I’m reading the book of Job in the Bible. This book tugs at my heart. It confounds me. It can make me indignant. It scares me!

This caught my eye today, “…What miserable comforters you are!” 16:2

I tend to agree with Job.

Job has had great tragedy in his life and his buddies are there for him, kinda. 

Holy Spirit spoke this to my heart this morning. When deep tragedy happens to those around us, we are not required to explain God and His workings. We are not qualified. As we continue to read this book, God gives a beautiful, poetic, and blunt response to those that try to explain Him.

Some things must be worked through the process of us crying out to God and Him ministering to us. Mere humans can not fix it. Our job is to love, pray for and with, hug, cry with, sit quietly with, serve…and pray like the dickens that when we do open our mouths, what Jesus would want us to say comes out.

Fixin’ stuff makes us feel accomplished, proud, happy. Because of our love, we desperately want to be useful. We cannot fix broken hearts. That’s God’s business. That’s good news ’cause we were feeling the pressure, right?

“The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me, because the Lord has anointed me to bring good news to the poor; he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to those who are bound;” (Isaiah 61:1 and repeated by Jesus in Luke 4:18.) 

Dear Lord, help us know how to comfort those around us.  May we be Your mouthpiece and hands. 

P.S. I have not forgotten that I have one more “I AM” statement that I missed during Advent :)