[And so know you devils of delight, let's take a long breath and tie this story up. Certainly not finish it by any means, but quite frankly I tire at the moment in keeping up with the notes of our history. But, no friend of nimble gnomes would I be if I left our boy and girl just dangling in mystery. So, we shall take some great leaps and jumps turning seconds to hours and hours to months to get a clean break from this exercise.]
As has been stated, I think the child Job has been stricken with a new adventure in life. It seems his later teen years he let his spirit more than his mind guide him, was it his choosing or destiny? I'm not sure one will ever really know, but let's see how God pulled the strings in those decisions he made to control the puppets of fate.
Job had entered the armed services after all of his friends had left for their schooling and bigger things, to be honest in part graduation snuck upon him still uncertain what everyone's rush to go away had been. He thought, we've only got to the part where we can all finally hang out like we used to brag about, but they reassured him life waits not for anyone. And so he embarked on mighty adventures listening, watching and learning from many empires. Fortunate was he even in this time that by the works of God he found unique offers of opportunity in the jobs the military sent him one; you see one can not become a true knight indeed, if one is not pushed into areas others are not.
But, unlike the constant thrill of action and delight, he found at times these details of his job left him with much time on his hands; silent and solitude his only friends for hours on hand. And in the quietude of these times he'd found himself stuck in the middle of life. You see all the pieces of books he would read and stories of the wise he's studied as a kid started to break through to his mind, giving him glimpses of another side. He would stand on holy ground, older then America or even Britain had seen, and under his feet the spirits of those tribes sometimes would speak. So loud sometimes they would shake his mind; he knew nothing but to swallow the power they would provide. As they talked he would listen and sometimes it seemed to be, that those mouths from the Bible they did speak.
That book that as kid seemed so funny in it's ways, well that night with his mom a special hold on him was placed. At times throughout life when no one could see, he'd thumb those ancient scripts just to see what they did mean? God would often prod him when walking by, "just a quick look see the secret My words have to hide". So compelling at times he had no choice, but to abide. And wise men he was fortunate to meet a few along the way with which he could discuss and show him the errors of his ways. It is through this repetition it was learned that there is nothing wrong with being wrong as long as you learn. Some of the greats along the way started to make him understand that with humble inquiry teachers were happy to help, a welcome delight from the days he's always known, for those times you were ridiculed and humiliated just for not knowing somethin'.
And so with the wise he learned to ask big questions of life, maybe one day his pieces would fit and help to contribute back to the things that were too important for most people to glean. After a few short years this adventure to though did pass; the pain of realizing that nothing, not even friends you'd give your life for were meant to last. He struggled with this time and time again, but the nail in that coffin would come closing down as he returned to that from which he came as all knights do when the tournaments are through. When he arrived he began to speak, only to once again be quieted; as much as the time was spent it was reinforced over and over again that a child who knew little of how the world works he still was. And so he would sit and listen and watch some more and coupled with that task was the realization that everything he'd known had past.
Friends and family too had all moved on to their journey's and destiny's leaving him to adjust a new mentality. Stuck in a spot, and not old enough for God to call yet, he wandered and floundered confused by the lack of camaraderie. Oh, he had friends and cherished family, but most of them were interested in them not him, and as he'd learn to become humble and kind he was more then happy to oblige. The days continued to pass and time went along, taking only moments alone to appreciate the journey he was coming through. Eventually he found as things went down himself back at school, for the moments God spoke to him were nothing but child's food, or so the wise around him kept ensuring him they knew more about life than anyone.
And through those years he learned much more sometimes encountering people and voices that sparked a light from the past. He'd catch a thought or two, by know he learned that's all those voices really are to be, just thoughts we think are to often too bold to be us; and he'd give them away again, he always knew that when they were his God would tell him. Figuring the ideas and information relayed was meant to be given on for someone else to make their way. He watched and he joyed as success came for those around him, and watched others wrap themselves in blankets of pity at hurt they were feeling.
The time went along and he became more in awe of looking back all the things he'd learned, seen and saw. With more experience he grew and as life makes that time when boys become young men he decided to no longer stay silent. Many around him began to wonder and question what was wrong with him he used to be so much more pleasant. They mistook pleasantries for him allowing them their ideas and ways, regardless of what he thought. So, he sat quiet, letting them speak their wrongs all the while they thought somehow he must agree with what they thought. He'd try to offer his thoughts from his understanding of lessons and life, but he was shown early on that people only want to fight or someone to agree with them. And a time or two he'd offer a suggestion or two that would bring a flaw in their thinking or plan, flaws he'd learned years before as wise men and women showed him them with his thoughts.
And so he soon stopped and life kept smooth again, until one fateful night the devil stepped in as God had instructed him. The child Job had obtained to some degree a level of success and status in his own adopted community, enjoying the comfort and company behind those white picket fences Noir had grown' up within. Only there he did see that snakes hide in the grass just like the trailers they'd call trash. And he watched as things changed all around him, as possessions and obsession became coveted trophies of triumph and victory. This was not all, but more than expected, and he'd call himself fortunate to meet several that cared not for what other's had gained, they had enough of their own to not worry about such petty things.
And so when the devil came into his household, not by drink or drug, for he is more cunning than that knowing most never learn that it is not what you put in your mouth that is wrong, but what you think to come out that turns into sin. Try has he might with all his patience and life, in the end the devil one that round and took everything away from him. Still baffled at the brilliance with which he had danced, discombobulated at how the people around him let that demon use them another blow was struck from the hand leaving him alone again, walking the land. Now in this moment most people would see an excuse to cry fowl at how unfair life is, but Job took a different approach as during that first battle he'd grown stronger and stronger knowing only God could protect him - [and besides, he had no one else as the devil claimed everyone he knew in round one.].
So, he dug deeper and deeper investigating every move, like true professional athletes do scouring the pages of the wisest he could find to understand just where he had gone wrong. More and more he learned and that much of what was spun had been done by people claiming homage to the crafty and cunning one. By no means did ever think he was perfect and laughed at the thought as attacks came from all sides to show him how proud he was. He often reflected on those night strolls with nothing but the heavens covering him, concrete for a bed "If they only understood?", but he kept quiet knowing that they did not want to hear truth, but rather confirm what their thoughts have been.
All along the way practicing and only listening to God. You see Job understood, that he had done everything people had been telling him to and gathered nice things, but that couldn't keep failure away. So he continued what he started in that very first fight, believing in his heart that the world had failed him, what worse could it be if God turned out not to be real at all. Continuing with that belief and practice those days in paradise were not nearly as bad as everyone would come to tell him.
It was one night early on, when no one was around, still one foot in and one foot out that he sat on a strangers couch after they'd gone on Christmas Eve, that God finally spoke in that tone again, a voice he'd only heard ever once before. "What are you looking for, or what do you want" it commanded in a thunderous voice. Now at this he let out a sigh of disbelief, after all how could you answer it? Fortunate was he all those days of the scrolls he'd read that just when he started to speak, he stopped himself. And so he paused in his thought and as he let out a breath of relief he through up the words Wisdom, when love is what he started to say.
With a BOOM in his voice The Lord did instantly reply "Smart choice, remember you asked for it". And with one final command Job was instructed at first, should he ever find the truth, to define for himself what God wisdom did serve. And he spent days in discern hemming and hawing, arguing mentality the fight from eight sides with nothing left and unsure of the answer, he threw out the best he could come up with for only the ears of Heaven. Job made a final statement firm in stance "Truth is God, so wisdom must serve truth and only from wisdom could love emerge". And in that tidy understanding he came to understand that had he stopped with love as his first thought, he would have stopped himself short of finding God, Himself.
[Let us pause for a moment to break this into two posts, so then we can have a finished Job. But while you wait, how 'bout a musical accompaniment]
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