Back when Job’s body was covered with sores, when his friends were still against him, when he was bankrupt and sitting in a garbage dump at the outskirts of the city, Job had the temerity to say, “But He knows the way I take.”

Job longed for his words of woe to be etched into granite so that people through time could enter into all the things he was enduring. He thought his words would be forgotten. He had no idea that his words would survive him.

Job is still struggling. Eliphaz left him cold. He has received neither comfort nor insight from Bildad. He has no mediator to present his case; therefore, he is very candid. Matter of fact, he’s returning to questions he asked earlier.

There are times when others’ words only make our troubles worse. That may seem too elementary to mention, so why would I? Well, have you learned it? Are you still listening to everybody? If so, it’s small wonder that you’re confused.

If Job’s story were made into a movie and your family had rented it for tonight, when you came to this part of the story you’d fast-forward; you wouldn’t want your children to watch. It’s not only unedited, it’s raw and borderline heretical!

There is a plan that we explore which we will not understand, but it is best. Though each segment of it may not seem fair or pleasant, it works together for good. The disease Job endured wasn’t good in and of itself. Hardly!