Daily Devotion 91

Jul 29, 2014 2187

Oh . . . . that God would be willing to crush me, to let loose his hand and cut me off! Then I would still have this consolation . . . . that I had not denied the words of the Holy One (Job 6:8-10).

When I was just a little boy, my leg was run over by a horse-drawn wagon. Nothing was broken, and I soon got over it. But at the time the world only of my suffering. It would not have made any difference to me if someone had been shot right beside me. My pain filled the universe. Job was so overcome with his troubles that he wanted to find a way to express the sheer magnitude of them to his friends. It is so with all of us—throughout our days. There is never and sorrow quite like our own. Something that could help us to be sensitive; even when we think that the other person is making far too much of his/her predicament.

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