“Though He slay me, I will hope in Him…” – Job 13:15
The defeated Job, broken and weeping over the loss of his household wrongfully accused by his closest friends, deserted by his wife, with agony cries out to the LORD, ‘Though God slays me, I will hope in him!’ This is true faith my friends. This is love.
How often do we complain and weep over the miniscule things in life that bear no significant importance in light of loving God with as the Savior uttered, ‘all your heart, mind and soul.’ The reality of our faith isn’t found in emotional highs or lows, nor is it found in riches or status, but it is found in loving the LORD even when all else screams not to. Even when all around is dark, cold and lonely. When everything seems helpless, we yet cry out to Him and long to see the radiance of God’s perfect imprint, our Savior’s face. We yet long to be in His courtyard, by His side. The mark of true believers is best seen in the light of real affliction. As Spurgeon so rightfully said,
In Job’s utterest extremity he cried after the Lord. The longing desire of an afflicted child of God is once more to see his Father’s face. His first prayer is not ‘O that I might be healed of the disease which now festers in every part of my body!’ nor even ‘O that I might see my children restored from the jaws of the grave, and my property once more brought from the hand of the spoiler!’ but the first and uppermost cry is, ‘O that I knew where I might find Him, who is my God! That I might come even to His seat!’ God’s children run home when the storm comes on. It is the heaven born instinct of a gracious soul to seek shelter from all ills beneath the wings of Jehovah.
Children, run home! Run to the Father! Run to Him who is sweeter than honey, to Him who is more precious than gold. Nothing teaches us so much the preciousness of the Creator, as when we learn the emptiness of all besides.