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\"blog-where-were-you-job-pray-write-grow\"<\/a>Photo Credit: PrayWriteGrow<\/a><\/p>\n

Then the Lord<\/span> answered Job out of the whirlwind and said: “<\/span>Who is this that darkens counsel by words without knowledge? <\/span>Dress for action like a man; <\/span>I will question you, and you make it known to me. <\/span><\/span><\/em>Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth?…”<\/em> – Job 38:1-4a<\/a>
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I know that You can do all things, and that no purpose of Yours can be thwarted.<\/em>\u00a0 <\/span>– Job to God, Job 42:2<\/a><\/p>\n

How can this be?! How could this have happened? No way could this be right. No way could this be God’s plan.<\/p>\n

We are all given to platitudes<\/a>. “It’s all good.” “It’s not your fault.” “God’s still on His throne.” They may be true but they’re not very satisfying.<\/p>\n

When we’re hit by a strange and unsettling reality, we want to call it something else. We want to cry out that it’s not good and it’s got to be someone’s fault…we ache to point our finger at someone…anyone. At times, the blame ascends all the way to Heaven…to God Himself.<\/p>\n

Job, a righteous God-fearer whose story is chronicled in the Bible, found himself in that very situation. He didn’t just wake up one morning to news that he couldn’t stomach; he was singled out for the most devastating personal loss – the deaths of all his children and his own health ruined. His questioning of the rightness of this unimaginable occurrence was understandable.<\/p>\n

Having friends who offered all sorts of scenarios as to how this could have happened…gave Job no relief.<\/p>\n

Finally, he took his case to God, objecting to how such a thing could happen. In God’s defense of Himself in the matter (Job 38-41<\/a>), He opened Job’s eyes to the wonder and goodness of all that He does.<\/p>\n

God is not put off by our questioning, our fears, our confusion<\/strong>…this God who lovingly asks questions Himself for us to see our own strange thinking about Him…this God who is the answer to every question that’s whispered or shouted from the depths of our beings. Where were you, Child?<\/em> …Where were we?! How gentle He is with our self-righteousness and presumptuousness that we know better than He.<\/strong> We may not understand…but we can be assured that He is working out our good and His glory<\/a> in every page turned in history. We can question, absolutely…but He calls us to continue following Him, even in our questioning…to love Him, to love others…with everything in us.<\/p>\n

On this past Sunday, we gathered at Movement Church<\/a>, and worshiped together. This Sunday followed the Presidential election, the outcome of which probably surprised every voter and non-voter in America…either joyfully or sorrowfully. This Sunday was made for worship. No back clapping, or derision, or condescending opinions of any political ilk. Whatever hopefulness and whatever despair were set aside. Just voices raised in community to the God whose purposes are not thwarted…no matter what.<\/p>\n

Worship<\/a>, with me, through this great lyric Where Were You?<\/em> (by Ghost Ship<\/a>) – taken straight from the Job narrative<\/a>.<\/p>\n

I said, “God, I do not understand this world<\/em>
\n everything is dying and broken<\/em>
\n why do I see nothing but suffering<\/em>\"img_0418\"<\/a><\/p>\n

God I’m asking could this be Your plan
\nSin has taken hold of this whole land
\nWill You not say anything else to me?”<\/div>\n
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He said, “Where were you the day that I measured
\nsunk the banks and stretched the line over
\nall the earth and carved out its corner stone?\"img_0423\"<\/a><\/div>\n
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Where were you the day that I spoke and
\ntold the sun to split the night open
\ncaused the morning dark with its light to show<\/div>\n
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Who shut in the ocean with stone doors
\nmarked the reach of tides on those new shores
\nhung the day the waves rose and first broke forth<\/div>\n
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Have you seen the springs of that great sea
\nwalked the caverns carved in the black deep
\nthrough the gates of darkness there on its floor<\/div>\n
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Have you seen the armory I hold
\nsnow and hail are stacked up in silos
\nfor the times of trouble and war and strife<\/p>\n

Can you raise your voice to the storm cloud
\nwould the thunder answer and ring out
\ndoes the lightning ask you where it should strike<\/p>\n

Who has cleft the channels for torrents
\nrain to sprout the desert with forest
\nin the wilderness that my hand has built<\/p>\n

Can you hunt the prey for your lions
\ncan you use the cords of Orion
\nis this whole world bending beneath your will?”<\/p>\n

I spoke of things I did not understand
\nthings too wonderful for me
\nalthough I had no right to ask<\/strong>
\n my God knelt and answered me<\/strong>*<\/p>\n<\/div>\n