Job3: JOB'S DESPAIRIntroduction. Read Job3 Job breaks the seven day's silence to tell his friends how he felt about the condition he was in. There were none of the platitudes beloved of Christians. He didn't say, "I've a lot to be thankful for." or "There's people a lot worse off than I am." He told it like it was without restraint in unambiguous, colourful and almost violent language. This should be some small consolation to those Christians experiencing extremes of suffering like incessant, unrelieved pain who feel exactly the same way as Job. We shouldn't judge Job for the bleakness of his language or those who share his misery and express the same despair. Many hale and hearty Christians are extremely uncomfortable with the negative outbursts of Job - but then they have not begun to suffer as he suffered. Severe psoriasis which may have been what afflicted Job is horribly tormenting. I for one am glad of the realism of Job. I am going first to look at Job's condition as he describes it at the end of the chapter, then his lament and finally how I would react if in his position. (1) Job's condition. Job describes his condition in extremely vivid language in verses 24 to 26. He had a greater appetite for groans than for food. Howls of pain poured out of him like a torrent. I can remember reading a short story of Tolstoy's in which a wealthy man suffered from a stoppage. Today it would be called bowel cancer. He spent the last three days of his life howling incessantly like a demented wolf. The man's cries filled the house. Job said his worst fears had been realised. All the things he dreaded had come to pass. I can remember my father saying after he had been diagnosed with Parkinson's disease, "It's something I've always feared." Just imagine how you would feel if you were afflicted with all the things you shudder to think about. Job's life was in turmoil. He had no peace and no rest. The abominable itching relieved only slightly by incessant scraping with a shard of broken pottery prevented him from relaxing. His mind was a maelstrom of activity. Such was his agitation that he couldn't sleep. I found this description of what it is like to have psoriasis on the internet:
I am not sure how best to describe it. The itching is never ending, so intense that you have to scratch and even when you start to bleed you cannot stop. You feel like you constantly have something crawling over your skin. As my skin became infected it became sore, sore to the point you just want to rip your skin off. The number of times I wished I could be a reptile and just shed my skin! Mind you, it was shedding, every single moment of the day and night. Sleep was nearly impossible by this time and when you’re working long shifts in a bar it makes sleep all the more important.
My moods had become extremely changeable, happy one second and what most people would call depressed the next. I didn’t go out, I would go to work, go home and lay there, trying to sleep, trying not to scratch. I was sure people were looking at me at work. The customers staring at me like I’m some kind of leper. And so paranoia sets in. (2) Job's lament. (a) Job wished he had never been concieved or born. Job did not curse God but he cursed the day of his birth. He considered it the darkest of days - one he wished could be eliminated from the record. If only that day had never existed he would hae been spared all his troubles. Now we must note that Job made this assessment for himself! Today others make this decision on behalf of foetuses in the womb. So the life of a foetus showing signs of abnormality is terminated. A decision is made on behalf of the unborn child that life with spina bifida is not worth living. Now spina bifida is a horrible condition and I certainly would not wish to suffer from it but I was pleased that the article on the subject in Wikipedia listed some notable individuals who have succeeded in life in spite of it:
Tanni Grey-Thompson - Welsh Paralympic athlete, member of British House of Lords. Many people overcome their disabilities. I can remember the blessing I received reading the autobiography of Christie Brown, 'My left foot.' In it Christie describes how he triumphed over cerebral palsy to become a successful writer. The problem with aborting 'imperfect foetuses' is that it devalues the lives of those with disabilities. Their lives are not worth living!! (b) Job considered his past life no compensation for present misery. Job's present misery was so intense he considered it would have been preferable to have died in infancy. If he had died in child birth then instead of being in torment he would be asleep and at rest, lying down in peace, free from trouble and at ease. As far as Job was concerned death had much to commend it. All were equal there. The wicked were unable to cause trouble and slaves were free at last. There are two points to note:
I have every sympathy with Job; I would groan and howl if in his position. I have three points to make:
(c) Job was frustrated to still be living. Job takes no pleasure in his life. He longs for death but it will not come. He believes he will only rejoice again on the brink of the grave. God has hedged him in, protecting him from the very death he desires so much. We should note:
I am a pessimist by nature! However, I feel that as long as we are of sound mind we can never be entirely sure when our work for the Master is done. We must leave this for God to decide. (3) Concluding thoughts. It is important to put ourselves in Job's position and ask ourselves how we would react in his circumstances. (a) As a Christian I would not curse the day of my birth. Without birth there would be no new birth and no possibility of eternal life. (b) I, like Job, would continue to believe in God's existence. I think I would continue to believe that God cared for me. However, also like Job, I would wonder if God knew what he was doing! Extreme suffering is not conducive to our well being. During the last two years of my father's long slow decline with Parkinson's disease and with the onset of dementia I did regularly ask God in what possible way was this benefitting him. I regularly reminded God that my father and I were both his children and surely as members of his family he could help us more. (c) If I had acute psoriasis, the disease Job probably suffered from, I would long to be cured. I would long for healing rather than death. If no cure was possible I would also look forward to death. But Job was sitting outside on his ash heap - in the bright sunlight. One of the best cures for psoriasis is sunlight. So Job - take heart - a cure in just round the corner.
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