Job CCCLVI

 Job 42:12-17, “Now the Lord blessed the latter days of Job more than his beginning; for he had fourteen thousand sheep, six thousand camels, one thousand yoke of oxen, and one thousand female donkeys. He also had seven sons and three daughters. And he called the name of the first Jemimah, the name of the second Keziah, and the name of the third Keren-Happuch. In all the land were found no women so beautiful as the daughters of Job; and their father gave them an inheritance among their brothers. After this Job lived one hundred and forty years, and saw his children and grandchildren for four generations. So Job died, old and full of days.”

Job had endured; he had persevered; he had clung to his faith, resisted the whispers to curse God and die, rejected the ideas of his friends when they insisted he’d committed wickedness, and pressed on. As the adage goes, when you’re in it, the only way out of it is through it, and one way or another, Job knew there was a terminus to his pain, grief, struggle, and hardship. He could neither know nor control how that end would manifest, but he trusted the God he served. He would have liked an explanation; he would have liked to know why, and even how it would end, but to make demands of God is to place oneself on equal footing, and that Job would not do.  

It’s one thing to ask, petition, and request something of God; it’s quite another to demand it. When we ask or request, we submit to His will in that particular matter. When we demand, we insinuate that our will supersedes His, and He must do as we demand.

We get so caught up in the nonsense, so enamored with the idea that we can decree a thing, no matter what it is, and regardless of God’s will on the matter, that we forget even Jesus formulated His prayer in such a way wherein the will of the Father superseded His, and the final decision would be left to God alone.

Matthew 26:39, “He went a little farther and fell on His face, and prayed, saying, ‘O My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from Me; nevertheless, not as I will, but as You will.”’

This was not some trivial matter Jesus was praying about. It was a matter of life and death, yet Jesus acquiesced to the will of the Father, insisting that though He would prefer that this cup pass from Him, if it were possible, the Father’s will is all that mattered.

Some of us want what we want and will not let something as tertiary as God’s will interfere with it or change our minds on the matter. This is what I have decided; this is what I have decreed; this is how I see my life in five years, ten years, and it matters not if it’s in harmony with God’s will or if God desires for me what I desire for myself. When men adopt such a mindset, every step is drudgery, because rather than walking with God, they pull against Him, dragging their feet, stopping in the middle of their journey, deciding things they have no authority to decide because, in the moment, to their intellect, it seems the better way than what God has set before them.

What ought to have taken forty days for the people of Israel ended up taking forty years. Oftentimes, the trial, testing, and hardship we must overcome and endure take much longer than they ought to because of our unwillingness to submit to the plan and purpose of God.

He will have His way, eventually. His will is supreme, and He does as He wills, and the fastest way to get through it is to pray for strength and endurance, faith and resilience, rather than constantly insisting we’re being treated unfairly, asking to know how it ends, or attempting to get God to change His mind on the matter.

For Job, death had become a foregone conclusion. Never in his wildest imaginings did he consider the possibility that everything he’d lost would be restored to him, and doubly so. He felt death so near for so long that it had become a constant companion, and the best he hoped for was an end to the misery, but God had other plans.

Whatever it is in your life that seems impossible, never allow yourself to consider the lie that God can’t fix it, restore it, heal it, or make it whole. “God can’t do that” should never pass the lips of any one of His sons or daughters, because they would be speaking a lie. God can do anything as long as it is in His will to do it, not because He is miserly or His powers get depleted, but because what you believe will be the remedy would make it that much worse, and He knows it.

Job asked to die, but God didn’t let him. It wasn’t because He was cruel and wanted to see him suffer just a little more, but because His plan for Job was to restore him, bless him beyond what he had been, and give him another hundred and forty years of life where he saw his children and grandchildren for four generations grow and flourish.

To think you were at death’s door only to be given another hundred and forty years on this earth is no small thing. To have been the greatest of the people of the East, lost it all, having nothing save for a potsherd with which to scratch yourself, and a pile of ashes upon which to rest, only to be given double what you lost, is not an insignificant matter.

Trust God. Even when things look grim, and your logical mind can’t see a way to remedy the situation you find yourself in, trust God! He sees a way even if you don’t, and He will make a way even if none is visible at the outset.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr.  

Job CCCLV

Once the dust settles, everyone comes out of the woodwork insisting they were by your side all along. When you’re in the midst of being battered and bruised, radio silence is the expectation du jour, with those only pretending to be your friends or fellow soldiers of the cross giving you a wide berth as though you were toxic, or your hardship was somehow contagious, but once you get through it, they reappear like mushrooms after a summer rain, as if out of nowhere.

Those who strive for honesty will proffer an apology of some sort, unwilling to meet your eyes for fear that the guilt they feel is too plainly written therein, while those who don’t will insist they were always there, holding your hand, but you were just too busy to notice.

The only one you need standing beside you to get through the fire and out the other side is God. If God stands with you, all is well, will end well, and there’s nothing the devil can do to change the course that God has established if you remain faithful to Him.

Where were all of Job’s brothers, sisters, and those who had been his acquaintances while he sat on an ash heap scratching at himself with a potsherd? Unhelpful as they had been in the final analysis, at least Eliphaz, Bildad, and Zophar had shown up. At least they’d traveled from afar to try and comfort their friend. Other than Job’s wife, nothing was mentioned of his surviving extended family or acquaintances until the last chapter of the book. Once they’d learned of his downfall, they were nowhere to be found, yet now that he had been restored, and doubly so, they were quick to make amends.

“Then all his brothers, all his sisters, and all those who had been acquaintances before, came to him and ate food with him in his house; and they consoled him and comforted him for all the adversity the Lord had brought upon him.”

There are always bound to be men highlighting their bravery after a battle is won, and more often than not the loudest ones were never on the front line. The boisterous, self-aggrandizing, and those insisting that without them the battle would have been lost usually never saw the whites of the enemy’s eyes, nor did they go toe-to-toe in a life-or-death struggle. Those that do are usually quiet, reserved, unwilling to revisit the horrors of battle, grateful to be alive, and looking forward to returning to their loved ones.

The household of faith is overflowing with what amounts to stolen valor, and it’s those who’ve never seen a day of spiritual warfare that are the loudest, insisting that they are the warriors Jeremiah, Isaiah, Moses, and Job wished they’d been.

The problem is that boasts and theatrics will only get you so far. At the end of the day, you will have to answer for pretending to be something you weren’t, not to men, but to God. You will be called to account for having pretended to be a warrior without possessing armor, or insisting you were on the battlefield without the scars to show for it, when all you were was a teller of fables, regurgitating the lives others have lived, pretending as though it was your own.

The real ones know that the victory was not of their own making, design, or due to their knowledge of battle stratagem. They understand that victory was had by the power of God residing in them, and they are but servants, soldiers, vessels who could do nothing if they remained empty and were not filled with His presence.

The funny thing is that some of the most powerfully used men of God that I have been honored to know throughout the years never boasted of themselves, never attempted to stand in the spotlight, or insisted they were spiritually superior to anyone else. To the last, they were humble men who humbled themselves, picked up their crosses, and followed after Jesus every day, like everyone else.

Beware the man who elevates himself above the station of servant, or thinks himself special in his own eyes. Beware the individual for whom being known by a particular title is more important than being known for their humility.

Yes, Job’s brothers, sisters, and acquaintances had wronged him, just as Joseph’s brothers would later wrong him, yet the reaction of both men is almost identical in that they did not resent, browbeat, or hold it over their heads, but forgave. Job did not turn them away, but ate food with them in his house, and even at this late hour, although Job understood God’s plan, his brothers and sisters did not.

They still assumed that the adversity that had come upon him was brought upon him by the Lord. They still viewed God as a cruel taskmaster who took joy in seeing his servants suffer, rather than understanding that although God had allowed Satan to sift Job, it was not God doing the sifting Himself.

This distinction matters because it shapes the lens through which we view God. Yes, God allowed Job’s testing, and the devil went as far as he could go in attempting to sway Job into abandoning his hope, but even then there were guardrails and limitations placed on the devil by which he had to abide. Understand that were Satan allowed to run loose and do as he willed, there would be nothing of this world but ash and ruin. There is no sympathy, empathy, kindness, gentleness, or mercy when it comes to the enemy of our souls. He takes delight in suffering; nothing makes him squeamish or think he’s gone too far, and any armistice the church thinks it has with him is no less than an illusion.

If God desired to crush Job, it would have been done on day one, so utterly and completely that though he had once been the greatest of all the people of the East, his name would have been a long-forgotten byword within a generation. God allowed Job’s testing, not his destruction. Job proved faithful, and now all that had been lost during his testing was restored, and doubly so.

Mark 10:29-30, “So Jesus answered and said, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, there is no one who has left house or brothers or sisters or father or mother or wife or children or lands, for My sake and the gospel’s, who shall not receive a hundredfold now in this time – houses and brothers and sisters and mothers and children and lands, with persecutions – and in the age to come, eternal life.”’

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr.  

Job CCCLIV

 When Job’s life began to unravel, and everything that could go wrong went wrong and then some, he made an often-quoted statement that, at the time, had no proof of concept beyond his current lot. He summarized what had occurred in his life thus far, acknowledging the reality of it without bitterness, resentment, or animosity. He had no way of knowing how it would turn out, or that the Lord would give him twice as much as he had before, but was at peace with the reality that the Lord is sovereign; He does as He wills, and whether He gives or takes, His name is blessed in equal measure. “The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.”

Yes, the Lord had given, and He had taken away, and even in the taking, Job was resolute in blessing the name of the Lord, wholly unaware of how the drama would unfold, how it would play out, and how it would eventually end.

Job never saw himself as the star of his own show, the nexus of his universe, or the linchpin of this narrative. Job saw himself as a servant, one whose desire was intimacy with his Master, and whatever his Master deemed the best course, whether in the valley or on the mountaintop, He was deserving of praise.

Did he at times grow weary? Most assuredly, any man would, but through it all Job did not sin nor charge God with wrong. There is a reason beyond our understanding when our best-laid plans go sidewise, seemingly in an instant, and if our faith is not cemented in the truth of who God is, and we are serving a projection of who we would like God to be, despondency, gloom, and hopelessness are sure to pay us a visit and stay for a while.

The same God who took away can restore, and doubly so, just as easily as He took away. That’s His purview; it’s under His control, and the only thing we have agency over is how we react to the trials, the hardships, the setbacks, and the valleys. What is my attitude in the valley? Is it the same as it would be on the mountaintop? How do I react to failure? Is it with the same words of blessing and praise to the Lord on my lips as would have been had I succeeded?

If your praise, adoration, worship, obedience, and faithfulness are contingent on outcome, if you only praise Him when things are going well, or serve Him when you have not a care in the world, that’s not true and abiding faith. It is a reaction to a perceived favor, and the continuation of that fealty is not rooted in love, but fear that the favor you’ve been shown would be removed were you to reveal your true self. God already knows your true self. He knows if you serve Him out of love or obligation. He knows whether your loyalty is dependent on anything other than what He’s already done to save you from the mire and reconcile you to Him.

God knew Job. He knew his heart; He knew his intentions; He knew his innermost desire, and the sincerity with which he yearned to be in His presence. God knew that Job’s fealty wasn’t feigned, that he wasn’t faking it until he made it, or pretending to desire more of God, hoping He wouldn’t see through his charade and bless him even more. His desire for more of God superseded all else in His life, and as long as God’s presence was evident, he could abide anything.

Even with all that he’d been through, the one thing that Job insisted he could not abide was God’s silence and the absence of His presence. He’d endured the loss of all his material possessions, had borne the pain of burying his children, had gritted his teeth in the face of the pain he was in, but the one thing that was too much for him to contend with was God’s silence.

Testing and trial reveal one’s innermost heart. If the heart is singularly focused on being pleasing in the sight of the Lord, on growing in Him and knowing Him more fully, then nothing that life may bring will detour you from that singular purpose.

It answers the ever-present question of why some men can stand in the midst of the tempest, while others get bowled over by the softest breeze. Those who endure and manage to stand, coming through fire all the stronger for it, not only have a right understanding of what the purpose of this life is, but pursue God and Him alone. They don’t chase after fortune nor fame; they don’t desire to be known or leave their mark on the world, but simply to serve, follow, and obey.

The idea that coming to Jesus is a guarantee of ease and comfort for the rest of one’s life, or that life will be lived on easy mode for the rest of your days, isn’t just unbiblical but contrary to the words of Jesus Himself. If that’s the Jesus you’ve been sold, if that’s the pitch that stirred you to respond in the affirmative to the call, you will be shaken at the first wave that barrels into your boat, or the first unexpected trial that surfaces seemingly out of nowhere.

If Job’s hope rested in the things he possessed rather than in God, his story would have ended very differently. If he’d equated health, wealth, prosperity, and favor with being in right standing with the Almighty, he too would have questioned his uprightness just as his friends had. If Job served God only in the good times, he would have turned his back on God after the second or third wave that came to wash away everything he’d spent a lifetime building. But Job was a blameless and upright man, who feared God, and shunned evil. Try as he might, there was nothing the devil could do to dampen his resolve or cause him to charge God with wrong. He had a right understanding of who God was, the right attitude when facing adversity, and the right heart, desiring nothing more than the presence of God. Oh, that we would have the wisdom of Job.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr.  

Job CCCLIII

 There is a profundity to the second sentence in this passage that many overlook, or seem not to notice, but that nevertheless applies to everyone who has ever had to forgive, let go, and unburden themselves of resentments, past wrongs done to them, and the individuals responsible: “And the Lord restored Job’s losses when he prayed for his friends.”

The only ones to receive instruction regarding Job praying for them were his three friends. We are never told that God also went to Job to instruct him to pray for them, nor that He commanded Job to do so. God left it up to Job whether he would pray for his three friends, but by the same token, God restored Job’s losses only when he prayed for his friends. That reality is deeper than many perceive or understand.

Forgiveness was Job’s final test. I’ve looked at this passage, pondered it, meditated upon it, and it’s the only conclusion I can come to. Before everything could be restored to him, Job had one final hurdle, one last action he must undertake, and that was to forgive.

Like all his other testing, God was silent on the matter. He didn’t hint at what Job should do; He just sent his friends to be prayed for, and waited to see what would come of it. Job already knew what the right thing was; now he just had to follow through and release any latent bitterness that might still be present in his heart.

It’s far easier to tell someone else they must forgive than to go through the process of forgiveness yourself. Not merely saying you’ve forgiven someone, not simply speaking words, but actually doing it in your heart, when no resentment or bitterness remains for the way you were treated, or the things that were falsely said about you.

Unless you’ve lived in a bubble all your life, or aren’t old enough to ride in a car without a car seat, we’ve all been mistreated, spoken evil of, or mischaracterized at some point. Doubly so if you happen to be in the public eye, are in some type of ministry, or have a large circle of acquaintances you interact with regularly.

To many, especially in our hyper-sensitive day and age when we’ve invented terms such as microaggression and unconscious bias, what Job’s friends did would be unforgivable. This wasn’t an arched eyebrow or some perceived slight. They came out and accused him of wickedness deserving of his loss, pain, and situation, and concluded that he wasn’t suffering enough. He should be grateful that after losing all his worldly possessions, his children, his health, the respect of his spouse, and the abandonment of those he once deemed loyal, he still wasn’t getting what he deserved; for had he been, it would have been far worse. How could it have been worse? His friends never elaborated, but they were certain that it would have been.

All this while Job knew himself to be innocent, and more importantly, God knew him to be innocent. It wasn’t making a mountain out of a molehill; there was no molehill to begin with. Every accusation brought against him had been wholly fabricated; everything hinged on the theory of causation, wherein, since Job was suffering, he must have been guilty of wickedness because he was suffering.

Anyone believing this was an easy thing to forgive or get over has never gone through something similar, but as one who has, let me assure you, it’s not as easy as one might think. Even so, unless you enjoy the weight of a mountain pressing down on you, you must do your utmost to forgive those who have wronged you because only then will the peace and light of joy burn away the bitterness, frustration, anger, angst, and resentment.

I can speak on this because I’ve lived it. Not once, but multiple times, and every time, true peace came about only when I determined in my heart to forgive those who had wronged me. No, I didn’t show up to their door informing them that they’d been forgiven; they never asked for forgiveness, but it wasn’t about them and me; it was about me and God, my relationship with Him, and the attitude I knew I must exhibit as one of His children.

The issue was not about whether Job could ever restore his relationship with his three friends; it was about the attitude of his heart toward the God he served. When God sent the three to ask Job to pray for them, it wasn’t so much a test of their obedience as a test of Job’s heart.

Why do I say this? Because if God ever spoke to me and said His wrath had been stirred against me, and I must go and ask another whom I’d judged wrongly for prayer lest I be dealt according to my folly, it wouldn’t really be a choice. It wouldn’t be about doing the right thing, but about doing what I needed to do to ensure that I did not incur God’s wrath.

Job, on the other hand, had no vested interest in praying for his three friends, other than the rightness of his heart and the awareness that it would be pleasing in the sight of the Lord. He did the right thing because it was the right thing to do, even if in light of what had transpired they were undeserving of his kindness or prayer.

Matthew 6:14-15, “For if you forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.”

We do not forgive only when we deem someone was apologetic enough, humble enough, or when they’ve asked for forgiveness enough times. We forgive knowing that when we do, we are likewise forgiven by our heavenly Father.

If you deem yourself so righteous as to never require forgiveness, then by all means, don’t forgive, ever, no matter how small or insignificant the matter. But if you know yourself to be in need of forgiveness from your heavenly Father, then be quick to forgive, without delay or recrimination.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr. 

Job CCCLII

 Job 42:9-11, “So Eliphaz the Temanite and Bildad the Shuhite and Zophar the Naamathite went and did as the Lord commanded them; for the Lord had accepted Job. And the Lord restored Job’s losses when he prayed for his friends. Indeed the Lord gave Job twice as much as he had before. Then all his brothers, all his sisters, and all those who had been his acquaintances before, came to him and ate food with him in his house; and they consoled him and comforted him for all the adversity the Lord had brought upon him. Each one gave him a piece of silver and each a ring of gold.”

There are two important takeaways in the first two sentences of this passage, one more obvious than the other if one is not meditating upon the passage and simply skimming it. The obvious takeaway is that all three of Job’s friends did as the Lord commanded, without delay or grumbling, because God had spoken it. They did not attempt to justify their actions, nor did they deem what God had asked of them too humbling; they did as they were commanded.

Give credit where credit is due: they did far more than many are willing to do today, because where they obeyed without delay, men spend years, if not decades, attempting to convince God that it’s better for them in the grand scheme if they didn’t obey, if they didn’t do as they were commanded, and followed their own urgings rather than the voice of God.

Some have even gone so far as to manufacture entire denominations just to keep from obeying the voice of God, thinking the denomination serves as a shield against God’s wrath, or will change His mind on what He previously commanded. God is not impressed by incorporation papers. Just because the state of Delaware recognizes you as a legal entity, it does nothing to countermand what God established in His word as the way in which we must follow.

We keep looking for false christs, thinking that since there’s no one of renown walking around in a robe and sandals claiming to be him, we still have time to drag our feet, stare at our navels, and take up whittling as a hobby. What many fail to realize is that a false Christ is nothing more than a counterfeit, a fake, a fugazy, something pretending to be authentic. The false christs are here, and multiplying; the false prophets, too, have made themselves known. Counterfeit gospels and those who peddle them seem to outnumber the true gospel at every turn. Yet, there we sit trying to convince ourselves that the hour is not so late, that we still have time, and that those insisting that we are in the endgame are no more than alarmists who feed off the fear of others.

If the preacher behind the pulpit is preaching a Jesus that is not mirrored in the Bible, if the Jesus they present is not in harmony with the Jesus of Scripture, then by definition they are preaching a false Christ. Anyone who’s ever gone through an ID check knows the process. You present your ID, the individual looks at the picture, then at you, then at the picture, then at you, to determine that it’s one and the same person. If, perchance, you present someone else’s ID, and the pictures don’t match, no matter how fervently you insist it’s you, you’re not getting on the flight. Scripture is Christ’s ID card. In it, we are presented with the reality of who He is, so clearly that even someone with a stigmatism can discern when what is said about Him doesn’t match what Scripture declares Him to be.

If the Christ presented to you doesn’t match up with the Christ presented in the Word, no matter how appealing, permissive, lax, non-judgmental, or accommodating he may seem, it’s not the real Christ!

If the Christ men present requires no repentance, sanctification, rebirth, obedience, and the daily picking up of one’s cross, it’s a false Christ, and one who has nothing in common with the true Christ.

Matthew 7:13-14, “Enter by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in by it. Because narrow is the gate, and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it.”

If the self-appointed prophet insists that they received revelation contrary to what the Word says, or if, perchance, they attribute qualities to the One True God that He never claimed, then by definition they are a false prophet. We can try to split hairs, but that’s the reality of it, and many are being deceived. It’s no longer a future-time proposition; it’s happening in real time, and has been for years now.

We’ve lived through countless episodes of tomorrow’s rapture, and no matter how many times the predictions have failed, people still believe it, get amped up, put their pets in long-term care, tell everyone about it, only to suffer through the disappointment and deflation of not seeing it come to pass.      

It’s one thing to hear the voice of the Lord; it’s another to follow through and do as He commands. Jesus said, “Don’t go,” but we do. Jesus said, “Don’t believe them,” but we can’t help ourselves. We do the opposite of what He commanded, yet somehow manage to find a way to blame Him for not keeping to the words men spoke about Him, to the schedule they insisted He should abide by, and grow resentful toward Him, rather than rejecting the words of fools and their foolishness.

Deception gains traction because there is a demand for it. The devil does what he’s always done, but the appetite for far-flung theories, aberrant theology, and the twisting of Scripture has reached its zenith. Those with no fear of God, those whose only interest is the bottom line and the dollar amount attached to whatever bandwagon they get on, are more than happy to give the people what they want, to offer the supply for the endless demand of anything but Jesus.

Aliens? Sure, double helping please. Stargates? Absolutely! Hybrid humans, alien breeding cults, lizard people, playing hopscotch with God Himself as the twenty-four elders watch on and cheer? By all means, that sounds scrumptious. Jesus? Walking humbly with your Lord, denying yourself, picking up your cross? I think I’ll pass; I’m so full from all the other stuff, I don’t think I could manage another morsel.    

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr. 

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. 

Job CCCL

 The prospect of one’s words arousing God's wrath is terrifying. More specifically, the words men speak regarding God. God made it clear as to why He was angry with Eliphaz, and there was no ambiguity about the reason: “My wrath is aroused against you and your two friends, for you have not spoken of me what is right.”

We’ve all witnessed the flippant way some individuals speak of God, the lack of reverence, the absence of godly fear, and every time you can’t help but wince and cringe and wonder if they truly understand what they’re doing, or if their desire for an audience overrides the reality that God does not take words spoken of Him that are untrue lightly.

When we attribute anything to God that He does not Himself declare to be true, we do what Eliphaz and his two friends did. We are speaking of God what is not right; we are projecting upon Him attributes He never claimed, and given His reaction to Eliphaz, we cannot conclude that He waves it off, or is indifferent toward them.

Yes, God gets wrathful. Yes, His wrath is aroused. Even the idea that God is a cheerful, grandfatherly sort who’s never cross with anyone, who does not judge sin, who does not punish the wicked, or is stirred in His wrath, is a projection by individuals, words they spoke about Him, that are not right, and for which they will one day have to answer.

My wrath is aroused against you and your two friends, for you have not spoken of Me what is right, as My servant Job has. Nothing in the world can make a man wilt faster than hearing that he has aroused God’s wrath against him. God does not make baseless threats. He does not declare a thing without the ability to follow through. God is not in the empty words business. He spoke the universe into existence; He fashioned man from the dust of the earth and breathed life into him, so if God says his wrath is aroused, whether against an individual or a nation, He has the wherewithal to punish the transgressor for their transgression.

Even in His wrath, God was not absent mercy. This was not blind rage; God is not dictated by emotion as some men are, so He didn’t feel compelled to lash out, but offered Eliphaz and his two friends an opportunity to make it right, to repent, and what that entailed was seven bulls and seven rams to be offered as a burnt offering, and the prayer of the man they’d judged, mistreated, disheartened, and accosted, on their behalf.

The time had come for Eliphaz, Bildad, and Zophar to account for the words they spoke about God that were not right. They weren’t words of denial, nor were they words of irreverence; some of the things they’d said were noble and complimentary, yet they were not right.

You can say nice things about God and still be wrong. Saying something complimentary doesn’t necessarily mean it’s the right thing, as Eliphaz just discovered. Just because they were nice words, they were not right words, because they assigned qualities to God that He never claimed.

Some people get so caught up in being praised that, even though they know the words being spoken about them fall short of the truth, they accept them and revel in them. This is how we get the inflated numbers we hear once in a while about how, at one crusade, more people gave their lives to Christ than the entire population of the country they were in, even though the largest space the crusade could have taken place in wouldn’t accommodate a tenth of the total number.

If we were to do a quick tally of some of the claims men have made regarding revival meetings and add them all together, every man, woman, and child within these United States ought to, by now, be saved and sanctified believers. Millions upon millions, they say, or someone says about them, and they never correct them, because, well, it is more impactful to hear that a million people gave their hearts to Jesus in one night at their altar call than twenty-three.

Notice, God’s wrath was not aroused against Eliphaz and his two friends because of what they’d spoken about Job that was not right, but what they’d spoken about Him that was not right. It’s not a distinction without a difference. Yes, they had misjudged Job; they had spoken things that were not right about him, but that was something they could have hashed out between themselves. They could have repented and apologized; Job would have graciously accepted their apology, and there was a chance that it could have been water under the bridge, forgiven and forgotten.

The three, however, had taken it upon themselves to speak things of God, to assume that they knew His thoughts and ways, His plan and purpose, and that was something God would not abide.

Not only did God reveal His displeasure at Eliphaz and his two friends for speaking things of Him that were not right, but He also justified Job in the same breath by declaring that what Job had said was right.

God picked a winner, and it ended the matter. Between Eliphaz and his two friends, and Job, one had spoken what was right regarding God, and the other three had not. Make certain you are on the side of right, because if God has to step in and clear up the matter, you may not like the outcome.

The same individuals who insist they would never be as myopic as Job’s three friends have no reservations about who they think will make it into heaven and who will be cast out. They can’t help themselves; it’s empowering. To sit in your moomoo on a given weekday and unequivocally decide who gets to walk through the pearly gates and who will find the doors barred is euphoric. While the euphoria passes, the words you spoke remain, and one day God will declare whether what you spoke was right or not, and be certain, consequences will follow. God is not mocked; it is one of those absolute realities that will not bend for anyone.     

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr.