Do you agree or disagree with the statement above? Does it poorly describe or adequately summarize Job? Is it helpful or confusing?
My summary could be shorter and seriously longer. Thereâ€™s always an editorial path to brevity, to carving away another word. Conversely, the book of Job spans forty-two chapters and more information begs to be added about the upright manâ€™s talkative friends, endless miseries, and divine questions. Iâ€™m sure others could easily improve my attempt.
And yet my first curiosity remains. Where does your pondering about Job, God, Satan, and testing lead you?
As your pondering continues, let me take you on a long-ago and faraway bicycle ride with me. Donâ€™t worry, weâ€™ll return to Uzâ€™s zip code.
Once, cruising my then regular morning bike route, I spied a runner about a football fieldâ€™s length ahead of me. No surprise. Whilst pedaling through my fair city Iâ€™d pass or be passed by other bicyclists, runners, parents with strollers, fast walkers, rollerbladers, and even the occasional fellow on wheeled skies. I waved to many of them. Many returned my wave. I flashed an encouraging thumbs-up whenever it was safe to do so. Fellow bikers would parallel me to engage in stimulating conversations like:
On we pedaled, conversation over, but with miles to go.
However, I recall there was that runner, with her pace slow and steady. From afar she wore a vibrant pink T-shirt with bold indecipherable lettering on the back. As I drew near, the words became readable. And quite simple:
Hereâ€™s what I guessed: I Corinthians 13:1-13. The â€œlove chapterâ€ of Paulâ€™s first letter to Corinth, arguably one of the most famous of all Biblical passages. That must be it! Then and now, we live in Twitter times where spare statements summarize complex messages. Some text with U representing you and L8 indicating late. Squeeze it, compress it, abbreviate it . . . our lives are on afterburner.
13.1. Of course, it must be from the Bible!
I rode next to her and wished her a good morning. She smiled and kept her steady pace. Though middle-aged and a tad overweight, her sweat-streaked forehead and rhythmic arm movement indicated commitment to her exercise.
â€œWhat does thirteen point one mean?â€
Unplugging her iPod, she never broke stride while replying, â€œItâ€™s a half-marathon.â€
Duh! Double the 13.1 to get 26.2. Those are the miles Pheidippides, the legendary Greek messenger, ran between Marathon and Athens.
She continued running. Steady, slow, wearing a pink declaration of a goal or an achievement or both.
I googled 13.1 the next day and the first hits included radio station nicknames, footnotes from legal documents, andâ€”yesâ€”references to half-marathons. I gulped more Google and never saw any Biblical verses.
Donâ€™t I view the world through the lens of my background? Donâ€™t you?
Meanwhile, back in Uz, how did you react to my summary from this musing’s opening sentence?
I recall an awkward discussion with a dinner companion about the Bible, including the book of Job. One way to convey our disagreementâ€”oops, I mean discussionâ€”boiled down to a singular, irksome adjective. Iâ€™ll repeat my summary and add that tricky word.
In the fictional book of Job God gave Satan permission to test a blameless and upright man.
My one-word addition created tension. My theological education and experience leads me to read Job as a powerful work of . . . fiction. I donâ€™t believe God conspired to test people. I donâ€™t believe Job was a real person from Uz or that Satan exists. But my table companion did. Indeed, many people do.
This always perplexes me. I think Job represents one of the most magnificent works ever written. It grappled with fundamental issues. Loss. Death. Suffering. Faith. Doubt. Questions. Godâ€™s glory. The Holyâ€™s enigmatic ways. But I believe Job explored these issues just like Jesusâ€™ parables did. Stories. Make believe. Let me tell you a tale . . .
Iâ€™m glad I slowed my bike to share a moment with the runner. After our briefer-than-brief chat, Iâ€™d never claim to know her. But by asking and listening I learned a little about her commitment and goals. Additionally, aware of my own quick (and wrong) assumptions about her T-shirtâ€™s declaration, I was reminded that my view of the world can be skewed and selective.
Too manyâ€”Iâ€™m one of themâ€”argue about whether or not books like Job are fact or fiction, a historical event or spiritual metaphor. All too often both sides are so enamored with being right that we canâ€™t see how much everyone, like Job, is complex. We all suffer. Have questions. Experience the worst. Hope for the best.
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