Summary: We all have bad days and difficult seasons in life - how do we genuinely worship God when our world is falling apart around us? Join us as we study Job's life and discover how we can "Worship from the Depths"!
Worship From the Depths - Job 1-2 - November 11, 2012
We’ve all had bad days before - those days when nothing seems to go right no matter how hard we try. I’ve had some pretty bad days but I’m not sure that many of them come close to the experience of a man I will simply call Joe. Joe was having a decidely bad day. And as I relate his story to you, I’ll be reading Joe’s words as he wrote them on the Workmen’s Compensation Board’s accident reporting form. Joe writes:
“Dear Sir: I am writing in response to your request for additional information in Block #3 of the accident reporting form. I put "Poor Planning" as the cause of my accident. You asked for a more complete explanation and I trust the following details will be sufficient.
I am a bricklayer by trade. On the day of the accident, I was working alone on the roof of a new six-story building. When I completed my work, I found I had some bricks left over which, when weighed later, were found to weigh 240 lbs. Rather than carry the bricks down by hand, I decided to lower them in a barrel by using a pulley which was attached to the side of the building at the sixth floor.
Securing the rope at ground level, I went up to the roof, swung the barrel out, and loaded the bricks into it. Then I went down and untied the rope, holding it tightly to insure a slow descent of the 240 lbs of bricks. You will note on the accident reporting form that my weight is 135 lbs.
Due to my surprise at being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rapid rate up the side of the building.
In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel which was now proceeding downward at an equally impressive speed. This explains the fractured skull, minor abrasions, and the broken collarbone, as listed in Section 3, accident reporting form.
Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley which I mentioned in Paragraph 2 of this correspondence. Fortunately, by this time I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold tightly to the rope, in spite of the excruciating pain I was now beginning to experience.
At approximately the same time however, the barrel of bricks hit the ground and the bottom fell out of the barrel. Now devoid of the weight of the bricks, the barrel weighed approximately 50 lbs.
I refer you again to my weight. As you might imagine, I began a rapid descent down the side of the building. In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles, broken tooth and severe lacerations of my legs and lower body.
Here my luck began to change slightly. The encounter with the barrel seemed to slow me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell into the pile of bricks and fortunately only three vertebrae were cracked.
I am sorry to report, however, as I lay there on the pile of bricks, in pain, unable to move and watching the empty barrel six stories above me, I again lost my composure and presence of mind and let go of the rope.” (Source Unknown)
Some of my days don’t seem so bad in light of Joe’s experience! Now I doubt that those events actually occurred but certainly none of us are strangers to bad days. But an occasional bad day is one thing – they come and go. But what if they don’t? What if that one bad day turns into a week and a week into a month? What if that month turns into a year, a year into a decade and a decade into a lifetime? How do you respond when the bad days just don’t stop coming? What if that “one more test” that the doctor wanted to run comes back with bad news which will affect the rest of your life? What if those tough times in marriage end in shattered dreams and broken trust? What if you lose a child? My mom lost a set of twins the year after I was born – she still struggles with that today. What if your home or your farm is foreclosed on because you can’t make the payments? What if the stock market crashes and all of your investments are worthless? What if your crops are ravaged by the weather so extensively that you can’t salvage a thing and you don’t have insurance? What if your cattle were to come down with mad cow disease and all had to be destroyed? How do you respond?