The Crimson Thread – Job

Greetings Dear Reader,

I think that I will spend some extended time with Job (pronounced with a long “o” as in probe, globe, and lobe) again later this year.  He is one of my favorite people.  I look forward to meeting him one day to tell him how his life helped mine.  The crimson thread here is in the way God deals with Job.  God believes in Job so deeply that when being questioned by Satan he uses Job as an example of those who love him.

Job knows that he is awaiting redemption.  He knows he will see his redemption.  He believes in the resurrection of man by the redeemer.  He loves God and his children.  He is an example of Christ as the suffering servant in many ways.  He is also someone who I would emulate.

There are many reasons to honestly look at this man.  For now I will remember he suffered much more than I ever have and his faith was true.  So was his humility and integrity.  I must strive to do the same.

Job Suite – Michael Card

(I realize this is long but it is well worth the listen) 

Blameless and upright, a fearer of God

A man truly righteous, no pious facade

One about whom God was accustomed to boast

And so one whom Satan desired the most

One day the accuser came breathing out lies

"It's Your holy handouts, his faithfulness buys"

In one desperate day his possessions were lost

His children all killed in one raw holocaust

His children all killed in one raw holocaust

And yet through it all; through the tears and pain

He worshiped his God Found no reason to blame

Once more the Deceiver denounced and decried

"It's skin for skin, and hide for hide,

Strike down his flesh and he'll surely deny

And confess that his praying has all been a lie."

"Very well, take him," the Holy One sighed

But you must spare his life, my son shall not die

So Job was afflicted with terrible sores

Sat down in the ashes to wait for the Lord

Sat down in the ashes to wait for the Lord

And yet through it all; through the tears and pain

He worshiped his God Found no reason to blame

A throne of ashes

A crown of pain

A sovereign of sorrow

A mournful reign

May the day of my birth be remembered no more

May darkness and shadow come and claim it once more

Why did I not perish on that dreadful day

And sleep now where kings and counselors lay

What I dreaded most has now come upon me

Why is light given those in misery?

I loathe my own life, so my tears fall like rain

As I find that there is no peace in my pain

Lord, send a Comforter now to my door

So that this terror will frighten no more

A Counselor between us, to come bear my oath

Someone who could lay a hand on us both

These friends of mine are no comfort to me

So deafly they listen, so blindly they see

Their words and their doctrine, they all sound so true

The problem is Lord, they're all wrong about you!

I know my Advocate waits upon high

My Witness in heaven sees the tears that I cry

A true intercessor who will condescend

To plead with God as a man pleads for his friend

If I've been untrue, if I've robbed the poor

If I'm without guilt, what am I suffering for?

God would not crush me for some secret sin

And though He slay me still I'll trust in Him

I know now that my Redeemer's alive

He'll stand on this earth on the day He arrives

And though my own body by then is no more

Yet in my flesh I know, I'll see the Lord

I'll see the Lord,

I'll see the Lord

Who is it that darkens my counsel?

Who speaks empty words without knowledge?

Brace yourself up like a man

And answer me now, if you can

Can you put on glory and splendor?

What's the way to the home of the light?

Does your voice sound like the thunder?

Are you not afraid?

Where were you when earth's foundations were laid?

Who gave the heart its wisdom; the mind its desire to know?

Can you bind the stars; raise your voice to the clouds?

Did you make the eagle proud?

Will the ox spend the night by your manger?

Did you let the wild donkey go free?

Can you take leviathan home as a pet?

If you merely touched him, you'd never forget

Who is it that darkens my counsel?

Who speaks empty words without knowledge?

Brace yourself up like a man

And answer me now, if you can

I am unworthy, how can I reply?

There's nothing that you cannot do

You are the storm that calmed my soul

I place my hand over my mouth

I place my hand over my mouth

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store."