Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Job 6

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Unknown said...

What a blessed quiet time this morning. I felt the Lord speaking so much to me and it was a time of sweet communion.

My first thoughts were on suffering. Our small group is studying joy in all kinds of trials and last week was Joy in Suffering. When Job said, "How I wish God would crush me and reach out his hand to destroy me. Then I would have this comfort and be glad even in the undending pain because I would know I did not reject the words of the Holy One." v9-10

We cringe from suffering. We desire comfort and reprieve. We would rather die than experience prolonged suffering. We fear that suffering will break us and destroy us, and yet God desires to use suffering to purify and sanctify us and bring us forth like gold. We all want to flourish in the sunshine and roses. What we forget is that when the wind whips us, and the drought threatens us, and we are externally battered, is when our roots go deep. As our sermon for small groups said, the harder you pound a nail, the deeper in it is driven. So are we to be in Christ.

"there is nothing to hope for, so why should I be patient? .... success has been taken away from me." v11...13

Here we have the classic example of the "this world" focus that blinds us to the eternal purposes that God is working out in our lives. If we lose all on this earth, do we lose all? What are we waiting to attain? Success in this life? Or continually placing our hope in eternity with Him, ruling over a redeemed and regenerated creation?

'they are like streams that do not always flow, streams that sometimes run over. They are made dark by melting ice and rise with melting snow. But they stop flowing in the dry season; they disappear when it is hot." v15-17

We are such a fickle people. Isn't this true of mankind? It brings to mind a song by Alli Rogers;

"well I’m a river’s flow, some days I’m fast some days I’m slow
some days I fill the edges, then I’m shallow and pretentious
it all depends upon the rain I got that night.

I must decide where I am flowing, decide where I am going
so when I’m full of deep unknowing I’ll still see..."

Somedays I fill the edges, some days I'm shallow and pretentious. It all depends upon the rain I got that night. Wow. Rain on me, Lord. May I not be like this verse. May I be a steady flow, filled with your grace and truth and knowing I must be renewed by The Source of grace and truth each day if I am to be such.