A famous biblical story features a made-up dude named Job (pronounced differently than it looks). Job had it rough and justifiably wept and wailed. We read in the story how not to help our grieving friends, but in the end it is no surprise that God has the last word.
God zooms out on Job’s view of the world. “The world is much bigger than you,” God relativizes to a miserable Job in a dozen ways. God points Job to creation, showcasing the larger-than life creation work goes on day in and day out without Job or anyone’s help.
Like a proud child, God points. “Look at the sea, I did that! See that cloud? That was me! The snow and hail? It isn’t always lovely, but it’s my work. And the ostrich’s wings? I gave those wings the power to flap, baby!”
Last week, I felt a slice of Job’s pain. And God pointed.
“Feel the warm sun on a November day? I made that heat!”
“Taste the fresh bread. Grain was my idea!”
“That gracious card someone sent you? Don’t you love it? I invented kindness!”
“You heard that song and faith welled up in your throat? You are welcome.”
Okay, God. I remember now. The world is much bigger than me.
Lisa Lewton 