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The book from which we read our Old Testament lesson, Job,
is the story of a man whose life tumbles in. We are introduced
to him in the first chapter as "blameless and upright, one who
feared God and turned away from evil...seven sons and three
daughters...seven thousand sheep, three thousand camels, five
hundred yoke of oxen, five hundred donkeys, and very many
servants; so that this man was the greatest of all the people of
the east."(2) Wonderful. Then he loses it all - property
destroyed, business ruined, children dead, and finally his own
body covered with sores. He sits on an ash heap in misery, tries
to relieve the horrible itching by scratching broken pottery over
his flesh, and is advised by his wife to give up: "Curse God and
die."
Meanwhile, our hero's friends - Eliphaz the Temanite, Bildad
the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite - hear about the horror
story Job is living through, and, just as you and I would
probably do, they come to the house to offer assistance. "Is
there anything I can do? Anything at all?" As a matter of fact,
there are some things we might learn about offering comfort and
consolation to our friends from what we read here.
The first thing to note is that they came. There is such a
thing as a "Ministry of Presence" that is important when disaster
strikes, when someone's life is falling apart. Some communities
are wonderful in responding to tragedy. Years ago, in my first
church after seminary, I noted two inexplicable miracles in my
Christian experience. The first had to do with money - I could
never figure out how God works it so that I have more AFTER I
tithe than before. I did not understand it then; I do not
understand it now - I just know that it is true. The second was
how it was possible that I could be called to a home immediately
after a death in the congregation, dropping what ever I was doing
to dash over, only to find that a dozen church members had beaten
me there, half of them with a hot casserole, fried chicken, or a
cake in hand. I still do not understand that. A miracle. Just
as Eliphaz, Bildad, and Zophar did, they knew the importance of
BEING THERE.
By the way, one of the ways you can be there is in the form
of a LETTER OR NOTE. Years ago, following the death of my
father, I received a note in the mail from Bert Yancey. As some
of you may recall, Bert was a professional golfer who, by this
time, had retired from the Tour and was now teaching. Bert and I
were good friends - we did a daily radio show together. Christie
had never played golf until she met me, so Bert taught her how to
play; as a wedding present he gave us golf balls. Bert had also
given my father some lessons when Dad and Mom had come down to
visit. Bert's note simply said what a pleasure it had been for
him to get to know my father and how nice it had been to have
such a kind and gentle man as one of his students. Almost twenty
years have gone by now...I still remember that letter.
A second thing to note about Job's friends once they arrived
on the scene: as the scripture reports it, "They sat with him on
the ground seven days and seven nights, and no one spoke a word
to him, for they saw that his suffering was very great."(3) There
were no pious platitudes or explanations about how this would
somehow be "all for the best." They just SAT with him.
I recall a conversation with a colleague about a fellow
minister who was routinely regarded as leaving a great deal to be
desired in terms of the quality of his work. Don concluded the
conversation by saying that, all the failings notwithstanding, he
would never ever be able to think anything but GOOD about this
fellow. You see, several years before, on the day Don's wife had
heart surgery, Bob had come to the hospital waiting room and just
sat - eight solid hours - so Don would not have to go through the
time alone. Don never forgot it. Can you just SIT with someone
whose life is coursing through troubled waters?
Back to Job. As the story progresses, we begin to learn
that the legendary "patience of Job" which has become a cliché in
our culture is a bit overstated. As might be expected from
someone who has gone through one disaster after another, Job is
VERY unhappy: "Let the day perish in which I was born...Why did I
not die at birth...Why is light given to one in misery, and life
to the bitter in soul, who long for death, but it does not
come."(4) Job is hurting...BIG time.
What did Job's friends do? They listened. Good for them.
One of the most helpful things a friend can do for a friend who
is going through misery is LISTEN. In Presbyterian's Today last
month, there was an article about helping people who are
grieving.(5) It quoted David, a young widower with two school-age
children. He said:
Great explanation - all this mess is happening to you
because God wants you to become a better person through it.
Right! Have you ever said that to a friend whose life has just
come crashing down? If you did, I hope they smacked you. For
what it is worth, Job did not find Eliphaz' words helpful.
Enter Bildad (the shortest man in the Bible, they say...
Bildad, the SHOE-HEIGHT...Awful! <grin>). "Wait a minute, Job.
You KNOW that God is just. Nothing happens unless it is
deserved. Maybe it is not your sin...perhaps it is the sin of
your children...that is back of all this. One way or the other,
once justice is served, all will be well again." Right.
That IS the way it works, isn't it? In your experience?
Good people are rewarded with health, happiness, and a higher and
higher standard of living. Evil people suffer untold tortures.
Ministers ride in new Mercedes'; drug dealers hitchhike. Uh-huh.
We would LOVE to have a world where justice prevails...and so
would Job...but empirical observation says forget it.
A corollary to that would be a reminder to avoid concluding
that everything that occurs has an explanation which satisfies us
and can be explained on a bumper sticker. The Presbyterians
Today article I mentioned earlier quoted a person who experienced
two miscarriages within a short period of time. She said,
In a strange way, Zophar's analysis is shared by many who
endure awful tragedy. At a recent funeral for a suicide victim,
the minister (who happened to be a close family friend for many,
many years) reflected the concern no doubt shared by other
friends and family: "Is there anything I could have done or said
to have prevented this?" His conclusion was "Probably not," but
the question still haunted him, as it no doubt will especially
haunt this woman's husband and 12- and 14-year-old children,
whether it ought to or not. Ten years ago, Tammy Faye Bakker -
another theologian from the school of Zophar - suggested the
reason that Hurricane Hugo hit Charlotte was because of the mean
treatment her husband Jim had gotten in that city's press. A
Charlotte disaster because Charlotte deserved it. However, Tammy
Faye failed to explain why the hurricane damaged the steeple of
First Presbyterian Church while leaving the Charlotte Observer
building untouched. No question, some tragedies are needless and
preventable; others are not. No matter. Keep your theological
judgments to yourself.
Job is still not satisfied (nor could I imagine that you or
I would be either). His friends continue to offer pious
rationalizations, but none persuade him. On and on this goes.
And, for what it is worth, there is a lesson here as well:
namely, that tragic situations are not quickly put behind us.
Those who know say it takes someone who has lost a spouse or a
child as long as three years before they experience more good
days than bad. Sometimes it takes months before even the most
routine chores can be handled adequately. The word is, when a
friend's life tumbles in, BE PATIENT.
Back to Job. If God is behind this misery our hero is going
through, then Job wants the chance to confront this Deity, if not
to have an opportunity to plead his case, then at least to hear
some rationale for all this pain and suffering.
Cut to the climax. Job gets his wish - a meeting with the
Almighty. But instead of an explanation, Job gets an explosion:
The conclusion of this intriguing story is that you had
better be careful about coming to a conclusion about this
intriguing story...or ANY intriguing story, for that matter,
especially the story of a friend's life that has come tumbling
in.
There are approximately 2.1 million widows and widowers in
this country. Of those, more than 550,000 have young children to
raise.(9) How many others have had lives come crashing down
because of a disastrous fire or flood? How many more have been
devastated by the premature end of a career? Whether they are
grieving because of these events or some other, they need the
gentle support of their friends...you and me.
When a friend's life tumbles in. Is there anything I can
do, anything at all? Yes, there is. Be there, in person or with
a note. Listen. Offer specific suggestions of things you can
do. Be patient. Be incredibly careful about easy explanations.
Then one final bit of advice: pray. I wonder if Eliphaz, Bildad
or Zophar ever prayed for Job. I hope so. When a friend's life
tumbles in, lift them up to the Lord in prayer. Ask God to give
them strength and stamina; ask for the presence and power of Jesus
Christ in their lives; ask for the sustenance of the Holy Spirit. With the help of kind and caring
Christian companions, the one whose life has tumbled in can get
through the rubble, pick up the pieces, and begin to live once
more.
Amen!
1. Tennyson, "In Memoriam" 2. Job 1:1-3 3. Job 2:13 4. Job 3:passim 5. Victor M. Parachin, "When a Friend Needs You: Eight ways to help people through the experience of grief," Presbyterians Today, Sept., 1997, pp. 27-29 6. Job 5:17 NIV 7. Lightner & Hathaway, Giving Sorrow Words : How to Cope with Grief and Get on with Your Life, (New York, NY : Warner Books, 1990) 8. Job 42:6 9. Parachin
When you come to see us, be supportive and allow us to
speak openly about our feelings. Resist the urge to
speak about YOUR loss. We don't want to hear about it.
This was our loss and we need to experience it in our
own way. Be there to listen. Your willingness to
listen is the most precious gift you can offer. The
people I found most helpful made no attempt to distract
me from my grief. They encouraged me to share my
feelings over and over. It seemed that each time I
told my story a layer of pain was peeled away and the
intensity of bereavement was eased with each retelling.
Now we get to some lessons to be learned by watching Job's
friends mess up. Enter Eliphaz. He takes two chapters to
respond to Job's complaints and rebukes him by suggesting that it
is inappropriate to question trials and tribulations which God
uses: "Blessed is the [one] whom God corrects; so do not despise
the discipline of the Almighty."(6)
"I received all kinds of advice from friends, family
and co-workers. Most of it was useless." Her
recommendation: "Suppress any temptation to say, 'It
was for the best,' 'It wasn't meant to be,' 'At least
you can get pregnant,' or 'You're young; you can try
again.' And please don't say, 'There was probably
something wrong with the baby. This is nature's way.'"
The message here is to resist the impulse to give Bumper
Sticker answers. Job would say they do more harm than good. If
you feel you MUST say something (and as nature abhors a vacuum,
so we seem to abhor silence), say things that validate feelings
and convey your care: "I'm sorry..." "This must be very painful
for you..." "What can I do?" "I want to help..." "Please call
me at any time..." And be specific. Candy Lightner and Nancy
Hathaway offer these insights in their book, Giving Sorrow
Words:(7)
You might ask, Is there something I can do! But be
prepared for the answer to be, "There's nothing anyone
can do." In that case ask, What would you like me to
do? And if that doesn't work, make specific
suggestions. Do you want to talk? Would you like some
company? Do you need to get out of the house? Would
you like to walk around a lake? Would you like to take
a drive? Would you like to see a movie? Sometimes
your questions can help them clarify their needs.
We move on. Friend Zophar, who has apparently heard more
than he wants to of Job's complaining. He tells his pal flat out
that whatever has happened, he DESERVES! No pussy-footing around
on this one. You made your bed, now lie in it. Now THERE is a
word of comfort!
Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth?
Tell me, if you have understanding. Who determined its
measurements -- surely you know! Or who stretched the
line upon it? On what were its bases sunk, or who laid
its cornerstone when the morning stars sang together
and all the heavenly beings shouted for joy?
Clouds, rain, lightning, lions, ravens. On and on an
indignant God goes...three chapters worth, not of answers, but
wilderness appreciation...until finally Job whispers, "I spoke
foolishly, Lord. What can I answer?" By the end of story Job
could say, "I despise myself [I am ashamed], and repent in dust
and ashes."(8)

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