature.
Job wanted to write his signature on his words to God.
Have you ever thought you were that right? I mean really right! And more right than God.
Save us, God, from ourselves.
Job visits the past: "when the Almighty was yet with me,
when my children were all around me,
when my children were all around me,
when my steps were washed away." The devil gets us to live in the past or in the future. He does not want us to live in the present. God is driving out the evil from all of us self-swindlers. Job's signature wanes. Job stands tall against the enemy of his soul. We look back into Job's story. Job is looking forward thinking that probably his suffering will not end but Somehow--- Evil will not win in this.
Job feels he is just a byword now. Job 31:11 - "Now that God has unstrung my bow and afflicted me, they throw off restraint in my presence." When we are "too much" for people, they throw us off, not willing to sit with those who have no answers. Like all of us, Job is learning here that we are not the prosecutor nor the defender of God in dealing with our problems. So what's the true point: "Love seeks the deepest well-being of another. If that requires suffering, then love permits and, sometimes, brings about suffering. But love never allows more suffering than is necessary to achieve the well-being of the beloved." (Larry Crabb). Our stories stir others and whatever ripples out of them comes from their hearts of good or bad. What will it be in our affliction?
John Bunyan writes that it is not the power of the pen or the spoken word but the very spirit of God Who changes us. "Nothing less than the Spirit of God" can make us praying women. Father, as we see Your Signature over the stories of our days, our lives, help us each one to ask for Your Wisdom and Your Power to for what it is that we face this present moment. Help us to be present and name what is not of You.
PHOTO: The sun sets on Waco, Texas. It's the same sun wherever you live. But it sets on our stories from every kind of wrestle. This sun set on my aloneness---what will I do with it?
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