Job CCCXXXIII

 Job 40:1-6, “Moreover the Lord answered Job, and said: ‘Shall the one who contends with the Almighty correct Him? He who rebukes God, let him answer it.’ Then Job answered the Lord and said: ‘Behold, I am vile; what shall I answer You? I lay my hand over my mouth. Once I have spoken, but I will not answer; yes, twice, but I will proceed no further.’”

How does a man that God described as blameless and upright react upon hearing the voice of God addressing him personally? Whether it’s Job or Isaiah, when contrasted with the holiness of God, one saw himself as vile; the other insisted he was a man of unclean lips, a man undone by the presence of the One he served.

Even though both men had served God faithfully for years, even though their hearts were pure in the sight of God, and He saw them as true servants, the moment God made His presence known, they saw themselves in the light of His righteousness and couldn’t help but conclude that there was no comparison.

There was no familiarity; nobody in the Bible attempted to high-five God, braid His beard, sit on His throne, or challenge Him to a game of backgammon. The holiness and omnipotence of God demanded the humbling of one’s very being, because they understood who was addressing them, whose voice they had heard, and faithful as they were, blameless and upright as they were, the magnitude of God’s holiness brought them low.

One of the reasons I am ever skeptical of individuals who claim to have wandered the halls of heaven and shared a rainbow sherbet with God is the utter lack of holy reverence, holy fear, and holy awe. Are you telling me there was no reaction similar to Job or Isaiah as you stood before the Almighty? You got to look into His eyes while Moses had to turn his back, for as God said, “no man shall see Me and live?”

What you are inferring is that you exceed the uprightness of Job, Isaiah, and Moses put together, and that you are the singular exception in the history of mankind given that God went back on His own word and allowed you to not only see Him face to face, but sit on His lap, toy with His beard, and have a familiarity with Him that none other claimed to have.

If that’s the claim you’re making, just come out and say it. Don’t be coy; don’t allow others to draw that conclusion based on your insinuations, then when called on the carpet for the claims you made, obfuscate and act demure, insisting that you never said those things yourself; people just assumed them.

You’re attempting to play games with a God who doesn’t. You’re attempting to elevate your status by claiming things you’ve never experienced, speaking words God has never spoken, and appropriating authority that was never yours to appropriate.

Perhaps the best course of action would be to imitate Job, lay your hand over your mouth, and be silent. It is a profound thing to consider and contemplate: the one man that God deemed blameless and upright in his generation saw himself as vile in the light of God’s presence, His voice, and His holiness.

It’s only on extremely rare occasions that men see themselves as less rather than more of what they truly are. Whether it’s more faithful, wise, knowledgeable, or righteous, men usually round up rather than round down. The see themselves in a more positive light than objectively deserved, then in what soon becomes an endless loop of self-aggrandizement, they use that positive assessment of themselves to elevate their status in their own minds, excusing behaviors otherwise looked down upon and condemned by the Word, because if God deemed it so bad they wouldn’t see themselves as being so righteous, take one step further away from truth and light, and the cycle begins anew again.

Was Job truly vile? Had Elihu and Job’s three friends been right all along? Was his love for God just a pretense? Was he putting on airs for the sake of saving face? In light of how God viewed him, and being told that Job never sinned with his lips, it’s unlikely, but that’s how he saw himself in the moment when God addressed him. That’s how he viewed all that he had done, because it wasn’t man striving for God any longer, but God striving with man.

God had thrown down the gauntlet, addressed Job specifically, and the only response Job had to hand was to say, “Behold, I am vile; what shall I answer you?” Then immediately he laid his hand over his mouth.

Those who fault God, who insist that He has treated them unfairly, that He fell short of righteous judgment regarding some issue or another, would have the wind knocked out of their sail in an instant if God were to turn their gaze upon them and ask that they substantiate their claims.

Feelings and facts are distinctly different and separate from each other. They are not interchangeable, nor can you claim something is fact when it is a feeling. Conversely, you cannot accuse someone of being emotional, or reacting based on feelings when facts have been presented to them, and they are unwilling to contend with the matter with objective intellectual honesty.

Job knew two things at this point: first, that God had addressed him personally, and second, in light of His holiness, the only thing he could say was, “Behold, I am vile; what shall I answer You?”

In the end, Job was just a man. Blameless and upright he might have been, diligently fearing the Lord and shunning evil, but he was flesh and bone, sinew and blood, now having the God of the universe addressing him, with the light of God’s holiness making any measure of it Job may have achieved seem vile in comparison.

No man can stand before God in his own righteousness. No man can insist that by their merit, their labors, their adherence to a particular set of practices, they have no need of the atoning, redemptive blood of Jesus to wash them and make them clean. All fall short of the glory of God, and though he was singularly blameless and upright in his generation, so did Job. Now all he could do was humble himself in the sight of the Lord, with sincerity of heart and purpose, understanding that God owed him no answers, but in His love He would nevertheless provide them.    

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr. 

Job CCCXXXII

 Job 39:26-30, “Does the hawk fly by your wisdom, and spread its wings toward the south? Does the eagle mount up at your command, and make its nest on high? On the rock it dwells and resides, on the crag of the rock and the stronghold. From there it spies out the prey; its eyes observe from afar. Its young ones suck up blood; and where the slain are, there it is.”

Were God addressing any one of a multitude of self-appointed modern-day prophets, by now they would have attempted to interrupt him at least a dozen times, shoehorning their opinions, attempting to highlight their own perceived wisdom, or even contradicting He who is eternal, Almighty, creator of all that is, without beginning or end.

Self-importance is a disease that is spreading like an out-of-control brushfire within the household of faith, and the damage it has wrought is unquantifiable. It doesn’t matter that those who suffer from this malady are proven wrong time and time again. Whenever the current topic du jour runs its course, and they realize they’re out of runway, they pivot to another just as irrelevant, tertiary, and pointless as the one before.

Oddly enough, they never get around to talking about Jesus, the existential need of Him, the sacrifice He made upon the cross, or that no man can come to the Father but by Him. Up until a couple of weeks ago, the alien disclosure was the thing everyone was talking about, not realizing it was a way of marketing a movie that ended up bombing at the box office anyway, but you couldn’t go anywhere without hearing the anxiety in people’s voices when discussing what it was they were ready to reveal to the world.

The hubristic among the godless even went so far as to gleefully insist that what they’ve got cooking would destroy the faith of countless Christians, put an end to Christianity itself, and upturn the world and what it considered the norm. That only goes to show how little they understand of faith. What was meant to be a bonfire was less than a fizzle, and since the silence must be filled with something, anything, no matter how inane or ridiculous, they jumped onto the next bandwagon, the next thing, that new and fresh take on an old idea that has been around for centuries.

Meanwhile, God is still on the throne; He is still in control, and He looks upon the machinations of men not with dread or a sense of foreboding, but with mockery and derision.

Psalm 2:1-4, “Why do the nations rage, and the people plot a vain thing? The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the Lord and against His Anointed, saying, ‘Let us break their bonds in pieces and cast away Their cords from us.’ He who sits in the heavens shall laugh; the Lord shall hold them in derision.’”

If I had a dollar for every time someone insisted that they would drive a death nail into the heart of Christianity, I’d have a lot of dollars. The only instance I can think of where I would have more dollars still is if I had a dollar for every time someone predicted the date of the rapture that came and went only to be replaced by another date in the not-so-distant future.

Men have always plotted and schemed to find ways of casting away the existence of God, because while He remains, they cannot replace Him. Technology has gotten better, but the root of their desire remains the same: to be like God. From the onset, when there were only two walking in the garden, and no other human existed on the face of the earth, that was the offer, the temptation, the lure, enticement, and appeal: the day you eat of it you will be like God!

God only said you shouldn’t eat of the tree because He doesn’t want the competition. It’s selfish of Him to withhold the knowledge of good and evil, blessing and calamity from you, isn’t it? All it takes is one act of disobedience, one act of rebellion, for you to be on equal footing with Him, then you won’t have to submit to His will, you won’t have to submit to His purpose, you won’t have to submit to His sovereignty; you can do as you will, and He won’t be able to do a thing about it.

People can think themselves little gods until the One True God steps in and makes His voice heard above the roar of the thundering waves. He doesn’t have to shout; He doesn’t have to ball up His fists and get red in the face, because His whisper holds the authority of infinite power, and it’s no hard thing for Him to prove to the stiff-necked and proud that they are not what they claim to be.

Humble yourself in the sight of the Lord. That’s the first rule of living a life of peace, joy, and fulfillment. Notice that I did not say abundance and prosperity, because those rarely bring you peace, joy, or fulfillment. More often than not, the more men have, the more they want, endlessly churning themselves into a lather on the hamster wheel until their heart gives out and they fall off, only to be replaced by another who’s fallen into the snare of believing that this is where joy is found.

Men demand respect, reverence, and awe; they demand that you defer to their wisdom or the way they see things, but God deserves and is worthy of these things by the nature of who He is and all that He has done.

God’s not asking for something He does not deserve or isn’t owed. From commanding the morning and causing the dawn to know its place, to dividing a channel for the overflowing water, to causing the tender grass to grow, to binding the cluster of the Pleiades, or loosening the belt of Orion, to the ostrich, the horse, the hawk, and man himself, God spoke all into being, and governs them by His mighty hand.

He is worthy! He is worthy of all praise, all honor, all glory, and worship. He is worthy of our obedience, faithfulness, and service. When one is worthy, it means they merit the recognition assigned to them; they have earned it, and not simply implied that they have. He is worthy and none other, no matter how many might claim otherwise.     

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr. 

Job CCCXXXI

 Job 39:19-25, “Have you given the horse strength? Have you clothed his neck with thunder? Can you frighten him like a locust? His majestic snorting strikes terror. He paws in the valley and rejoices in his strength; he gallops into the clash of arms. He mocks at fear and is not frightened; nor does he turn back from the sword. The quiver rattles against him, the glittering spear and javelin. He devours the distance with fierceness and rage; nor does he come to a halt because the trumpet has sounded. At the blast of the trumpet he says, ‘Aha!’ He smells the battle from afar, the thunder of captains and shouting.”

I am not given to equestrian endeavors. I like being on things that can’t buck me off if they get a mind to, like a comfy couch or the beat-up chair in the corner of our den from where I do most of my writing. Even so, it is undeniable that horses are beautiful beasts, majestic creatures, and that’s before realizing how many different breeds there are, and how much they differ in both temperament, size, and purpose.

God did not pick the horse at random when speaking of the nuance of His creation. There is a purpose in it, as there is a purpose in all God says and does, even if we fail to see it or glean the underlying lesson in what He is attempting to convey.

Even someone as admittedly ignorant as myself when it comes to horses in general knows enough to know that, unlike the stork or the ostrich, there are countless variations and breeds of horses. You’ve got Arabians, Appaloosas, Clydesdales, Mustangs, Andalusians, Holsteiners, Palfreys, thoroughbreds, Coursers, and destriers, just to name a few, each with its specific temperament and size.

In the olden days, a good war horse could mean the difference between life and death, victory or defeat, because if the horse is skittish, reticent, or unwilling to go where its rider is guiding it, it will end up either running away from the battle or in the midst of a mêlée the rider never intended to be in.

God drills down and focuses on what one might readily call a warhorse. He focuses on the warhorse’s attributes, different from other breeds and types, attempting to highlight the finite, granular detail in the difference between them and other breeds like Shetland ponies or miniature horses.

I have a friend who, for some unexplained reason, decided having a miniature pony was a good decision. I’ve never seen a more skittish animal in my life. It would jump at its own shadow, and if ever a squirrel decided to square up to him, he would run into the barn as if his tail was on fire. Had someone decided to ride the tiny trotter into battle, they would have been laughed off the battlefield, because the first lesson we must learn from this discourse into what makes for a good warhorse is to pick the right tool for the job, whether that’s a screwdriver, a socket wrench, a saw, a hammer, or the right type of horse.

It doesn’t matter how expensive your socket wrench set was if what you need at that moment is to hammer in a nail. Likewise, a miniature pony might be fun to look at and let the neighbor kids ride once in a while, but it wasn’t bred for war, no matter how fearsome you try to make it look.

The second lesson that, for some, is hard learned is that more often than not, we learn to appreciate the true value of something only once it's gone and no longer within reach. In his famous last words, Richard III cried aloud, “A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse!” only after he’d been knocked off his destrier was he forced to fight on foot.

Just because you’ve had the freedom to worship, fellowship, gather, and openly declare your faith for as long as you can remember doesn’t guarantee it will always be this way. Just because you could get a free Bible upon request from most churches, and in a pinch request one from the Gideons, it doesn’t guarantee it will always be as readily accessible. Value the things you take for granted before they are gone, and redeem the time you have in availing yourself of them with the enthusiasm that comes with knowing what they are truly worth.

The warriors of old had an unbreakable bond with their mounts because they understood their value. They cared for their horses, made sure they were well shod, well fed, well groomed, and cared for, because they understood that at some point they would need to depend on their mounts to press on when others would not, mock at fear, and not turn back from the sword.

History tells us that men of unequaled bravery whose lives were spent in war and on the battlefield wept openly when their horses were felled, because to them their warhorse was more than an animal used in service of a purpose, but a companion and friend.

That a warhorse gallops into the clash of arms, that he does not come to a halt because the trumpet has sounded, or that he is not frightened nor turns back from the sword is not a happy accident. There are no such things as happy accidents. God makes it clear that this fierceness and fearlessness were ingrained in their nature from creation, and like all things, it was done purposefully and for a purpose.

Again, the question begs to be asked and answered: if God took such painstaking details into account when it comes to the horse, what makes you think for one second He doesn’t have your situation well in hand? If He meticulously designed and crafted a horse for battle, making it different in temperament and disposition from the placid, timid horses that just want a carrot, what makes you think He is less engaged or aware of your need or pain?

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr.  

Job CCCXXX

 Job 39:13-18, “The wings of the ostrich wave proudly, but are her wings and pinions like the kindly stork’s? For she leaves her eggs on the ground, and warms them in the dust; she forgets that a foot may crush them, or that a wild beast may break them. She treats her young harshly, as though they were not hers; her labor is in vain, without concern, because God deprived her of wisdom, and did not endow her with understanding. When she lifts herself on high, she scorns the horse and its rider.”

If you ever run across a Swiss timepiece, an Italian suit, or a German car, your rightful expectation is that they are impeccably crafted, made of the best materials, and as such highly sought after and coveted. When you drill down even further, you have the premier specialists in a general field that are sought after even more, especially when it comes to art, whether watercolor, oil paints, acrylics, or everything in between.

One’s reaction is different if they chance upon a long-lost Picasso than if they discovered a Roberto original, even though they were of the same generation, applied themselves, and put brush to canvas. Who’s Roberto? Exactly! No clue. I’m sure there was a guy named Roberto in the 1900s who tried just as hard as Pablo Picasso to create masterpieces on canvas, but while one succeeded, the other is long forgotten, with little to no value placed on his creations.

Who the artist is matters more than anything. There have been hand-etched pencil drawings on napkins that fetched more than all of the imaginary Roberto’s works put together, just because a specific artist signed them.

Everything we behold with our eyes and can touch with our fingers, whether the grass, the trees, or the ostrich, was created by the Master Craftsman, the Master Artist, and His signature is on it all, including mankind.

Granted, I wouldn’t go around trying to pet an ostrich; they tend to spit at people, but countless other animals lend themselves to being petted, if you are so inclined.

It’s not subtle. It’s not vague. God did not hide His fingerprints, nor was He working from the shadows. There is no uncertainty as to who created all that exists, because the Word makes it clear that it was God. Even the little things we can’t notice, the things that are not readily perceived, like the difference between how an ostrich and a stork flap their wings, were meticulously taken into account.

What we have in this monologue, which spans two chapters in the book of Job, is nothing less than the Artist explaining His work, His intention behind it, and the subtle brushstrokes that would have gone unnoticed by a cursory or superficial glance. We can either take God at His word and see creation through His eyes, as He explains it, or take the word of self-appointed critics who had no hand in creating the masterpiece that is the world that surrounds us, as they try to blunder their way through attempting to convince us that it was all serendipity, a happy accident that brought everything together and knitted it perfectly.

If you’ve ever seen a critic try to explain a work of art, then later chance upon an interview with the artist explaining his motivation and what his art means, you’ve likely concluded that critics are full of hot air, unanimously self-important and self-aggrandizing, and most often less intelligent than they think themselves to be.

While the critic can go on for an hour explaining how the painting of a man sitting in a rowboat adrift on a lake has profound undercurrents of desperation, and speaks to the soul’s endless search for meaning, when asked what the piece means to him, the artist will likely say that he was walking by a lake one day, saw a man sitting in a boat, and thought it would make for a good painting.

Perhaps there is no deeper meaning as to why the ostrich and the stork flap their wings differently than that God spoke them both into existence, and saw that it was good.

Yes, there are mysteries; there are things worthy of contemplation and deep reflection, but not all things are mysteries. Why we tend to focus on the non-essentials and take the words of men regarding God over God’s words regarding Himself as viable and true is one of those issues that warrants consideration and contemplation.

God doesn’t stutter, nor does He attempt to shroud ignorance in a multitude of words. He is clear, direct, and has made His will known in His Word. No man living or dead can honestly say they don’t know what God wants of them after they’ve read His Word. They cannot plead ignorance or cast the blame at God’s feet for not being clear and forthright enough about His expectations of those who are His.

Micah 6:8, “He has shown you, O man, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God?”

Ephesians 4:20-24, “But you have not so learned Christ, if indeed you have heard Him and have been taught by Him, as the truth is in Jesus: that you put off, concerning your former conduct, the old man which grows corrupt according to the deceitful lusts, and be renewed in the spirit of your mind, that you put on the new man which was created according to God, in true righteousness and holiness.”

Romans 12:1-2, “I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that you present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable to God, which is your reasonable service. And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God.”

That’s all well and good, but Aunt Midge insists I have to burn incense, stand on one foot, and repeat a secret prayer only she is privy to in order to be pleasing in the sight of the Lord. It seems as though God made the way straight and clear, but what if that is a red herring to deceive those unwilling to listen to Aunt Midge?

Stop overcomplicating your walk because someone insists you should. Worship God in spirit and in truth, put off the old man, present your body a living sacrifice, and know what it is to be transformed by the renewing of your mind, walking humbly with your God, and feeling His presence in your life. He has shown you, O man, what is good; you just have to be willing to see it and follow through with action.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr.  

Job CCCXXIX

 Job 39:5-12, “Who set the wild donkey free? Who loosed the bonds of the onager, whose home I have made in the wilderness, and the barren land his dwelling? He scorns the tumult of the city; he does not heed the shouts of the driver. The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searches after every green thing. Will the wild ox be willing to serve you? Will he bed by your manger? Can you bind the wild ox in the furrow with ropes? Or will he plow the valleys behind you? Will you trust him because his strength is great? Or will you leave your labor to him? Will you trust him to bring home your grain, and gather it to your threshing floor?”

There is one God. There is one King on the throne, and all the rest are pretenders to it. Men might aspire to the title of little gods, but once we get a glimpse into what God can do, what He has done, who He is, the detail that went into the creation of something as insignificant as the wild donkey, or the wild ox, we soon realize that though they might claim to be deities, they fall short of the definition, and vastly so.

Even so, self-delusion is a powerful aphrodisiac, and there have been those throughout history who insisted that they could readily replace the God of the universe, and in their hubris insisted they could do a better job of it. When pressed on the issue and asked what they would have done differently, it’s always some vague, opaque thing about healing the world, or making men live in brotherhood, not understanding the underlying implications of either.

As far as the world goes, God created a perfect world, harmonious and wondrous. It’s not God who systematically went on a rampage to destroy His wondrous creation; it was man. It’s akin to my wife baking a cake, perfect in every way, then having one of the neighbor kids come by and crush it into an oddly shaped amalgam of frosting, unrecognizable in its current form from what it was intended to be, then blaming my wife for making such an unappetizing dessert. What she made was glorious, and she is not to blame for its destruction because it wasn’t her hands that crushed it and mangled it, but the hands of another.

As far as the brotherhood of man is concerned, if free will does not exist, then all we would end up being are automatons, robots in flesh suits going about doing the bidding of another without agency or choice. Compulsion isn’t love. Love is not compulsory. We choose to love. We choose to submit. We choose to worship. We choose to honor. We choose to obey. God’s desire is that we choose Him and reciprocate the love He has shown, rather than force us into fealty like some medieval overlord who sacked a neighboring village and now rules over the peasants with an iron fist.

Yes, God reveals Himself; God entreats; God beckons; God calls, but we must heed the call, answer His entreaties, and choose to humble ourselves at the foot of the cross and follow after Him.

When Joshua stood before the people and declared, “Choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve”, it means they had a choice! As for him and his house, the choice had already been made. They would serve the Lord in sincerity and truth.

You can’t serve two masters; you must choose one. The choice is yours, as are the consequences. I can’t drag you into heaven; I can’t browbeat you into serving God in sincerity and truth; I can’t force you to take your walk seriously and circumspectly, putting away the things you know are hindering your spiritual growth. All I can do is tell you what the Book says, and reaffirm the truth that there are no exemptions or carveouts for anyone. I’m not special, and neither are you. What God demands of the least He demands of the greatest.

Whosoever means whosoever. God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him would not perish but have everlasting life. Belief isn’t something that can be projected onto another, nor is it something that can be forced upon someone. It is inherent and inborn to the individual and something they must come to discover and acquire.

You can tell me you were teleported to heaven and played hopscotch with the Almighty until you’re blue in the face; you may even believe it, but I don’t. See how that works? I believe that Jesus is the only begotten Son of God, the only means by which man might be reconciled to the Father, that He lived, died, and rose again and ascended into heaven, not because someone told me I should believe it, but because to the deepest recesses of my soul, to the marrow of my bones, I do.

The reality of Jesus must be experienced on a personal and intimate level. It can’t be a second- or third-hand retelling of how another was saved and born again, but something you must experience for yourself. What good does it do a blind man if someone tells them they’ve seen a Monet in person? They have no frame of reference; they don’t know what a Monet is, and the most vivid description of one won’t come close to the reality of seeing it.

I once was blind, but now I see. I once was lost, but now am found. I once had no hope, but now He is my hope. I once had no purpose, but now He is my purpose. All these are true, but fall short of describing what it is to be born again, to be transformed, to be made new, and to be reconciled to God.

Another aspect that stood out in God’s description of His attributes is that none of them have anything to do with destruction or chaos. Every one is about order, creation, and the painstaking detail that went into speaking the world we take for granted into being. There is a reason Jesus said He is the light of the world, and not the darkness thereof.

John 8:12, “Then Jesus spoke to them again, saying, ‘I am the light of the world. He who follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but have the light of life.’”

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr.  

Job CCCXXVIII

 Job 39:1-4, “Do you know the time when the wild mountain goats bear young? Or can you mark when the deer gives birth? Can you number the months that they fulfill? Or do you know the time when they bear young? They bow down, they bring forth their young, they deliver their offspring. Their young ones are healthy, they grow strong with grain; they depart and do not return to them.”

We tend not to notice when everything is going right. We turn on the faucet, and there’s running water; we flip a switch, and the lights come on; we turn a key, and the car starts; and for the most part it occurs so regularly that we take it for granted. Then something goes awry, and instead of running water there’s a gurgling sound, like the rumbling of one’s stomach too long without food, instead of light, darkness remains even though we’ve flicked the switch on and off three or four times to make sure, and instead of the rumbling of an engine, there’s the dreaded chirp or chime informing us we’re not going anywhere for the foreseeable future.

Man downplays the complexity of God’s creation because it is so finely tuned, a billion, billion moving pieces all working in perfect synchronicity, that there’s never a glitch, there’s never something that goes awry, and we come to assume that it’s no great feat.

God picks a couple of His creations at random and compels Job to ponder all the detail that went into something as common as when the mountain goats bear their young, or when the deer gives birth. To us, absent pondering on the subject for longer than it takes to read the verse, it may seem like no great thing, yet when you drill down and realize there is a specified and distinct timetable for when these things must occur if the offspring have a chance at survival, that one month earlier or later would mean the eradication of the entire species, the vast web of necessary events to occur at specific times, is something our frail minds can’t readily grasp.

Some years ago I saw an art display where someone had built a miniature scale of the Vatican out of toothpicks. All told, it was about six feet wide, four feet deep, and a good five feet in height. The tag on the front said it took over 800 hours to build, and included some horrendous amount of toothpicks, well into the tens of thousands. One could either roll their eyes, shrug their shoulders, and move on, or take a breath to contemplate the dedication, the attention to detail, and the effort it took to put it all together.

Compared to God’s creation, that art exhibit is akin to stacking three building blocks atop each other. Not at all impressive, or worthy of mention, because what it takes to keep various organisms, animals, birds of the air, fish of the sea, plant life, trees, ecosystems, and all the other countless things going, viable, and alive, is unfathomable.

Just because God makes it look easy, it doesn’t mean that it is.

If you happen to have children, you know that consistency is key. It has become my wife’s de facto motto, and she keeps to the rigid schedule of a specific bedtime, among other things. Although you can’t make children sleep longer than they need, even if they wake up, they can’t get out of bed until seven, no matter how much they might want to. By the time they come downstairs, breakfast is started, if not ready, and their list of chores is already up on the fridge, held in place by a happy face magnet.

Sure, there’s grumbling from time to time; they are kids after all, and being the sassier of the two, the young one rolls her eyes and whispers some variation of I wonder if prison is this bad to her sister when they see that they have to fold clothes, vacuum, do dishes, or whatever else is on the list for that day. Even so, they do what they’re supposed to, and once the chores get done, then they have free time, which usually consists of playing their instruments, drawing, painting, or making copious amounts of bracelets for no one in particular.

Then the day came that Mom had to go away on business for a couple of days, and Dad was left in charge. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not as strict as my wife. Perhaps it’s because I’m a girl dad, or because the puppy eyes still have an effect on me, but I tend to let things slide a bit more than my wife ever would, and wouldn’t you know it, the girls caught on to that particular weakness since they were in diapers.

The first night my wife was away, they asked if they could stay up late to read, and since I saw no harm in it, I said yes. Since they’d gotten to bed a couple of hours past their bedtime, they woke up a couple of hours later than they normally would have, fully expecting to have a hot and ready breakfast waiting for them. They were both hungry, and after asking what was for breakfast, I offered them buttered toast and warm milk.

“But mom makes us omelets and smoothies, pancakes and waffles in the morning,” the little one chimed in, disappointed by my meager offering, to which I answered, “That’s why you should appreciate mom more for everything she does for you, because all I’ve got is toast and milk.”

We ended up settling on hard-boiled eggs and sliced cheese, but the point remains valid: there is a myriad of things we take for granted on any given day, from our health to the roof over our heads, to the birds chirping in the trees and the sun shining on our faces. The unregenerate, those without knowledge or understanding of God, assume all these things are naturally occurring, something they’re entitled to, without sparing a thought to the reality that there is an unseen hand keeping it all together, making it work, and maintaining it. As those who are His, who belong to Him, who know Him as Lord, King, Master, and Father, His praise should be on our lips every day, grateful and thankful for all that He is and all that He does.  

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr. 

Job CCCXXVII

 Job 38:31-41, “Can you bind the cluster of the Pleiades, or loose the belt of Orion? Can you bring out Mazzaroth in its season? Or can you guide the Great Bear with its cubs? Do you know the ordinances of the heavens? Can you set their dominion over the earth? Can you lift up your voice to the clouds, that an abundance of water may cover you? Can you send out lightnings, that they may go, and say to you, ‘Here we are!’? Who has put wisdom in the mind? Or who has given understanding to the heart? Who can number the clouds by wisdom? Or who can pour out the bottles of heaven, when the dust hardens in clumps, and the clods cling together? Can you hunt the prey for the lion, or satisfy the appetite of the young lions, when they crouch in their dens, or lurk in their lairs to lie in wait? Who provides food for the raven, when its young ones cry to God, and wander about for lack of food?”

Given that you live in 2026 with access to vast quantities of information at your fingertips, you may not be as amazed and astounded at the mention of the Pleiades cluster, Orion’s belt, Ursa Major, also known as the Great Bear, Ursa Minor, or the Little Bear, or as God called it the Great Bear’s cubs. However, when taking into account that these words were spoken before we had telescopes, planetariums, or branches of science dedicated to the study of the cosmos, even before the time of Moses and the patriarchs, and these named constellations are still referred to today by the same name, you’ll soon realize how mind-boggling the mention of these constellations is.

God even speaks of things that science has confirmed, but that went by another name altogether, such as bringing Mazzaroth out in its season. Literally translated, Mazzaroth means a garland of crowns, and it has been proffered that bringing Mazzaroth out in its season refers to the twelve constellations of the Zodiac, a theory supported by the first chapter of Genesis wherein God said, “let there be lights in the firmament of the heavens to divide the day from the night, and let them be for signs and seasons and for days and years.”

God was not vague about what He spoke into being, nor had He forgotten any of the intricate details that went into His creation, whether referring to the cosmos or closer to home, at least as mankind is concerned. He begins with a panoramic view of the stars and constellations, zooms in to the ordinances of the heavens and earth itself, then zooms in even further to man himself, asking who has put wisdom in the mind, or given understanding to the heart? All these things God has done, and it is indisputable.

When David asked, “What is man that You are mindful of him, and the son of man that You visit him?”, it was within the context and with the full awareness of all that God had created, who He is, and how far His power extends.

God doesn’t have blind spots. He has not forgotten about you, just as He had not forgotten about Job. He has every detail well in hand, and He multi-tasks like none other. He wasn’t trying to belittle Job, or insist he was ignorant of all that He had done, for Job had known God for long enough to understand the power, majesty, and all-encompassing sovereignty He possesses.

You are not less precious than the lions who hunt for prey, or the cubs who seek to satisfy their appetite, but exponentially more so, because it was not for the lion or the ravens that God sent His only begotten Son, but for you and I.

If He is aware of and provides for the birds of the air or the beasts of the field, does He not have you well in hand? Is He not aware of your prayers, of your supplications? God knows your hurt, He knows your pain, He knows your joy, your sorrow, your loss, and everything else in between. He knows the betrayal you’ve suffered at the hands of those you once considered friends, as well as the comfort you received from those you once thought indifferent to your plight. He knows all things, and for all things there is a well-defined purpose. You may not see it, I may not see it, but we nevertheless trust that God does, and He will lead us to green pastures.

It’s never easy being in the thick of it. Anyone who says testing isn’t arduous, draining, and exhaustive has never truly been tested. Even so, once the season of testing passes, once we hear the voice of God anew, and He confirms what we’ve always known, that He’s been there all along, not afar off, or indifferent, but engaged and present, we conclude as Paul once did that the suffering of this present time is not worthy to be compared with the glory that is revealed in us.

The contemporary church has been fed the lie that coming to Jesus means you’ll nevermore shed another tear, feel pain, loss, or sadness for so long, that it’s convinced itself it’s true. Even though Jesus Himself said that we should count the cost of following after Him, understanding that it will include being hated for His name’s sake, despised by the world, and treated with scorn, we have so ignored His words that when it does occur, it surprises us and shocks us as though it was never meant to be this way.

Our expectation of the way things ought to be must be in harmony with what the Word of God says we should expect so that we are not shaken, disheartened, or discombobulated. In the world you will have tribulation. It’s a certainty, and Jesus presented it as such, but He did go on to say something that those possessing wisdom and understanding have clung to throughout the centuries: But be of good cheer, I have overcome the world!

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr.