Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Job's blessing

I am taking an "Interpreting Wisdom Literature" class and my professor is somewhat brilliant. The class lecture today was fairly profound and very helpful; I wish I had heard this two years ago, however God in His Sovereignty decided to give it to me know.

I apologize for the length, but I hope it helps and instructs and convicts you as much as it did me. Enjoy!

March 20, 2012

Epilogue of Job 42:7-17 – God tells the three friends to ask Job to pray for them because God would accept Job’s prayer on their behalf. Job was blessed and comforted from all the evil that the Lord had allowed upon him. The Lord blessed the latter days of Job more than the earlier days. The daughters are named in the text, and given an inheritance like their brothers and noted to be the most beautiful women in the land.

When you read the summary of the restoration, the extent of the wealth, the data about his age, and the length of life; the thing in Scripture closest to the way the story of Job is wrapped up, what is most like that is the summary statements about the most important of the characters in Genesis. Particularly the summary statement of the life of Jacob. With the life of Jacob being told to us in segments of his life, and then when he dies virtually the same kind of summary statement.

But to talk about this final text, Job has seen that there is an experience more exquisite and more intense than even the harshest suffering and that experience is the presence of God in Job’s life. He recognizes at the end that this is the one thing that can never be taken away. When Job saw the Lord, and the Lord spoke to them, Job realized that the realities of life are far more complicated than are the generalities, the probabilities, and the wisdom; even the great wisdom collected by the wise and passed along. When we dip into this epilogue at the beginning, it begins with God’s verdict. And the verdict of God is that Job was true in his observations about the Lord; whereas making traditional wisdom fixed and inflexible yielded false assumptions and resulted in slander of God Himself – not to mention Job.

In Job 42:7-9, here is intercession. The first step in the restoration of Job was his intercession on behalf of those friends who had deepened his grief as he had to absorb those accusations of great sin; and rather than grieving Job was figuratively backed into a corner where he was forced to refute what he knew to be false.

This first step in his restoration was to renew his lifestyle of intercession. Prior to his great loss, the major focus of Job’s life was intercession. Look back and read Job 1 and 2. Takes a couple of minutes and then you know come back to what we are talking about now, and you will probably recognize the very careful inter-leafing of all of this into a seamless fabric. Prior to the loss of everything Job’s daily routine consisted of serious intercession on behalf of every one of his children. That intercession has been lost to him. I think it is probably not the least bit difficult to recognize the profound nature of all of this trauma; and to realize that not only did Job loose his children and his possessions, but he also lost the fundamental fabric of his life. So not only is he bereft of all that he loved, you know I suspect that he could see no way forward and certainly he could see no way back; believing his life to be forever changed.

One of the echo’s of Job found in this epilogue is the phrase, “My servant Job,” which repeats the designation of Job by the Lord in chapters 1 and 2. And Job learns that being the servant of the Lord involves an intimate relationship with God. And the Lord affirms the centrality of intercession in Job’s life. He can no longer intercede for the children he has lost. He must intercede even for those who have heightened and intensified his suffering.

Now can you see how seamlessly this can segway into the character and the conduct of Christ, and the fact that the Lord demands of His people that their character and conduct must reflect the character and the conduct of God. In terms of the length of this epilogue practically half of the verbiage is a somewhat detailed description of those things the friends of Job do to repent, plus the efficacy/ethic-acy of the intercession of Job. “I will forgive you when Job prays for you.” The beatitudes. You know, the specific details of beatitudes are reflected in Job’s own belief and behavior. And you know, make it a point to read the beatitudes as you reflect on this epilogue.

The Great Grief of Job gave way to additional wounds by those who had a duty to comfort Job. But the restoration of Job which is the remainder of the book – 42:10-17 – the restoration came once Job was as gracious to those who did not deserve it; as gracious as God Himself is gracious. Commentators including ancient rabbi’s and fathers of the early church have frequently made much of the fact that when the Lord restored Job, Job received double of everything that was taken away. Often commentators have observed that this is God’s equitable repayment to Job. If you read the Law of Moses, there is a system of repayment and reparations that often add value to the value of what was lost. For instance, if any kind of crime – crime against property, or crime against persons – when that kind of debt was repaid, it was repaid plus a premium – value added to that. And sense Job’s loss of everything was undeserved, and was a direct result of the activity of the adversary, that when God repaid Job, He added a premium to it. As they say in the trade, that’ll preach.

But all that fails to recognize that God did not owe Job. And that everything that the Lord ever did for Job was gracious and merciful. And so while that will preach, the reality is that the Lord makes no guarantees about life, and far less do the promises of God guarantee wealth and power, or even happiness. I am sure that Job always wished he could understand all of this. But he now knows that he will never understand. He did, however, learn by the harshest of life experience that God can always be trusted.

So Job 42:10-17: The Restoration! The Lord restored Job when Job was gracious to the undeserving. Even when restored, Job still needed comfort and consolation. And his family and his true friends provided that. Never again would Job fail to recognize the intensity of the sufferings of other people. As long as he lived, he had those ten graves to visit. He probably never wasted any opportunity to demonstrate love, compassion, support, encouragement to those who were in need, and to those who suffered.

The answer to all of his ‘WHY’ questions was ‘There is no answer.’

All that remains is the presence of God, and Job learned that that was enough.

Ever after, Job lived content in the knowledge that God would ultimately bring him safely home. One of the greatest preachers in Baptist history was a 20th century pastor and revivalist named Vance Havner. Let me recommend the website www.vancehavner.com which is maintained by a friend and admirer of Havner. And while you are at it, let me recommend a companion site: www.2prophetu.com .

Vance Havner and his wife were childless. After his one pastorate, which was First Baptist Church of Charleston, S.C., for the rest of his life, Vance Havner’s ministry was itinerant. And the economic reality being what it was, it was seldom possible for Havner’s wife to travel with him. This story is fleshed out in Havner’s little book, ‘Though I walk through the valley.’ In the book, which Havner wrote after his wife died, he said that no matter where he was, every day that he traveled for that period of forty four years, every day he was away from home, he had a letter from his wife. You know he wasn’t sure how she managed that, except that she learned what typical delivery time would be for mail. Now it may seem like a radically different world, but during much of Havner’s career, he could not afford to make a lot of long-distance phone calls. So the primary contact with her for all of those decades was by mail. After forty-four years of marriage, Havner’s wife died. He outlived her by many years. And in that book, he wrote with such tender grief what all of that was like. What you might call the ‘punch line’ to the book was his statement near the end of that book. ‘It is easy to say that Jesus is all you need until Jesus is all you have. And then you realize that Jesus is all you want.’

Lessons from Job:

1. God never stifles a sincere question. But often He leaves them unanswered.

2. Learn to tell God how you feel, and be honest with God. He can take it. But remember who you are talking to.

3. Some answers will never come. Do not promise people that one day their questions will be answered. That is simply not true.

4. In every crisis, God can be trusted.

I think when I reflect on this I think of the words in part of a hymn, which has within the hymn this lyric: ‘Even when you cannot trace His hand, you can still trust His heart.’ If life has never dealt you the kind of blows that make you want to shake your fist in the face of God and demand an explanation; if that has not happened, it will.

Let me recommend a couple of authors:

David O. Seamands: Methodist pastor, professor, has got to be really old by now, if he’s still living. But he wrote several remarkable books that address the subjects, address situations of great pain, loss, and sorrow. They are remarkable. The first of those and the last time I checked, this one book had sold close to a million copies. I haven’t checked for 20 years. The title of that book is “Healing for damaged emotions.”

Archibald Hart: Arch is a professor at Fuller Seminary in California. I had the privilege of taking a couple of courses at Fuller’s extension location in Honolulu. Hart articulated some things that made a radical difference in not only in what I understand but in my own life. It is the theory of Hart that for believers, the most difficult aspect of suffering and loss is learning to forgive God. He is a Ph.D., he is a fully credentialed psychologist, and Arch says that having a robust faith in God can make the great trauma’s of life harder to deal with; because the believer knows that God can do whatever God wants to do. And so, you know, if you are the least bit orthodox in your own Christian faith, then you realize that either God allowed what happened, or God willed what happened. And if in fact God is God, what’s the difference? Because whether you explain things by saying, “God willed it,’ or saying ‘God allowed it,’ if in fact God possesses all real power, what is the difference? And you know Dr. Hart who also his wife as well is a fully credentialed psychologist, and the two of them are practicing psychologists in addition to his work as a professor. They believe that ordinarily people do not realize that they are angry with God. Because after all, this is something we are brought up – that’s a foreign concept. But he says that unless and until one recognizes anger and resentment against God, acknowledges is, owns it, and processes it by forgiving God, that they can never move past that point and become genuinely health emotionally and spiritually again.

You know I believe that they are correct. Emotions and no emotions are anymore visceral than is that complex of emotions that results from traumatic events – great loss, great suffering. The fact is that those emotions often have a life of their own. And it is an illusion to think that you can talk yourself out of all of the trauma that accompanies great loss. No. You have to live with it, you have to endure it, and you have ultimately you have to recognize it for what it is. And from a sincere heart, forgive God. In the great trauma’s of life, knowing that perhaps you should not feel a certain way doesn’t change the way you feel. You know I was very careful to question Archibald Hart in private as well as in public to be sure that I understood what he suggested. He was not suggesting that one should ask the Lord to forgive them for being angry with God. No, he was saying the individual must ultimately freely forgive God. And you know I think he is right; he has not written nearly enough about this but I have not laid eyes on him for 20 years. So he may well have published something in the meantime.

If in fact God is everything we believe He is, and if God is as the Bible presents Him, then it does I think, the more sound someone’s personal doctrine of god is, the harder it is to reconcile the great tragedies of life with God as we believe Him to be.

So Lord willing we will do something other than Job tomorrow.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

I demand cheesepuffs!

Today at Friendship they were short-staffed in the nursery/daycare, so I opted to help out there instead of teaching English like I usually do.
Parenting is an art form, science, and stranger than science fiction. Okay granted it will be easier when its just one-on-one and not a flock of a dozen bi-lingual ducklings all the same age, but still.
They have free breakfast downstairs and I hadn't eaten anything, so I brought it back into the playroom with the 2-4 year olds. One little boy came and put his elbows on the table and grinned at me charmingly.
'That's mine.' he said, with all the smooths suave possible.
'Nope. It's mine.' I replied and smiled. He blinked. This was apparently not the usual response he was used to. He tried again, as maybe it was just a fluke.
'That is my food.' again, the dashing, charming smile.
'Nope. Its my food. And I am going to eat it all, and you can't have any.' I retorted politely. Yes, I was getting sadistic delight in being ornery and contrary and not having anyone quote some doctrine or theological retort followed by an exhortation for my sanctification. Unfortunately this poor kid was getting the brunt of it. However, he was not to be deterred.
'That's mine.' he said pointing at my coffee. Smart kid, willing to compromise. However, no way I'm giving a charming, calm 3 year old caffeine!
'That is my coffee. You can't have it. You can have juice, but not coffee.'
"I demand juice." a little voice chirped behind me. I turned and a tiny little girl bundled in a snow coat was looking at me with the seriousness of a United Nations Diplomat discussing human trafficking.
"You what?"
"I demand juice." she repeated.
'you demand juice?'
'Yes. I demand juice.'
Now, my friend Amber has told me about this child and her vocabulary, so I assumed it was unique to her. However, as the day progressed, either all the kids heard her and noticed the positive results, or that is just how one says it in Hindi. Or they've learned that asking doesn't yield the same results as demanding with a stone-cold face.
One little boy liked bringing me a book and having me point to the various animals, and we would say their names and the sounds that they made. Or we'd say colors and shapes. However the rest of them caught on and all would try to close the book I was reading and shove the book of their choice into my hands.
'but this mickey mouse!!' they would wheedle when I would insist that I'd finish the book on bugs before I started the book on Mickey's outdoor activities. In the midst of the girls calling for Simba and the one kid insisting that a sheep sounded like a goat throwing up, a little voice cheeped into my ear,
'Chai?' and proceeded to shove a plastic teacup into my nose.
'Oh, is this a cup of chai?'
'Yes teacher. This is chai.'
So now I was explaining that sheep 'baa' they don't "bloooeehgh,' assuring the one girl that yes we WOULD read Simba again AND I was drinking pretend chai.
"I demand this book.' the future diplomat stated again.
'Look what is with the demands?! You are in no position to demand anything.'
"I demand this book.' she repeated.
'Say please or I won't read it.'
"I demand this book please.'
'No. You say, 'will you read this book please?'
'Dis book please.'
Close enough.
Kids are smart little boogers, and the strange new word 'please' spread rather quickly. One kid went so far when I still insisted on finishing one book before starting another,
'Teacher teacher teacher pleeeeaaaase please this book please!'
Alright I've got to cave at SOME point so I gave in to this kid. But then he realized that he could now get his way and kept interrupting the books that he himself chose for a different book. Finally I said,
"Why don't you read to me?" The kid didn't have a problem with it and began pointing out animals and sounds but then discovered he didn't like this role reversal so much so went back to 'teacher teacher you please!'
Now not to get stereotypical, because I merely mean this following statement as a matter of observation and nothing more, but all these kids were from India. There were two girls from Korea who were quiet all this time until we got to snack time. Then when they wanted more cheesepuffs, but didn't want to finish their goldfish, they would tilt their head back and nod it down violently, with a firm declaration of 'PLEASE! Cheesepuffs PLEASE!' and then look at us expectantly.
'Finish your goldfish first.'
"PLEASE!" with the same violent nod, 'Cheesepuffs PLEASE!' And it was rather funny and 'polite' so we caved.
'I demand more cheesepuffs.' the diplomat tried.
'Nope. How do you ask? Ask nicely.'
'Cheesepuffs... please?' she tried with halfhearted shyness.

Well we had tamed this flock of international children, and in the nursery there were about eight babies and it sounded like all of them were crying at the same time. I was dismissed from the very rational, easy-looking 2 and 3 year olds and sent to the den of irrational and demanding creatures under the age of 2.
They were all crying but for no apparent reason.
Well, it turned out the little Asian boy wasn't used to napping without being held the entire nap (yeah there's been this thread on my Mom's homeschool board about how Asians are all 'tiger mothers' and super-disciplined and stuff. I call false on that one. This kid had to be held in the right position with his blanket just so and rocked at the right speed to lull him to sleep and then you could stop with the specifics but don't you dare put him down. Discipline? Ha!) The little girl from India wouldn't drink anything besides chocolate milk (#1, why does any child under 1 year know what chocolate milk and 2 why are we capitulating to said demands?) The others were crying for various reasons and I discovered one little girl from India hiding under a table with her eyes about as big as saucers. She eventually came out to eat some crackers, which quieted down her friend who came to steal said crackers from her.
We eventually got them all quieted down except for a few whimpers here and there.
Yeesh.
I did walk down the stairs with two of the momma's when I went to get some food earlier and they were just about wringing their hands about how painful it was to leave their small children with someone else for two hours.
'In India we don't do this. We are with them or if we must go out we leave with relatives. Never with someone we don't know.'
'Well, you gotta do what you gotta do,' I replied, 'and it is for so short a time only once a week. It is good for them to meet new people and learn to be flexible.'
'Oh yes but they cry and it hurts my heart to hear my little one cry so! I cannot bear it.'
'A good cry is good for them every now and then. Strengthens their lungs to they can breathe better and become good singers in the future. That's what my mom said anyway.'
'Ohhh... your mother is very wise... this is a good thing for us to think on. At least it may bring us some comfort in the following times when we must be parted!'

Now, I realize that I am VERY single and have no offspring of my own. I do realize this. And I realize that the momma-bear/tiger/ferocious animal/nurturing hormones and instincts don't kick in until one bears one's own posterity.
HOWEVER.
I was telling my boyfriend about this over lunch and his reply was, 'Sorry but do these mom's ever spank their kids? They sound waaay spoiled. Like, a good smack every now and then is healthy for a kid.'
No we are not advocating for abuse at all, just some common-sense discipline. Kids LAY DOWN FOR NAPS, in a BED, not your arms!
Not to bash on international mommas, because the mothers here in the states need plenty of lessons as well (i.e. if your child owns an ipod they gosh darned as well have earned that money themselves through their own sweat and occupation. Not through you giving it to them because they deserve it!!! They don't!)

Anyway. It was really fun and as you can see makes for a good story. There were a couple points where I thought I'd go mad when the one 3 year old would not stop screaming in a high-pitched dying rabbit sort of way, but other than that it was fun. :-)
However, I am looking forward to being back with the adults teaching them English and how to master the difficult 'b,' 'p' 'th' 'v' 'r' and 'l' sounds. We have mostly Asians in our class and these consonants/diphthong/sounds are especially hard for them to pronounce.

Off to clean the bathroom and study for Apologetics 3 before work.

~Princess Ouch~

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Senioritis

Yesterday somewhere between 34 and 37 tornadoes touched down in my area of the world. I'll be honest, I got scared at one point. My boyfriend and I were driving to our friend's house who are older and have a basement and a great outlook on life. He had the radio on and would turn it down occasionally while his mother called with updates she was watching two hours away safe in her basement. Then the sirens started and the rain hit. And that's when minor panic set in. I didn't do anything, I just looked at Kyle with something resembling a scared rabbit look.
"Don't worry, we'll make it there in time." he said, holding my hand. I still put my head on his shoulder tho as it seemed a more safe position than sitting up ;-)
We made it to Pat & Dudley's basement and our friend Amber was already there. We squeaked in between the two massive storm systems and while we waited to make sure no more fronts were headed our way watched the devastation of the areas around us.
We were still able to go to a party that evening that some of his friend's from college were hosting. It was really fun. They all went to the same Christian college. To be honest, they make me kind of envious. They have all been out of school for about three years and still meet up every month, sharing food and stories and having fun times. They are all laid back but still trying to live the Christian life. Obviously they aren't perfect, but it was such a different feel from any of the gatherings that I've ever gone to with people from my school.
Anyway. I stayed at one of their houses and Kyle went to his buddy's cabin in the woods for the night, and then we drove back to the 'Ville this morning. I had to work and he graciously waited for me and rescued me from eating cafeteria food. Instead we went and got Cajun.
He left in the evening after we got Amber and got some Italian frozen yogurt. Mmm. They let me pick it over DQ, even though I know they preferred the pure unhealthiness of ice cream with cookies and chocolate instead of bizarre plant-flavored yogurt ;-)
Aaaand then he left and Amber is Skyping some good friends of hers and I have been trying to wade through my theology homework. I rewarded myself after each chapter I read by watching a segment of Iron Man 2, which I haven't seen yet.
I feel like such a horrible Bible College student: I hate the Theology classes. I LOVE the Bible classes, but I detest studying Theology as a formal discipline. The reading is boring and the professor I'm taking right now is ALL lecture. And its not funny engaging lecture, its like the theology book narrated type lecture. *sigh* And I ought to enjoy it. My soul should delight in such things. But honestly I'd rather read Ecclesiastes straight through five times than read a chapter of my Theology homework or have to sit in the class for another 3 hour segment. Which is all very terrible of me.
And my boyfriend and parents keeps reminding me: you are down to counting just WEEKS until graduation, just a few more WEEKS! You can make it! This too shall pass!

Yeah... and then what?
Still don't know.
I know I know. NO ONE does. But still. I went into this with a plan. All that has fizzled and I haven't any explanation for it other than, "God isn't leading me that way right now. He knows what He's doing, but He hasn't let me in on it yet."
*sigh*
So yeah.
I guess I"m about to be introduced on Skype to Amber's friend. More later.
But yeah for all those concerned, I am FINE from the Tornadoes!!!