Heart

Job

Imagine this:

You’re leaving work one day when you get a call from your stock broker. “I have bad news,” he tells you. “There was a market crash today. We lost everything.” Those three little words hit you like a sledge hammer. All your investments, your retirement account, gone.

You’re still processing these words as you realize that you are wandering around the parking lot. Where is the car? You think to yourself. You suddenly remember where you parked, and realize, with even greater shock that your car is not there. You run to the space, hoping for something to make sense. When you get there you see the broken glass on the ground that is quite obviously the remains of your driver’s side window. The car is gone.

You pull out your phone to call the police, but before you can dial the number, you realize the phone is already buzzing. Maybe it’s the broker again, you hope. Maybe he was wrong. I don’t know how I’ll replace my car without that money. You groan inwardly when you see that it isn’t the broker at all, but your spouse. You can hardly bear the thought that you’ll have to deliver such bad news.

But you never get a chance. You pick up the phone, bracing yourself to deliver the blow, but all you can hear on the other end is a hysterical voice. You strain yourself to hear the words. “It’s on fire, honey. The house is on fire. I don’t think we’ll be able to save anything.”

You’re reeling. How could this be happening? You open your mouth to give words of encouragement, not really knowing what to say, when you hear your call-waiting. You pull the phone away from your ear, intending to ignore whatever call is coming through. Nothing seems important right now. But it’s the daycare your two sons attend after school. You have to take it.

“Hello?” you manage to choke out. Whatever they need, you hope it doesn’t take long. You have too much to deal with. You never anticipated the words that came next. “This is the director at your boys’ school. We need you to come to the hospital right away. Your boys were playing outside with the other kids when a drunk driver ran off the road. He smashed through the gate and into the jungle gym where the boys were. We called the ambulance, but it doesn’t look good. I’m so sorry….”

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“In all this, Job did not sin by charging God with wrongdoing.”
Job 1:22

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