Job XLIII

 It’s human nature to accept good things with open arms. Whether it’s a compliment, a promotion, or finding out someone slipped an extra nugget in your six-piece value meal, it tends to make us feel warm and cozy, elevate our spirits, and more often than not, we find ourselves smiling for no other reason than that something good and unexpected just occurred.

Although we are not as jubilant about embracing adversity, it too has a purpose that is well-defined and readily identified, especially in hindsight. Hardship, adversity, trials, and testing mold character, and once we’ve gone through it and come out the other side victorious, we are stronger for it, with a deeper faith in the God we serve.

Even at his low point, Job had the wherewithal to acknowledge that both good things and adversity come from the hand of God and, as such, must be received with equal aplomb. But that just can’t be! We’re told day in and day out that our expectations of God should extend no further than good things, pressed down, shaken together, all the time, without fail, whether we’re awake or sleeping. Otherwise, we’re lacking in faith or failed to make a seed offering to our preferred televangelist.

While the modern-day church needlessly complicates some things, it also oversimplifies others, to the point that the entirety of our spiritual man’s succor is boiled down to a handful of overused clichés or morning affirmations we’ve taken to repeating in the mirror. We wouldn’t want to burden people with deeper discussions about faithfulness, obedience, or perseverance. They’re busy people with busy lives, and if we insist they take an extra second to consider deeper truths, they’re likely to go to the church across the street that has an hour of praise of worship followed by a five-minute sermon about karma.

The shepherds have failed the sheep, the church has failed God, and what was to be an army marching through the land with healing in their hand and everlasting joy and gladness in their hearts has been reduced to a bunch of man-babies who whine and stomp their feet until someone comes along to shove a pacifier in their mouth, and tell them it’s all going to be fine, and their breakthrough is just an offering away.

You get what we have when there is a systemic failure to preach the Gospel in any given generation by those whose sole purpose and duty was to do just that. The whole counsel of God means even those things your flesh is uncomfortable with, even those areas that call for the mortification thereof, and the undeniable reality that the testing of one’s faith, whichever way it may manifest, is not something outside the realm of possibility, or even a probability, but a certainty.

When an entire generation has been conditioned to believe that only good things will abound and overflow in their lives once they’ve made a half-hearted commitment to call themselves spiritual, their immediate reaction to any adversity is to arch their eyebrows and back away slowly because it’s neither what they signed up for, nor what they were promised by the guy in the three-piece suit and the Rolex on his wrist.

Job did not react in the flesh. He did not shake his fists at the heavens or insist he didn’t deserve to go through the adversity he was currently going through; he didn’t get bitter, angry, or vindictive because his focus was exclusively on God, and he trusted in His sovereignty, the way a child trusts their mother or father. He did not doubt God’s goodness and mercy, nor did he charge Him with wrong.

We can dwell on our current situation or circumstance, and the more we do, the bigger the problem seems to get, or we can fix our gaze upon God and worship Him, fully confident that He knows the end from the beginning and has made a way of escape for us.

1 Corinthians 10:13, “No temptation has overtaken you except such as is common to man; but God is faithful, who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation will also make the way of escape that you may be able to bear it.”

Although when we think of temptation, we tend to associate it with a seduction of some kind, the broader definition of the word is the desire to do something wrong or unwise. Yes, wanting to eat that triple-layer chocolate cake in one sitting is a form of temptation, but so is the desire to question the authority of God. As far as the cake is concerned, it’s an easy fix: walk away. If you can’t walk away, throw it in the garbage. If it’s still tempting you while sitting in the garbage can, toss some wet coffee grounds on it, or if, perchance, you happen to have a child still in diapers, a dirty diaper draped across it should dissuade you from digging it out.

When it comes to resisting the temptation to grow bitter or resentful, it’s a bit more complicated because you can’t walk away from your feelings or what’s burdening your heart. The means of escape from such temptations requires deep, unyielding, and abiding faith in the God you serve because it’s your faith that will be the means of escape from spiraling into despondency and the nagging question of whether He is still with you or not.

Job knew that God was with him still, even as he sat on a heap of ashes, scratching at his boils with a potsherd. He knew the presence of God in the midst of his trial and was unshakeable in his resolve.

Avoiding the storm isn’t proof that God is with you. Knowing His abiding presence in the midst of the storm is. The storms of life are purposeful, whether to teach us dependence and reliance on Him or for the works of God to be revealed in them.

When Jesus noticed a man who had been blind from birth, his disciples wanted to know whether the man or his parents had sinned that he’d been born blind. Jesus answered, saying, “Neither this man nor his parents sinned, but that the works of God should be revealed in him.”

Not as simple as chanting, “Money cometh unto me now,” then again, few things in life are.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr. 

Job XLII

 If a stranger were to approach either of my daughters, insisting that they’d seen me kicking a puppy, they’d call him a liar to his face because they know my character. They wouldn’t even entertain the thought or ask for evidence; they would know offhand that it was a lie and that there was no further need for debate.

As true children of God, there is not a shadow of doubt regarding God’s love, goodness, mercy, and grace because we know the character of the God we serve just as readily as my daughters know mine. Our reaction to trials and hardships, testing and chastening, reveals the level to which we know God. If God is established in your heart, and you acknowledge Him in all your ways, come what may, you will not be moved or shaken. The valleys may be uncomfortable, even painful to the flesh, but your assurance that God is working all things together for good to those who are called according to His purpose will remain resolute.

When we do not know the nature of the God we serve or have a limited understanding of it, then we will interpret the goings on of life in the worst possible light, likely growing bitter and hardened in our hearts along the way.

My little one is not what anyone may call overly cautious. She’s happy and carefree, as children should be for as long as you can manage it, but sometimes, as a father who wants the best for his children and is ever aware of the dangers lurking everywhere, I have to step in and keep her from doing something that will hurt her.

My daughters have a youth Bible study session at church every Wednesday night. I’m usually the one to take them since I like to give my wife a couple of hours of free time when no one’s calling her name every fifteen seconds, and she can decompress. Although both of my daughters know that they should look both ways before crossing the street, the little one is not as cautious when it comes to walking through parking lots. We’d parked in the church parking lot, and before I could turn off the engine, the little one was already out the door. I rushed to catch up, seeing as she was getting ready to sprint to the church door, and as I caught up to her and put my hand on her shoulder to stop her progress, a car zipped by, perhaps two feet from where she was now standing since I’d stopped her momentum.

She didn’t bristle or argue; she just turned her head, and with big eyes, realizing what could have happened had I not stopped her in her tracks, she said, ‘Sorry, Daddy.” Then she took my hand, and we walked into church.

We must allow for the reality that God sees the future far clearer than we, creations with limited understanding, can. In truth, unless we are giving divine insight or some prophetic revelation, we cannot know what the future holds for us as individuals. We have hopes, and we work toward goals, but as far as achieving them or things turning out the way we’d imagined, they rarely do. When God stops our forward momentum, our progress, or takes our hand and steers us away from something we’d intended to pursue, it’s not because He’s being mean or doesn’t want us to have good things, but because He sees the impending danger, and the tragedy that would befall us had we continued on our way.

Some people think they know better than God, so they resist His guidance. They push on, even though His hand is upon them, insisting that they stand still. They pursue their goals even though they are not in harmony with God’s plan for their life, then turn around and blame Him when it comes to ruin, and all that they’d worked and labored for, slips through their fingers like so much ash.

The same goes for when our level of maturity is tested. For every spiritual lesson there is a corresponding exam, and only once we’ve passed the exam can we graduate to the next lesson. If we fail to study to show ourselves approved, we get held back, just as one would get held back in the first grade if he failed to learn the alphabet. Granted, spiritually speaking, some people are still in first grade after decades of failing to learn the most basic or elementary principles of Christ, but that’s on them and not on God.  

Have we learned what we were meant to learn, or did we go through the lesson without applying any of the wisdom to our daily lives? Are we changed for the better? Do we see the world and our place in it through a more spiritually-centered prism? Are we striving for and seeking after the things above and not the things of this earth?

The testing determines the truth of it, and as is often the case, what is on our lips and what is in our hearts are two wholly different things. You can’t cheat your way out of God’s testing or have someone else take the exam for you.

God’s purpose is your maturity, your sanctification, your walking in faith, and the authority rightly due to His children. The reason you have to grow in order to be entrusted with greater responsibility, a greater calling, or a greater gifting is the same reason you don’t let a toddler play with a loaded gun. You need to know the rules, go through safety training, and be mature enough in your understanding to know that there is power in what you’ve been given, and it’s not to be abused, misappropriated, misused, or treated lightly.

Job was a man whom God deemed worthy of testing. The testing of one’s faith ought not to be looked upon as a negative or something to be begged off but as something God deems us worthy of. It’s an honor, a promotion, an achievement, and not a punishment or demotion.

It’s a difficult, almost counterintuitive mind-shift to embrace, especially given all the ignorant voices equating God’s testing with His punishment or reproof. Shortly after being beaten for preaching a risen Christ, the apostles departed from the presence of the council of the Pharisees, rejoicing that they had been counted worthy to suffer shame for His name.

If you are being tested, it’s because God finds you worthy of testing. If you are being chastened, it’s because God loves you, He sees you as a son or daughter, and He chastens those He loves. It may be uncomfortable, disconcerting, even painful in the moment, but the end result will be more of God and less of you, which is the ultimate goal of every believer.

Romans 5:3-5, “And not only that, but we also glory in tribulations, knowing that tribulation produces perseverance; and perseverance, character, and character, hope. Now hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given to us.”

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr.  

Job XLI

 When God asked Satan if he’d considered His servant Job, Satan did not feign ignorance or insist he knew not of what God spoke. Not once, but on two occasions, we see that Satan is aware of those who cling to faith, who walk upright, and who serve God just as readily as he is about those who are his or those who pretend to be of the household of faith but are not.

If you are a true servant of God, then you have a target on your back. Satan is fully aware of your faithfulness, just as God is, but while one rejoices in your faithfulness, the other is scheming and plotting ways to shatter it and destroy it. Far too many believers are walking about today, not fully cognizant of the lengths to which the enemy of their soul will go in his attempts to stall their commitment to walking in the way or stifle the fire of their love for God.

Ignorance of the enemy and his devices will likely cause an individual to be taken by surprise when the attacks commence, especially if they’ve been sitting under teaching that does not allow for the possibility of being tested, tried, attacked, or targeted.

Awareness of our enemy and the plots he schemes is directly related to our spiritual maturity and understanding of the spiritual warfare in which we are bound to engage if we continue walking in faith and growing in God. Neither of my daughters was naturally aware that fire was dangerous when they were babies. They had to be told not to touch a hot stove or a hot skillet, and when they’d ask the inevitable why, either their mother or myself would sit down and explain it to them. Fire burns. It doesn’t matter whether or not you are aware of its effects, and it does not spare someone who stuck their hand in it out of ignorance. Having to contend with scars for the rest of your life is a high price to pay in order to learn that fire is not to be played with, but some individuals are unwilling to learn from the mistakes of others and have to prove it to themselves.

Mature believers, especially those in leadership, such as elders or pastors, have the duty to warn those who are babes in Christ of the dangers the enemy poses and instruct them to guard their hearts against his devices. Not doing so is not an oversight but a failure of their spiritual duty toward the body of Christ, and something that will not go unnoticed by God.

We act as though we’re trying to sell a timeshare when preaching Christ, as though we have to trick people into signing on the dotted line and becoming active members of something that would otherwise not be worth it were it not for the prettied-up presentation. We feel as though we need to add extra value to what is already the best, most generous offer we will run across in a thousand lifetimes, thinking that we are doing God a favor or that we’re the ones nudging the individual toward a commitment of some kind.

Faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the Word of God. Anything other than the Word of God may produce an emotional reaction, a temporary sense of remorse or regret of some kind, but it will not produce faith because faith can only come by hearing the Word. True conversion in Western nations is rarer than one might imagine for the simple fact that what is being preached from the pulpit today is not the Word of God, but the words of men made up to look like the Word of God, spoken with enough inflection and pregnant pauses that the newly initiated, or the outright ignorant can’t tell the difference between the two.

Although I’ve made this point repeatedly, some might even say excessively, I will make it anew: You must study to show yourself approved! You can’t outsource your knowledge of God’s word to another; you can’t hire an assistant to do it for you; it can’t be transferred to your heart via telekinesis or telepathy. You must sit with the word of God, read it, contemplate it, meditate upon it, let it feed you, take root in your heart, and nourish your faith.

Brother, tell me what I need to do to grow in God and deepen my faith. Read His word, pray, and spend time with Him. But I’m looking for a shortcut, something that won’t take up so much of my time. Isn’t there another way? No, there isn’t, and anyone who tells you differently is lying to you and, at some point in the future, will try to sell you some magic beans or a genie in a bottle.

It’s easy to focus solely on Job’s travails. All things being equal, it’s hard to look away. It’s like driving by a recent car crash on the other side of the road. You slow down, take a long look, make sure someone is there to help already, then close your eyes, breathe a sigh, and thank God it wasn’t you being extricated from a pile of twisted metal with the jaws of life.

We shouldn’t discount what Job suffered, but at the same time, as believers, we must focus on the perseverance of his faith and submission to God in all things far more readily than we would the loss of all things or the painful boils covering him from head to toe. Job’s reaction to all that befell him is a master class in placing one’s faith and trust in God and being unshakeable when it comes to the knowledge of His character. In order to endure what Job endured and come through it with your integrity intact, you must know the God you serve intimately and personally. Job hadn’t heard about God; he knew God. He hadn’t watched others worship Him; Job worshiped Him.

There is a tendency in our modern age to put men up on pedestals and think them spiritually superior, and there are plenty who take advantage of this esteem and make merchandise of those who see them with starry eyes and fluttering hearts. They lean into it and project an air of spirituality that they do not possess, doing such impeccable acting as to be worthy of an Oscar. As for the sheep, they come to believe that by giving a few shekels to someone whom they deem close to God, they themselves draw closer to God, not understanding that the only way to grow in God is to do it themselves.

You are not made righteous by another’s righteousness. You are not sanctified because someone you know or esteem is so. You’re not spiritually mature because you sit under the teaching of someone who is. There are no shortcuts, no cheat sheets, no mantras, no secret pathways, just a daily fellowship with God, spending time with Him, growing in Him, and learning to trust Him in all things. That’s how we get from where we are to having faith like Job. What many fail to understand is that such a faith isn’t optional for the believer but necessary in the days ahead.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr. 

Job XL

Specialists in the area of breaking the human will have concluded that everyone has a breaking point. You can’t hold out indefinitely. Eventually, the pain becomes too much, the privation too intense, and something snaps. You relent. You give in. You tell the interrogator what he wants to know, and some besides just to make it stop. This is by no means a new revelation. It’s been common knowledge among those whose profession is to hurt others in varied and ever-crueler ways for a very long time. This is why the fortitude, perseverance, tenacity, and grit of the Christians baffled the Communists so. They were supposed to relent, they were supposed to break, they were supposed to give up the ghost and tell their torturers what they wanted to hear, yet they didn’t.

For many, it was a long road to martyrdom, nothing so swift as a guillotine or a bullet to the back of the head because they had information their persecutors needed in order to ferret out their brothers and sisters in Christ and stamp out this obstinate resistance to the system. It’s how they viewed believers, not because they were overtly political or partisan, but because their hope in Christ eliminated the need to be dependent on the current power structure, and that, in turn, weakened their control over them.

What those who doled out merciless pain didn’t understand is that those they were persecuting had hope and faith in the God they served. Those were the unquantifiable factors that allowed common men to endure uncommon hardships, all the while deepening their bond of love and devotion with the God they served. They understood that whatever hardship they had to endure was temporary. The pain, the tears, the cold, the hunger, the dehumanization rituals that were a favorite of the old regime couldn’t last forever.

Sometime in the 1950s, an experiment was conducted by a professor at Johns Hopkins that attempted to quantify the power of hope. The professor’s name was Curt Richter, and he used rats for his experiment. He took a group of rats, put them in water, and timed how long it took them to drown. I know, cruel, perhaps needlessly so, but bear with me.

Then he took another group of rats, put them in water, and just as they were about to drown, pulled them out. He allowed them to rest, then put them back in the water, and to his surprise, the rats that had been saved, having returned to the water, swam for far longer than those who had never known the hope of being plucked from the water and jubilation of being saved.

Believers endure and persevere because they have faith and hope in the God who saved them. They know what it is to be on the brink of death, drowning in sin, and to be plucked from the depths by His loving hand. We go on when others give up, and we endure when others surrender because we know our hope is not misplaced and our faith is not without substance. Our prior experience of having been given life through the sacrifice of Christ on the cross solidifies our hope and faith that God is able, He will make a way, and He can do the impossible.

No matter how violent the storm or how strong the waves buffeting us, our attitude must always be one of trust and full assurance in the God we serve. God is in control. It is a sentiment that has been echoed by every true servant throughout the ages whenever faced with circumstances deemed impossible by others.

We can’t get around the reality that faith involves putting yourself at risk by acting on what you have confidence in. When Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego stood before an enraged Nebuchadnezzar, they had confidence that their God was able to preserve them, keep them, and save them. Whether He would or not was another matter entirely, but they’d made their peace that whether God saved them or they succumbed to the flames, He was still God, and they would remain faithful.

The only assurance they had was that God was God, and He would continue to remain God even after the events that would transpire, whether He chose to keep them from becoming human torches or supernaturally spare their lives. Their faith in God’s omnipotence was unwavering even though they stood before a king and his assembled acolytes, with the flames of a raging furnace within view.

It’s one thing to be threatened with some future, potential punishment; it’s another to watch the fire and know that the man threatening to cast you in it has both the power, authority, and inclination to do so. It wasn’t hypothetical; it was actual, factual, and real. They did not doubt Nebuchadnezzar’s resolve; they trusted in the power of the God they served.

You can’t quantify faith and hope. You can’t bottle them up and sell them, and acquiring them requires a lifelong commitment to obeying the will and Word of God in all things. Faith and hope begin as infants, and with diligent nurture and attention, they grow to maturation, just like a child would.

When we begin the journey, we have faith in the little things because our faith is small. It is alive, a substantive thing, and we can feel it in our hearts, but the more we exercise it, stretch it, feed it, and lean on it, the more it grows. As your faith grows, you learn to walk in it with ever greater boldness, looking back on the road you traveled and seeing the countless times it kept you surefooted and upright.

By the time Job’s trial came his faith in God had fully matured. He’d served God, worshiped Him, and fellowshipped with Him for many years before Satan asked to sift him, and we know this because, by the time of his testing, he already had ten fully grown children living on their own. Satan was as befuddled as the torturers of the old regime as to why this man’s faith held strong, and he did not waiver because even though the demons believe and tremble, they cannot possess salvific faith.

It’s easy to conflate belief and faith, but they are not the same. Faith involves reliance and trust. Faith endures in the face of trial and doubt. Belief, on the other hand, is something we take to be true. You may believe you can walk on water, but Peter had the faith to step from the shore and walk toward Jesus upon the waves. That’s what faith does. It keeps you pressing onward even when your sense of self-preservation and all available physical evidence is screaming that you should turn around. Faith takes us from the realm of the impossible to that of all things being possible with God.

Jude 20-21, “But you, beloved, building yourselves up on your most holy faith, praying in the Holy Spirit, keep yourselves in the love of God, looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ unto eternal life.”

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr.  

Job XXXIX

 Although I will not set out to answer such impossible questions as to which came first, the chicken or the egg, there is something that stood out in the life of Job that is an indispensable lesson for every believer and something that should quell the back and forth between the camps that have formed within the church, who tragically spend more time at each other’s throats than preaching a risen, glorified Christ.

Job’s goal and purpose were never to be an upright and blameless man. The desire of Job’s heart was to serve God, worship Him, and walk in the fear of the Lord. Blamelessness and uprightness are naturally occurring virtues in the lives and hearts of those who seek to know God and worship Him. The beginning of every journey must have a destination in mind. Otherwise, we are but vagabonds going to and fro on the highways and byways of life without purpose or vision.

When we begin our journey of faith, our goal isn’t a better version of the old man but a reborn, transformed, new creation that naturally gravitates toward the good, the noble, and the light. It’s not the old thing, prettied up and made to look like a new thing; it’s actually a whole new thing. Because our minds have been renewed, and our old desires have been replaced with the new, we don’t have to force ourselves to spend time in God’s presence, read His word, serve Him, or glorify Him. These things are not looked upon as chores or tasks we would rather someone else perform in our stead but as the pinnacle of our day and the one thing we’re most excited to do upon waking. The best part of waking up isn’t Folgers in your cup; it’s getting to spend time with Jesus and have fellowship with Him.

Easy for you to say you’ve got the extra time. As I type these words, it is 3:17 AM, and I’ve been up for a solid hour already, just spending time with God and reading a few verses out of Romans. Is my point that I’m more spiritual than you? Hardly. My point is that every morning, I forfeit a couple of hours of extra sleep just to have the quiet time with God because I prioritize that experience over a bit of extra slumber. If you can’t seem to find time for God on a given day, you’re not trying hard enough. Either that or He isn’t as high on your list of priorities as you might think.

Because we want to instill values, morals, a solid work ethic, and personal accountability in our daughters, my wife and I have come up with a list of family contributions for which every member of the family is responsible. Whether it’s emptying the dishwasher, setting the table, vacuuming, taking out the trash, doing laundry, or folding clothes, each of us has a daily task that needs to be completed. To see my daughters’ faces when it comes time to do their family contribution, one would think they’re starting their twelve-hour shift at the iPhone factory and not taking two minutes to put some plates away. Many believers have the same attitude when it comes to spending time with God, in His presence, or in His word.

If we use every excuse under the sun not to spend time with God and worship Him, if we find ever more inventive reasons not to take the time to read and meditate on His word, then I think it’s fair to ask whether we are aware that the heaven we’re so eager to go to is God’s habitation, and He will be there in perpetuity.

If you set out to be a ‘good person’ rather than know God, you’ve lived a wasted life, and your goodness, however noble in the eyes of your contemporaries, will be as filthy rags when you stand before the Creator of all that is.

If, however, you set out to be wholly committed to the way and cling to God and His grace no matter what may be going on around you, the transformation into a blameless and upright man will occur without you having to force it, dwell on it, or squint your eyes and hold your breath until it occurs.

The presence of God compels transformation. Some men are quick to denounce it as works salvation, but it’s God transforming you, not you transforming yourself. The only thing incumbent upon you as an individual is to not resist the potter as he molds the clay that is you. It’s hard for us to wrap our minds around the fact that we don’t get to choose the shape we’re molded into, nor do we get to choose what we are filled with once the molding and firing is complete.

The notion that we can make demands of God both in terms of what we want to end up as and what gifting we want to receive from His hand is a fairy tale opportunists tell gullible people to try and get them to buy their course on unlocking their prophetic superpowers.

Yes, we are to desire spiritual gifts, especially that we prophesy but it doesn’t mean that we’ll get what we want. We get what God deems as necessary for the body, whether that’s prophesy, wisdom, healing, knowledge, tongues, discernment, or interpretation of tongues.

I did not choose the area of ministry I would serve in; I just chose to serve. I would have been just as happy rubbing Pine-Sol into the pews of an old country church if I knew I was where God wanted me to be. When your singular purpose and desire is to serve God, when He is firmly established on the throne of your heart, then everything else comes into focus. All the baggage, all the aspirations, all the plans and planning fall by the wayside, and the only thing that remains in perpetuity is daily following after Him.

For those who are still trying to build a ministry, a church, or a reputation on their own, the most liberating feeling you will ever experience is surrendering it to God, leaving it in His care, and putting your hand to the plow wherever He puts you in His harvest field.

There were no underhanded schemes, feigned worship to achieve some goal down the line, or lip service as far as Job’s commitment to God and His sovereignty are concerned. He was authentically worshipful and desirous of the presence of God in his life and prioritized these things above all else.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr.  

Job XXXVIII

 The devil is shameless. Even when he knows he’s been beaten, even when he knows he’s lost, he doubles down and continues with his machinations in the hope that he can sway the faithful and bring them harm. Empathy is as foreign to him as algebra is to a pet hamster, and he does not seek to tamp down his hatred of God’s people. When it suits him, he will attempt to mask it, hide it, or slip a sheep mask over his wolf snout, but as far as wanting to change, there is no desire for such things.

Satan pulled no punches when it came to Job, yet through it all, Job did not sin with his lips. Pressure reveals the true character of a man. When he gets blindsided, what’s in his heart flows forth from his lips. We’ve all seen exchanges between people who seem affable and cool as cucumbers get needled to the point of letting their mask slip, then the claws come out in quick fashion, and the things that come out of their mouth are wholly antithetical to the image they tried to project. Job did not sin with his lips because he had God in his heart. It is a lesson well worth learning, given that we see the tailspins some individuals go into and the things they say they later apologize for but, in the heat of the moment, fail to control.

Job was at his most vulnerable. He was likely still processing all that had happened to him, mourning, grieving, dealing with the pain of his boils, then his wife all but calls him a fool for holding on to his integrity and suggesting he’d be better off dead.

It is said you can only push a man so far. In Job’s case, he could be pushed no further. Satan had been commanded to spare his life, and this was the only reason Job was still breathing, but as far as living, far from it. Being alive and living are two different things. You’re technically alive if you’re drawing breath, but if you’re laying on a pile of ashes, pain wracking your body, it’s more akin to surviving than living. It’s a hard thing to imagine, going from being the greatest of all the people of the East one day, then sitting on an ash pile scratching at your boils with a potsherd the next, with your wife being used by the enemy to encourage you to pack it in, curse God, and die.

This is the sort of pressure that turns coals into diamonds, the type of pressure about which stories are told, and the men who persevere through it are seen as heroes of the faith and examples worthy of emulating.

Comfort and ease of life make men soft and given enough time, living a life of ease tends to make one forget that trials, tribulations, and hardships are only a breath away. When the sun is shining, we tend not to appreciate the value of a life vest, but come the storm and the battering waves, come the howling winds and the sheeting rain, we’re quick to strap it on, tighten the fasteners, and prepare for the worst.

Analogously speaking, some have had it so good for so long, and their life preservers have been out of mind for so many years that they failed to notice they’d gotten moldy and rotten, and when they reach for them, they crumble between their fingers. Most men remember God in their times of hardship, but up until that point, they’ve ignored their relationship with Him for so long that when they need Him, they discover He has become little more than a stranger or a long-forgotten acquaintance.

The authenticity of our relationship with God is readily discerned when we hold fast to Him, serve Him, and worship Him during our season of plenty as readily and wholeheartedly as we do in our time of distress. When men run to God only when they need something from Him, it denotes an underlying lukewarmness and an underhanded usury, wherein they don’t spare Him a second thought until they need Him to intervene on some matter or another.

God is beyond being deceived by situational affection. I love you, Lord, now fix this problem for me. But where were you when there were no problems in sight? Where were you when all was well, things were running smoothly, and the focus of your existence was yourself?

You can’t fake loyalty and faithfulness to God. He sees through the charade readily enough. He sees all that resides within the hearts of men, whether true love or duplicity, obedience or feigned allegiance, and nothing is hidden from Him.

The intent of the heart matters. It’s the reason God called David a man after His own heart, even though he was flawed in many ways. David was not a perfect man, far from it. Unlike Job, God never looked upon David and deemed him blameless and upright. However, through all of his ups and downs, David’s singular desire remained to be pleasing in the sight of the Lord and to have a genuine and reciprocal relationship with Him. When David sinned, he repented. When God called him out on his failures, David did not deny it or try to justify it but humbled himself in the sight of the Lord and felt genuine remorse for what he’d done.  

The Word of God serves as both His love letter to mankind as well as an instruction manual for His creation. We have both positive and negative examples, virtues and practices we should strive for, and flaws and shortcomings we should avoid and steer clear of. We have the benefit of aggregate wisdom spanning thousands of years in a handy volume we can carry anywhere and read at any time. It is a grace most don’t appreciate and do not avail themselves of except superficially, taking little account of all the sacrifices made throughout the centuries so that they could possess that book that’s been gathering dust on a side table for months without once being cracked open.

When it stands before God, one day, this generation will be without excuse. Especially those who have lived in freedom to the point that they’ve abused it, taken it for granted, and begun to pine for the shackles others bled and died to be free of. God doesn’t judge on a curve. He judges according to His standard, which is immutable.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr. 

Aftermath

 I’ve never been happier to be wrong. It’s like thinking you’re having a heart attack, and all it was is indigestion from the slice of gas station pizza you scarfed down because you hadn’t eaten in a day, and your stomach was starting to sound like one of the brass bands that frequent the French Quarter in New Orleans on Sundays.

For those thinking it’s over and blue skies paint the horizon as far as the eye can see, not even close, but at least we won’t have to hear that Rachel Lavine is a brave and beautiful woman or that pronouns trump accomplishments, that gender outweighs ability, or that the way to a glorious future is the indiscriminate murder of the unborn, at least not for a little while.

Evidently, enough people showed up, hoping against hope, that their vote mattered, wherein they beat the spread. It’s not as though they didn’t try their hardest, but you could only do so much with what you’ve been handed, and a guy on crutches with a torn Achilles can’t be expected to be the deciding factor in a soccer game.

Jaded as the following may sound, there are still seventy-five days until inauguration day, and a lot can happen between now and then. The game has now shifted into overdrive. Those currently in power understand the existential threat the current projected winner of the 2024 presidential elections and the rogue's gallery of competent, accomplished, and motivated individuals he’s surrounded himself with this time around pose to permanent Washington and the deep-seated animus they have toward the unelected bureaucrats ruling and pulling strings from the shadows.

They are now backed into a corner with nothing left to lose, and the thought of what’s best for the country is the farthest thing from their mind. Havoc and chaos are two words that come to mind when I think about the next two and a half months, and once again, I hope from the depths of my heart that I am wrong.

Unlike many this morning, I am not in a celebratory mood; I’m just breathing a sigh of relief, being cautiously optimistic about being given a little more time to do what I’ve been called to do and not have to hand out charcoal pills to my girls every morning before they enjoy their squirrel ragout. A thing delayed is not a thing denied. A thing forestalled is just that. It has been put off but not reversed.

Band-aids on bullet wounds may staunch the bleeding for a while, but you still need to contend with the wound itself. There are no easy fixes, no magic wands, or other levers anyone can pull that will fix what’s been broken for decades on end. Spiritual problems cannot be fixed politically, no matter who’s in charge, but as I’ve stated before, being left alone to serve God and raise my children is enough of an incentive for me. That I won’t have someone with pink hair and a septum piercing knocking at my door asking why I’m not flying the rainbow flag, that transgender ideology won’t be mandated in my daughters’ school curriculum, or that the local burger joint won’t be offering a free abortion with the purchase of a happy meal, is a good thing. That’s as far as my expectations extend, and anything beyond that is a boon.

Globalism may have lost this battle, but those in the shadows are still fully intent on fighting the war to the last. For those who insist this election was inconsequential, look at the reactions of those pushing various depraved agendas over the next few weeks, and you’ll understand that it wasn’t.

We will resume our study of Job shortly. With this new wrinkle, we may still be around long enough to finish it. In all things, God’s will be done, and to Him be the glory.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr.