I checked into the Job (as in Old Testament) Motel again. I used my GPS to find the place. It’s down this dark alley in a safe neighborhood.
It’s packed, but there are always vacancies. Those in line at the front desk, including me, were there because we have questions.
As Job found out, these inquiries are a series of admissions that we just can’t quite catch up with God on the path of life; that what is brewing in our souls is either something as innocuous as a pondering question or the more sublime and subtle statement, “I don’t think I can trust God on this one.”
“’For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,’” declares the Lord. “’As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.'” Isaiah 55:8,9
Which brings us to another question: “Why would a loving God put us in or allow us to put ourselves in situations that only He understands?” To boot, these circumstances have that nasty quality of being annoying, irritating, frustrating, painful and downright perplexing with seemingly no way out?”
Before the motel’s friendly wake-up call, we will find ourselves in the dream-like state where God begins asking us questions like…
“‘Who is this that questions my wisdom with such ignorant words? Brace yourself like a man, because I have some questions for you, and you must answer them. Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth? Tell me, if you know so much. Who determined its dimensions and stretched out the surveying line? What supports its foundations, and who laid its cornerstone as the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy? Who kept the sea inside its boundaries as it burst from the womb, and as I clothed it with clouds and wrapped it in thick darkness? For I locked it behind barred gates, limiting its shores. I said, ‘This far and no farther will you come. Here your proud waves must stop!’ Have you ever commanded the morning to appear and caused the dawn to rise in the east? Have you made daylight spread to the ends of the earth, to bring an end to the night’s wickedness? As the light approaches, the earth takes shape like clay pressed beneath a seal; it is robed in brilliant colors. The light disturbs the wicked and stops the arm that is raised in violence. Have you explored the springs from which the seas come? Have you explored their depths? Do you know where the gates of death are located? Have you seen the gates of utter gloom? Do you realize the extent of the earth? Tell me about it if you know! Where does light come from, and where does darkness go? Can you take each to its home? Do you know how to get there?'” Job 38:2-20
This dream has all the shock of a machine gun that never runs out of bullets and, worse yet, the fear that a four-year-old’s questions are just beginning.
Sometimes we don’t need to know exactly how GPS works. But it does work, I assure you. And if it brings you down a dark alley, there’s a place at the end of it where you can get a good night’s sleep.