“Then Job arose, and rent his mantle, and shaved his head, and fell down upon the ground, and worshipped.” Job 1:20
Every time I read this scripture, I am astounded, encouraged and invariably elevated to a higher level of trust and understanding. Think about this. Job had lost everything—everything, I mean everything. In succession came servants with a rapidly unfolding saga of disaster. Before one could finish another would arrive with added sorrow. “Gone are your oxen, the asses, and your servants who have been slain by the Sabeans. Fire has fallen from heaven and burned up your sheep and the servants who tended them. Your camels are gone and other servants,” said another.
Finally, in verses 18 and 19, the deadly blow is revealed.
“While he was yet speaking, there came also another, and said, Thy sons and thy daughters were eating and drinking wine in their eldest brother’s house: And, behold, there came a great wind from the wilderness, and smote the four corners of the house, and it fell upon the young men, and they are dead; and I only am escaped alone to tell thee.”
And so were the funerals. Funerals for the servants with wailing and sobbing families; confused, scared children, forlorn parents and grandparents and aunts and uncles.
And then were awfully laid out the ten caskets–family caskets–Job’s seven sons and Job’s three daughters.
In my mind’s vision I see Job as he returned from the burial service. Bent double with grief, emptied, and wretched, Job nevertheless revealed himself, when verse 20 records that “Job fell to the ground…and worshipped.” Worshipped! No wonder God had such confidence in His man that to Satan He had said, “Do what you will. But don’t kill him.” God knew Job, understood his beating heart, and his passionate commitment to God.
What a lesson is here for us. Racked with grief, misunderstandings, misfortune, pain and sorrow, we do well who model that holy man, Job. We do well to prostrate ourselves, and truly and sincerely worship…worship God!
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