MMP: A Touch of Job

Monday Morning Post: A Touch of Job


Excuse me while I clear my throat, I seem to have a touch of Job. It'll pass, nothing serious, just a momentary cloud in my otherwise clear and sunny life; just a small moment in my journey. It's not my destiny mind you, far from it, but just where I currently reside

So what does it mean? Well it means I'm alive, I'm breathing, and that as a believer I'm not immune to a valley here or there. A very friendly and faithful gentleman once shared that whenever the day came to an end and it had no bumps or detours of any sort that it disappointed him because as he saw it, whatever he had accomplished that day hadn't drawn the attention of the dark one.

So what does it say? I'd like to believe that it says I've been doing something right in the kingdom to have drawn the ire of the one who hates me. Think about it, I've become enough of a threat to him that he's had to take note of me and respond. It kind of makes me feel a little chippy, it makes me feel a little better thinking about it in that light.

So what does it reveal? I suppose it reveals the journey that we can expect as followers. That our path is certain to run into trials, that problems will be part of the experience, and that it's okay, it's part of God's plan.

'...so that no one no one would be unsettled by these trials. For you know quite well that we are destined for them.'  1 Thessalonians 3:3 (NIV)

We're never abandoned, never without a comforting voice, never far from a loving touch, we're never traveling alone. He's working on us, in us, and through us ...now how can that be bad?

'But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him.' Jeremiah 18:4 (NIV)

It reminds me of a song that a band called the Outsiders wrote and recorded back in the sixties. 'Bend Me Shape Me' ...

Bend me, shape me
Anyway you want me
Long as you love me
It's all right

So excuse me while I clear my throat, I seem to have a touch of Job ...and it's alright, it's okay, because He's just bending me, and shaping me. And because He loves me, it's all right.

Pray on,
Eddy