Job. I had read the lesson - yes, I read it before hand. Why is that so hard for so many people to believe? Anyways, I read it and I haven't figured out if that's a good or bad thing. I feel like I come prepared, but then I get disappointed if we don't discuss the points that I want to discuss. So, Rick and I had our own little Sunday School later that day and it was interesting to talk to him and compare thoughts.
Job was one freaking amazing guy and we're always told we need to be more like him, but let's be honest. If we really want to liken the scriptures unto ourselves, there is no way in hell we can ever be like Job. No matter what happened to him he was spot on and gave all the Sunday School answers, but is that what we're expected to do or even capable of doing?
It's no secret that we've had it rough for a little while. I don't want to say I even sustained the losses that Job did, but I think losing a child, a home to a fire, and living on next to nothing for years to get out of debt can at least help me to sympathize with the guy. The thing is, I wasn't Job. Not even close. For years I prayed sporadically at best and when I did I often begged for understanding to help me cope with the crap I'd been dealt. In the scriptures the help and understanding always comes right away, but in reality that sometimes doesn't happen. Sometimes you just have to deal with it until you're at a place to accept, and sometimes the acceptance doesn't come...sometimes all you can do is deal with it.
Sometimes we remember things differently than the way they really happened. That horrible prom date where you spent the night at the guy's house and the guy left for work the next morning totally forgetting about you and making you hang out with his parents until your mom got there to pick you up - yes that really happened to me - is so devastating at first but 20 years later is totally hilarious. Losing a home to fire is painful until you realize that the memories you have are not found in a house, but in you.
I wonder if Job really was as Sunday Schooly as he was portrayed in his book. Maybe the book was written years later after he'd had time to reflect and had more time to realize what was really important. Maybe he wasn't sitting there covered in boils, surrounded not by his family because they were all gone, but friends who were constantly questioning his spirituality, and thinking, "Man, I sure am blessed." Maybe it took a little bit of time to realize how he needed to feel.
Maybe we're all a little more like Job than I originally thought.