yes, well, let's get the obvious out of the way. I've been negligent of my blogs and one of my most important new years' resolutions, but it's great to rely on the ever truthful fact that we are indeed human. And "human" by definition is all those imperfect adjectives that make up a structure of potential and of poverty. So, here I am, weeks out of service, back to pick up where I had left off. I find the will to "go on" more imperative, despite numerous failings and obstacles, because what is strength and growth if not the very core of persevering through the storms? Speaking of storms, we left poor Job hanging with his scabby scars and cracked worm-infested skin. Let's return and gain some perspective.
This chapter (ch. 10) basically continues with Job crying out in agony to God about the confusion for his state of despair. He questions God, the Creator who made him from the dust and put together his bones and flesh, about the meaning of his life. Yet, somehow he holds onto the fact that he is so beneath the ranks of questioning God's reasoning, he returns to the outlet of just wishing for death to come soon. Strange, however, that he does not contemplate suicide? Very interesting that such a man, in such conditions, would still be sane and spiritually minded enough to know that God is the only one who has the rightful power to give life, and to take it away. Job, therefore, continues to poor out his lamentations on the matter, voicing his pain out loud, but still recognizing the reverence due to God. Amazing. Talk about true character. I mean, even if he was not a christian, and was simply a servant speaking to a King, this would show such strong will and heart in any man. (or woman).
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