We talk about the patience of Job. Check out Job 38-40. God has some fearsome words for our patient friend:
Job 40:7, 9-12 (NIV)
“Brace yourself like a man;
I will question you,
and you shall answer me . . .
Do you have an arm like God’s,
and can your voice thunder like his?
Then adorn yourself with glory and splendor,
and clothe yourself in honor and majesty.
Unleash the fury of your wrath,
look at all who are proud and bring them low,
look at all who are proud and humble them,
crush the wicked where they stand.”
Are you feelin’ the fear?
Sure, guess God is big and scary
but I have been through worse.
Job, well he was ordinary,
but I still survive the curse.
Hard to breathe, harder to swallow,
and hell hath no exception here,
but I am not about to wallow
in no self-pity, let’s be clear.
If God thinks He’s oh-so-great,
He could shrink one bloody tumour.
If he does, He’ll maybe rate
a whispered praise, or just a rumour.
In Your name, and the Spook and Son,
I’m hurting, damn it, GET THIS DONE.
I join you, Andrew, in your prayer for relief. God’s timing is a mystery. I trust it will make more sense on the other side of eternity.
I sure hope it makes more sense, ’cause this is really messed up.