The above quote is from the very end of the book of Job in the bible. If anyone knew about sitting in ashes with boils all over his body, it was Job. If anyone knew what it was like to lose his entire fortune, it was Job. If anyone knew what it was like to lose his children to death, it was Job. For Job lost everything and I mean every little piece of scrap of life, except the breath of life which he breathed.
Been there? Everything in your world on a direct collision course with disaster? And you can not figure out how, what, and when it all began. Now you are trapped in this never-ending downward spiral, with the exit sign from above growing dimmer and dimmer.
Desolate, despair has covered your body with its’ thick woolen coat. The weight dragging your shoulders and body into a curved “C.” Your legs unable to lift one more time for only one more step.
And you are beyond scared.
I have been there, not quite as low as Job though. I have endured a type of sores and my physical body racked with disease. Finances, personal life, you name it…seen those in the ash can too. Knowing Job had gone through similar circumstances, I would read the book of Job over and over again during this time. Because Job survived! He rose from the ashes and was whole again. I needed, I wanted to rise from the ashes…I wanted to be whole again!
Where was the darn answer!
“My ears had heard of You, but now my eyes have seen You.”
Right there in Job 42:5.
As Christians we go to church and listen to sermons. We attend bible studies and read Christian author’s books on self-improvement. Our ears are tuned to Christian music and radio stations. Always searching for the Christian golden ring to life. Prepared to reach out and snatch it from its teasing holding post. And then clasp the ring to our chest and release a sign of relief from our throats.
And through these times of searching, I have heard a lot of words concerning my Christian faith, my God, my Jesus, my Holy Spirit. But when I truly saw God for first time, I realized I had been searching in vain for a God which did not exist. A kind of wizardly God.
My God is Father.
The God I see is not one which I have to do a special dance for or recite special words, to receive His grace. He loves me. God loves me! And even though I hear about Him in church, bible studies, books, and music; these are only shadows of resemblances of my God.
For when I am exhausted from this world, I only have to crawl up into His righteous arms. And He cradles me; my sick body, mind, and soul. The rhythm of His love soothes my wearied, worried self. I am safe and I am loved more than can be told to me in the words of man.
This is my God.
So, for today, rise from the ashes of defeat. Close your ears and open your eyes. Watch closely and you too will see my God…your God…our God!
God Bless You!
God Bless America!