Sometimes when I read my bible, I am not sure what it is that I am to be reading, so I pray and ask God to lead me to something I can learn from. This was the case last evening for me, and I ended up in the book of Job, from the bible called The Message. I love this version of the bible. It is very similar to the Living bible, but it is so much easier for me to understand. Here is what I read.
Job Answers Bildad
I Call for Help and No One Bothers
How long are you going to keep battering away at me, pounding me with these harangues? Time after time after time you jump all over me. Do you have no conscience, abusing me like this? Even if I have, somehow or other, gotten off the track, what business is that of yours? Why do you insist on putting me down, using my troubles as a stick to beat me? Tell it to God- he’s the one behind all this, he’s the one who dragged me into this mess.
Look at me- I shout ‘Murder’ and I’m ignored; I call for help and no one bothers to stop. God threw a barricade across my path- I’m stymied; he turned out all the lights- I’m stuck in the dark. He destroyed my reputation, robbed me of all self-respect. He tore me apart piece by piece – I’m ruined! Then he yanked out hope by the roots. He’s angry with me- oh, how he’s angry! He treats me like his worst enemy. He has launched a major campaign against me, using every weapon he can think of, coming at me from all sides at once.
I Know That God Lives
God alienated my family from me; everyone who knows me avoids me. My relatives and friends have all left; house guests forget I ever existed. The servant girls treat me like a bum off the street, look at me like they’ve never seen me before. I call my attendant and he ignores me, ignores me even though I plead with him. My wife can’t stand to be around me anymore. I’m repulsive to my family. Even street urchins despise me; when I come out, they taunt and jeer. Everyone I’ve ever been close to abhors me; my dearest loved ones rejects me. I’m nothing but a bag of bones; my life hangs by a thread.
Oh, friends, dear friends, take pity on me. God has come down hard on me! Do you have to be hard on me, too? Don’t you ever tire of abusing me?
If only my words were written in a book – better yet, chiseled in stone! Still, I know that God lives – the One who gives me back my life – and eventually he’ll take his stand on earth. And I’ll see him – even though I get skinned alive!- see God myself, with my very own eyes. Oh, how I long for that day!
If you’re thinking, How can we get through to him, get him to see that his trouble is all his own fault? Forget it. Start worrying about ourselves. Worry about your own sins and God’s coming judgement, for judgment is most certainly on the way.
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I discovered a moment ago, that I was nominated for One Lovely Blog Award.
This is wonderful, but now I am worried, as I worked hard to think up new things to tell you about with the prior award, so what is a person to do? Place thinking cap on. Tick tock!
The seven things I should not tell you but today I will bring myself to do so are
Golden Girls is my number two show I watch
American Idol is where you will find me all winter long
I watch Young and the Restless almost daily, but at least on Fridays
I have to sleep with the fan running and on me 365 days a year and I have a spare, in case one breaks during the winter months and you can’t pay a million dollars to find one
I love going to the zoos, but don’t want any of them critters living inside my home
I always wished I had thick, shiny hair, like the women on the television commercials
The nominations are
Thank you so much for this beautiful nomination!!
Jimmy and Cha have nominated me last evening for this fine award.
You have to make sure that you check out their web pages, as they live their lives for God.
You are to give credit to the one who nominated you, plus write seven things about yourself, and nominate others.
My brother watches all of the court shows each morning, his routine
It is raining cats and dogs this morning, giving us much needed rain, because we have been in a drought
I love collecting costume jewelry from all over the world
I am giving a shot at writing something other than one page
I love Christmas trees, and am looking for a silver aluminum Christmas tree
My brother spilled maple syrup all over his chair and setting place this morning, making my day more interesting
I have nine grandchildren
Thank you once again for this fine nomination!!!!
too hysterical not to reblog!
Five-year old Paul and six-year-old Richard are playing in the backyard when Richard gets a wild hair up his butt to go fishing at the local pond. They gather a couple of poles and a bucket and wander off down the dirt path to the pond.
A short time later they return with a bucket of fish. Filled with excitement, Paul rushes inside the house.
“Daddy! Daddy! Look what I caught!”
After getting a stern lecture from his dad about going to the pond without an adult, Paul’s dad praises him and tells him to take the fish out to the garage so he can clean them.
Paul returns to the garage, a smile on his face.
“So, what’d your dad say?” Richard asks.
“He said they have to get cleaned.”
“Do you know how to clean a fish?”
Paul shrugs. “I guess in the washing machine.”
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