This blog is supposed to be, as much as I can, my daily journey through life as a Christian. I hope it to be my thoughts and feelings on life but be as grounded in the Christian message as it can. My intention is not to create a daily readings or bible study guide but to look at my life in terms of a Christian trying to find and follow God's mission using his Life User's Manuel AKA the Bible.

Matthew 10 19-20

And don't you worry about what you'll say or how you'll say it. The right words will be there; the Spirit of your Father will supply the words. - Matthew 10 19-20

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Job - How would you handle it (Part 3)

This is part 3 of a series of 9, please feel free to read posts 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 and 9.

Job 3:1-26
    Then Job broke the silence. He spoke up and cursed his fate:

        "Obliterate the day I was born.
            Blank out the night I was conceived!
        Let it be a black hole in space.
            May God above forget it ever happened.
            Erase it from the books!
        May the day of my birth be buried in deep darkness,
            shrouded by the fog,
            swallowed by the night.
        And the night of my conception—the devil take it!
            Rip the date off the calendar,
            delete it from the almanac.
        Oh, turn that night into pure nothingness—
            no sounds of pleasure from that night, ever!
        May those who are good at cursing curse that day.
            Unleash the sea beast, Leviathan, on it.
        May its morning stars turn to black cinders,
            waiting for a daylight that never comes,
            never once seeing the first light of dawn.
        And why? Because it released me from my mother's womb
            into a life with so much trouble.
        "Why didn't I die at birth,
            my first breath out of the womb my last?
        Why were there arms to rock me,
            and breasts for me to drink from?
        I could be resting in peace right now,
            asleep forever, feeling no pain,
        In the company of kings and statesmen
            in their royal ruins,
        Or with princes resplendent
            in their gold and silver tombs.
        Why wasn't I stillborn and buried
            with all the babies who never saw light,
        Where the wicked no longer trouble anyone
            and bone-weary people get a long-deserved rest?
        Prisoners sleep undisturbed,
            never again to wake up to the bark of the guards.
        The small and the great are equals in that place,
            and slaves are free from their masters.
        "Why does God bother giving light to the miserable,
            why bother keeping bitter people alive,
        Those who want in the worst way to die, and can't,
            who can't imagine anything better than death,
        Who count the day of their death and burial
            the happiest day of their life?
        What's the point of life when it doesn't make sense,
            when God blocks all the roads to meaning?
        "Instead of bread I get groans for my supper,
            then leave the table and vomit my anguish.
        The worst of my fears has come true,
            what I've dreaded most has happened.
        My repose is shattered, my peace destroyed.
            No rest for me, ever—death has invaded life."

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