What a rollercoaster ride! As an old friend of mine used to say when asked how he was doing, “Up and down like a toilet seat.” That’s what you sign up for when you try and track with Job’s verbal processing as he replies to his so-called friends’ pontifications. Case in point, Job 14.
God, says Job, man’s days are few and full of trouble. They are like a flower that withers, a shadow that flees. So why bother with him? Why bring him, aka me, into judgment? Let him enjoy the few days he has to live. What purpose could You have in attending to him? It’s not like he’s a tree that after it is cut down can sprout again, send out shoots, bud, and put out branches. Nope, when man lies down “he rises not again.” So, “look away from him and leave him alone, that he may enjoy his day” (Job 14:1-12). Heavy sigh.
And Job finishes this portion of his response just as he started it — despairing. Just as even mountains eventually fall, he says, and rocks are removed, and waters erode stones, and torrents wash away the soil, so God destroys the hope of man. Man’s suffering proves God is against him and not for him and, in the end, God just sends him away. And so, as Job’s lived experience was reminding him daily, man “feels only the pain of his body, and he mourns only for himself.” Double heavy sigh! (Job 14:18-22)
But wait. There’s something in the middle. A high amidst these lows. An exhilarating “what if” between these valleys of despair brought on by “what is.” For a moment, Job entertains the thought, “What if death ain’t the final deal?”
Job says to God, if there were something after death . . . if You were to “appoint me a set time” and “remember me” . . . if a man were to die and then should live again . . .
All the days of my service I would wait,
till my renewal should come.
You would call, and I would answer You;
You would long for the work of Your hands.
For then You would number my steps;
You would not keep watch over my sin;
my transgression would be sealed up in a bag,
and You would cover over my iniquity.
(Job 14:14b-17 ESV)
If this life weren’t the first and last chapter of my story, Job thinks, but only the prologue, then “through these difficult days I would keep hoping, waiting for the final change — for resurrection!” (MSG).
Through the suffering, I’d anticipate the call because You would long for the work of Your hands . . . aka Your creation . . . aka me! And though You numbered each step of my suffering, You would also determine to deal with my sin. You would find a way to not keep watch over my sin, but to seal it up and cover it over. As far as the east is from the west, You would remove my transgressions from me (Ps. 103:12). If there was renewal, if there were resurrection, then the suffering of this life would have some context. There would be future hope amidst present sorrow.
If there was a renewal yet to be revealed, then all the days of my service I would wait.
For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.
(Romans 8:18 ESV)
A bit of rollercoaster ride? Yeah, that’s what you sign up for when you buckle up next to Job. But the highs are worth it. And the best is yet to come.
Because of God’s grace. Only for God’s glory.
