Job CCCLI

 A few years back, when I was still traveling a lot more than I am today, I’d gotten to my destination a little before midnight, ready to check in and get some much-needed sleep. Even as I walked through the sliding double doors, I could hear raised voices coming from the check-in counter, but since I needed a bed, and the only way to get to it was to go through the process, I shuffled closer to the counter to see what the hubbub was all about.

An incensed woman was almost screaming and gesturing at a young lady who couldn’t have been more than twenty about how she wanted her room comped because although she’d requested two queen beds, she’d gotten a king, and that just wouldn’t do.

To her credit, the young lady did not reciprocate in raising her voice, but in a calm tone said, “I don’t have the authority to do that, ma’am. The manager will be here in the morning, and you can speak to him.”

Although that did nothing to lighten the mood or calm the yelling woman’s anger, the terms of the conversation had been established, and no matter how much she pointed, waived, yelled, threatened, and insisted that she was about to call her lawyer- which, since it was almost midnight, was absurd on its face, never mind that it was a La Quinta, and people who stay at La Quinta rarely, if ever, have a lawyer on retainer that they can wake up in the middle of the night- the young lady just stood there, a passive, serene look on her face.

Eventually, she asked the screaming woman to move aside so she could help the next customer, which happened to be me, also the only other customer. When I got up to the counter, after giving her a credit card for incidentals and a form of ID, and watching her chicken peck something into her computer, she looked up and said, “Your reservation is for a king bed, but unfortunately we’re sold out for the night. I can give you two queens if that’s okay.”

I shrugged, told her a bed was a bed and I just needed some sleep, and after asking how many keys I needed and gesturing with my index finger, I was in my room in less than five minutes.

I never did find out whether the screaming woman got comped for her room, but the point of the story is one we would do well to heed: know the limits of our authority, and do not exceed them!

The young lady knew she couldn’t accommodate the screaming woman because she didn't have the authority to hand out free rooms to every irate customer. It wasn't in her job description, and if she had done as the woman demanded and the manager found out the next morning, it would have either come out of her paycheck or she would have been fired for the presumption.

When men assume the mantle of God’s authority without His express permission, when they presume that their word is law and God must accede to their judgment, there will always be consequences, whether that entails a rebuke or, if it persists, punishment.

It’s neither sinful nor wrong, but wisdom itself to say I do not have the authority to make a judgment on this matter! It may not be what the other parties want to hear, and it will do nothing to balloon your pride; then again, you won’t be courting God’s wrath being aroused against you either.

Between trying to play at being Solomon and remaining humble enough to acknowledge that God’s authority on any given matter far exceeds yours, choose the latter over the former every time.

It’s one thing to call out a consistent, unrepentant pattern of sin; it’s another to assume that the individual has sinned because they are going through a trial, a hardship, or a testing. One is provable, demonstrable, and something that must be dealt with; the other is an assumption of causality that has no basis in fact.

It must have been a tough pill to swallow, being told that the man you tried to convince was guilty of wickedness was the selfsame man who was now supposed to pray and intercede on your behalf before God, lest God deal with you according to your folly. If Job’s friends had the right of it as they’d assumed, then it would have been they that would have been called upon to go and pray for Job, and perhaps lay hands on him. If their presumptions had proven true, this story would not have ended with them having to humble themselves and go to Job entreating him to pray for them.

Once God speaks, nothing else matters. Neither Eliphaz nor his two friends attempted to justify their behavior or debate God on the merits of their conclusions. They neither tried to mitigate their actions, nor did they insist that God was asking too much of them, since they were well-intentioned in attempting to get Job to see the error of their ways.

God told them what they needed to do so that they would not be dealt with according to their folly, and they did it: no backpedaling, no whining, no justifying, just obedience to the prescribed remedy.      

Psalm 96:10-13, “Say among the nations, ‘The Lord reigns; the world also is firmly established; it shall not be moved; He shall judge the peoples righteously.’ Let the heavens rejoice, and let the earth be glad; let the sea roar, and all its fullness; let the field be joyful, and all that is in it. Then all the trees of the woods will rejoice before the Lord. For He is coming, for He is coming to judge the earth. He shall judge the world with righteousness, and the peoples with His truth.”

When God speaks, we either obey or go the way of rebellion. When He calls us out and identifies what we must repent of, we either follow through and do as He commands, or continue pursuing the things He’s told us we ought not to pursue.

It’s not that God doesn’t offer us a remedy, a means of reconciliation and restoration; it’s that many are too stubborn and stiff-necked to humble themselves in the sight of the Lord, do as He instructs, and receive forgiveness.  

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr.