What is the point of living?
Why are you here?
Where have you come from and where are you going?
If you could summarize your purpose for living in one sentence, what would you say?
I am very curious of what people would answer, so please do.
Once again I braved the storm of the Google sea of information to all of life's questions and I nearly immediately became disturbed from the answers I received. If you need to look for the answers to my questions, please do not Google them. It is likely you will find inadequate and somewhat dangerous answers. (I bet some of you will now. Who listens to "don't do this" statements anyways?)
Are you still looking for good answers to my questions? Please STOP. I know some people who have the answers and I am interviewing them for this blog! So exciting - I know! This first interview will cover question #1. Later I will interview someone else to answer the next question.
Interview #1: Job
Me: Job, you seem like a good guy. Can I ask you a question?
Job: Sure.
Me: Great. What is the point in living?
Job: Funny that you ask that, because I have been asked that before. I had one of the worst days ever a while ago. Whenever I say that to people they don't believe me... until I explain.
Me: I don't know, I've certainly had some really bad days. Do tell.
Job: Alright, I had a booming business in the field of raising livestock, you know oxen and donkeys. I had a number of workers who helped with the family business too. Well one day some terrorizing robbers attacked all of my workers and all of my livestock. The robbers killed every single oxen, donkey, and worker... well one worker survived. He's the one who let me in on the bad news.
Me: Wow that is a horrible day.
Job: Yeah but that's not even the worst of it. Before the surviving worker had even finished filling me in on the disaster at work another person came racing into my house. I forgot to mention that I also owned a lot of camels. I was right in thinking that this worried worker had bad news. A completely different group of robbers stole every last one of my camels and killed all of the workers who were caring for the camels. With the exception of the worker who escaped and told me the terrible news. In one day I went from being well off to dirt poor.
Me: I didn't know a day could get any worse! I guess that goes to show us how futile money and possessions can be.
Job: It sure does, but my bad day still wasn't over yet. Once again before that worker had finished speaking, another worker dashed into my house with a heavy look on his face. He had the worst news I ever heard. I never expected to hear the words that came out of his mouth in my lifetime. On that disastrous day each of my seven dearly loved sons and each of my three precious daughters were killed. A great wind, like a tornado, struck the house that they were all in and the house fell upon them.
Me: Oh Job, I am so sorry. I can't even imagine what that must have been like.
Job: It was awful. I handled the news about my livestock, camels, and workers pretty calmly. But when I heard of the death of all of my cherished children I fell to the ground in grief. And as I lay on the ground in my sadness I turned to God and I praised Him.
Me: What? Your reaction was to praise God? After you lost everything?
Job: How could I not praise God? It was God who gave me my business. It was God who blessed me with those invaluable children. He gave and He took away! After all, they were not mine, but His to begin with.
Me: To be honest, I don't think I would react in that way. My reaction would probably be to question God, not praise Him.
Job: I had days where I questioned God. My bad days continued as I became ill. My body was covered in sore boils. Literally covered from the sole of my foot to the crown of my head. It was traumatic. I had no medicine or pain relief. It was unbearable.
Me: Oh my goodness. That sounds awful.
Job: Trust me, it was. But to go back to my original statement before I got into this story... that someone had asked me what was the point of living. Well it was at this point in my life that my wife told me she didn't see much of a point for me to keep living. Do you know what she told me?! She said to me, "Curse God and die." As you can imagine that rubbed me the wrong way.
Me: Awe that is so mean. What did you say in response?
Job: I told her she was speaking like a foolish woman. Then I challenged her with truth. I said, "Shall we receive good from God, and shall we not receive evil?" My whole life God blessed me. God had blessed me with a successful business, a beautiful family, good health. I received all of those blessings gladly. How could I curse against God after He had done all that for me when He did not even have to. I have heard of many sad stories from other people's lives. I have been blessed.
Me: I feel so convicted. My attitude is bad so often and I have not experienced anything close to what you have.
Job: Well it wasn't easy. My wife discouraged me and on top of that my best friends brought me down too. I experienced bitterness and I loathed my life at times. I questioned God and I argued with Him. I had times where I hoped and trusted in God. There were times I wondered where God could be. I wanted to argue against God and prove to Him that I was innocent.
Then one day God spoke to me.
Me: What did He say?
Job: He set me straight. Though I had been the one asking God all of the questions He brought that to a sudden standstill and began to ask me the questions. I'll tell you exactly what He told me...
"Who is this that darkens counsel by words without knowledge?
Now gird up your loins like a man, And I will ask you, and you will instruct Me!
Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth?
Tell Me, if you have understanding, Who set its measurements? Since you know.
Or who stretched the line on it?
On what were its bases sunk?
Or Who laid its cornerstone, when the morning stars sang together
And all the sons of God shouted for joy?
Or Who enclosed the sea with doors
when bursting forth, it went out from the womb;
When I made a cloud its garment
And thick darkness its swaddling band,
And I placed boundaries on it
And set a bolt and doors,
And I said, 'Thus far you shall come, but no farther; And here shall your proud waves stop?'
Have you ever in your life commanded the morning,
And caused the dawn to know its place,
That it might take hold of the ends of the earth,
And the wicked be shaken out of it?
It is changed like clay under the seal;
And they stand forth like a garment.
From the wicked their light is withheld,
And the uplifted arm is broken.
Have you entered into the springs of the sea
Or walked in the recesses of the deep?
Have the gates of death been revealed to you,
Or have you seen the gates of deep darkness?
Have you understood the expanse of the earth?
Tell Me, if you know all this.
Where is the way to the dwelling of light?
And darkness, where is its place,
That you may take it to its territory
And that you may discern the paths to its home?
You know, for you were born then,
And the number of your days is great!
Have you entered the storehouses of the snow,
Or have you seen the storehouses of the hail,
Which I have reserved for the time of distress,
For the day of war and battle?
Where is the way that the light is divided,
Or the east wind scattered on the earth?
Who has cleft a channel for the flood,
Or a way for the thunderbolt,
To bring rain on a land without people;
On a desert without a man in it,
To satisfy the waste and desolate land
And make the seeds of grass to sprout?
Has the rain a father?
Or who has begotten the drops of dew?
From whose womb has come the ice?
And the frost of heaven, who has given it birth?
Water becomes hard like stone,
And the surface of the deep is imprisoned.
Can you bring the chains of Pleiades,
Or loose the cords of Orion?
Can you lead forth a constellation in its season,
and guide the Bear with her satellites?
Do you know the ordinances of the heavens,
Or fix their rule over the earth?
Can you lift up your voice to the clouds,
So that an abundance of water will cover you?
Can you send forth lightnings that they may go
And say to you, 'Here we are?'
Who has put wisdom in the innermost being
Or given understanding to the mind?
Who can count the clouds by wisdom,
Or tip the water jars of the heavens,
When the dust hardens into a mass
And the clods stick together?
Can you hunt the prey for the lion,
or satisfy the appetite of the young lions,
When they crouch in their dens
And lie in wait in their lair?
Who prepares for the raven its nourishment
When its young cry to God
And wander about without food?"
Job 38
Me: Woah, I bet that was so humbling.
Job: Believe me it was. God didn't stop there, He kept going. But I will let you read about that in my book called, "Job." It's in the "Bible," make sure you read chapters 39 through 42. You won't regret it.
Me: I will definitely check that out. I know this interview has been going on a while so would you please give any closing comments you would like to share?
Job: Sure. As you can see from that short excerpt from my book, God is big and mighty. He is sovereign and in control of literally everything. I could have gone on questioning God forever but He doesn't have to answer me the way I want Him to. Sometimes He will just remind you that He is God through the good and the bad times of life. He doesn't have to prove anything and He doesn't have to justify anything He does. He is always just and fair. God is always the truth, the answers to all questions are found in Him... even the answers we don't understand or may never fully know. You need to know that God can do all things, and that no purpose of His can be thwarted (Job 42:2). What is the point in living? Because God has blessed me with life and I am here to worship and glorify Him for as long as He gives me breath.
Me: Job thank you for being so honest in sharing your story. I will be sure to check out your book so I can catch up on any details you left out of this brief interview.
"Who has given to Me that I should repay him?
Whatever is under the whole heaven is Mine."
Job 41:11
"Then the Lord said to Job,
'Will the faultfinder contend with the Almighty?
Let him who reproves God answer it.'
Then Job answered the Lord and said,
'Behold, I am insignificant; what can I reply to You?
I lay my hand on my mouth."
Job 40:1-4