I will question you, and you shall answer me.
Job lost it all: his wealth, his family, and his health. Our problems, compared to his, are south of Elementary—more like Pre-K.
Job complained. His unhelpful companions countered—just about every easy answer to why there is pain in the world can be found in their misguided chidings.
Job didn’t understand why he was suffering. He had questions and wanted to face off with God and get answers.
When trouble comes, we have questions:
Why is this happening?
Why doesn’t God do something?
Eventually, God showed up. Brushing aside thirty-five chapters of chatter, he one-upped Job. Instead of listening to Job’s questions, he questioned Job.
God has some questions for us:
Do you believe me?
Do you trust me?
Do you love me?
God’s questions often slip by unheard and unanswered.
We want God to work miracles.
God wants us to trust him.