When we read Job’s story, all of us have compassion for how the guy suffered. But the triumph of Job comes in Chapter 38, with these incredible words, “Then the Lord answered…”
After plenty of questions, pleas and passionate cries, Job certainly got an earful the day the Lord answered his servant:
Where were you when I created the earth?
Tell me, since you know so much!
Who decided on its size? Certainly you’ll know that!
Who came up with the blueprints and measurements?
How was its foundation poured,
and who set the cornerstone,
While the morning stars sang in chorus
and all the angels shouted praise?
And who took charge of the ocean
when it gushed forth like a baby from the womb?
(Job 38: 4-9 The Message)
With a few questions, the Lord made it obvious to Job that despite all his figuring, protests and pain, Job had no idea how great God is:
“And have you ever ordered Morning, ‘Get up!’ told Dawn, ‘Get to work!’ So you could seize Earth like a blanket and shake out the wicked like cockroaches? As the sun brings everything to light, brings out all the colors and shapes, The cover of darkness is snatched from the wicked— they’re caught in the very act!“Have you ever gotten to the true bottom of things, explored the labyrinthine caves of deep ocean? Do you know the first thing about death? Do you have one clue regarding death’s dark mysteries? And do you have any idea how large this earth is? ( Job 38:12-18 The Message)
None of us could answer any of the vast questions God posed to Job. Only God can answer the questions He poses here.
Line by line, the Lord reveals His immensity. In mercy, God offers Job firsthand privileged information of the Almighty God’s vast compassionate oversight of details on the earth.
Clearly, God taught Job (and us) that He is large and in charge and cares deeply about every detail upon the earth, including Job, including us.
Nothing gets past our God.
He built the earth from its foundation.
He determines boundaries for the waves of the ocean.
He set the constellations in place, a massive brilliant display of mathematical artistic genius painted on the backdrop of the universe, as God established the stars in their exact timing and orbit.
He speaks to weather patterns, releases lightning on cue, knows the origin of light, darkness and watches over and establishes birth and life.
God oversees the nurture of animals, can stop the wicked in their tracks and leads dragons on a leash with ease in His great power.
And that is not even the half of it.
God is big, mighty, caring and worth our worship. When we read His words to Job, our jaw should drop at His greatness.
Today, instead of my words, let’s listen to His. Ask yourself, do I know my God? Am I willing for the Lord to expand my reality of Him? Do I dare ask for even greater encounter like Job dared to do?
National Geographic might take a look at Job 39. It could reframe their entire understanding of the world they research. The Lord God , our Creator, knows His subject matter:
Do you know the month when mountain goats give birth? Have you ever watched a doe bear her fawn? Do you know how many months she is pregnant? Do you know the season of her delivery, when she crouches down and drops her offspring? Her young ones flourish and are soon on their own; they leave and don’t come back. “Who do you think set the wild donkey free, opened the corral gates and let him go? I gave him the whole wilderness to roam in, the rolling plains and wide-open places. He laughs at his city cousins, who are harnessed and harried. He’s oblivious to the cries of teamsters. He grazes freely through the hills, nibbling anything that’s green. “Will the wild buffalo condescend to serve you, volunteer to spend the night in your barn? Can you imagine hitching your plow to a buffalo and getting him to till your fields? He’s hugely strong, yes, but could you trust him, would you dare turn the job over to him? You wouldn’t for a minute depend on him, would you, to do what you said when you said it? “The ostrich flaps her wings futilely – all those beautiful feathers, but useless! She lays her eggs on the hard ground, leaves them there in the dirt, exposed to the weather, Not caring that they might get stepped on and cracked or trampled by some wild animal. She’s negligent with her young, as if they weren’t even hers. She cares nothing about anything. She wasn’t created very smart, that’s for sure, wasn’t given her share of good sense. But when she runs, oh, how she runs, laughing, leaving horse and rider in the dust.“Are you the one who gave the horse his prowess and adorned him with a shimmering mane? Did you create him to prance proudly and strike terror with his royal snorts? He paws the ground fiercely, eager and spirited, then charges into the fray. He laughs at danger, fearless, doesn’t shy away from the sword. The banging and clanging of quiver and lance don’t faze him. He quivers with excitement, and at the trumpet blast races off at a gallop. At the sound of the trumpet he neighs mightily, smelling the excitement of battle from a long way off, catching the rolling thunder of the war cries. “Was it through your know how that the hawk learned to fly, soaring effortlessly on thermal updrafts? Did you command the eagle’s flight, and teach her to build her nest in the heights, Perfectly at home on the high cliff-face, invulnerable on pinnacle and crag? From her perch she searches for prey, spies it at a great distance. Her young gorge themselves on carrion; wherever there’s a roadkill, you’ll see her circling.”Job 39, The Message
God blessed Job’s later life even more than his earlier life. He ended up with fourteen thousand sheep, six thousand camels, one thousand teams of oxen, and one thousand donkeys. He also had seven sons and three daughters. He named the first daughter Dove, the second, Cinnamon, and the third, Darkeyes. There was not a woman in that country as beautiful as Job’s daughters. Their father treated them as equals with their brothers, providing the same inheritance. Job lived on another hundred and forty years, living to see his children and grandchildren – four generations of them! Then he died – an old man, a full life. Job 42: 12-17, MSG