What mesmerizes me about the book of Job is that it turns out human theology, human reasoning, human religion has stayed almost entirely the same in the thousands of years since this literary masterpiece was written. I could have written entire passages of this book myself, though not as eloquently, because I have felt them. I know exactly how these people feel. I have experiences, moments in my life, that I can attach these words to, and they FIT. Thousands of years of surface changes later – changes of technology, fashion, government, trends, languages, foods, and lifestyles – and the thoughts and feelings of humans remain unchanged. That’s why I am enamored by old literature. We are more alike with the people of the past than we will ever know.

I’m still not talking about Job. But his wife… well. She is definitely relatable.

Sometimes we forget that Job did not suffer all these tragedies alone. There’s another character in this story who just got caught in the crosshairs, unfortunate human collateral, and she serves as a contrast to show how most of us would have responded under similar circumstances. The “control” of the experiment, if you will: Job’s wife. At the beginning of chapter one, Job’s wife was a wealthy woman with ten healthy, happy children and the kindest, most generous husband in all the land. By the end of chapter one, she was destitute and bereft, and that wasn’t even enough for the Accuser. Job lost everything he had (except, notably, his wife, who seems to have been protected under the umbrella of “don’t harm him physically” – after all, “the two shall become one flesh”), and still, the Accuser claimed he only passed the first experiment because it wasn’t a good enough test.

Satan replied to the Lord, “Skin for skin! A man will give up everything he has to save his life. But reach out and take away his health, and he will surely curse you to your face!” (Job 2:4-5)

So Job is tested again in a way that challenges our understanding of fairness. Job would later describe his affliction in these unpleasantly descriptive terms:

My body is covered with maggots and scabs.
    My skin breaks open, oozing with pus. (Job 7:5)

Lest we should think his illness a mild one – it wasn’t.

It is so easy to look at Job’s wife and judge her for what she says to him. This is literally her only moment that is preserved for all of history to judge – and it is her absolute lowest. It is so easy to forget that this woman is traumatized and grieving, in shock, and watching the best man she’s ever known suffer the agony of these horrific sores. His flesh is literally rotting. She loves him, I am convinced she must given who he is, and she is watching him live painfully and die slowly. What would I say to my own husband, who I love completely, in this moment? I would be desperate to stop his suffering, and I believe she is also a desperate woman. Desperate women are prone to saying wrong and foolish things, that’s true. I have been a desperate woman, too. And wow would I hate to be remembered as nothing but my lowest moment.

So remember that’s where she is when she says –

His wife said to him, “Are you still trying to maintain your integrity? Curse God and die.” (Job 2:8)

And so we arrive at the second pinch point of the story. Again, Job is faced with a choice, and in about 15 seconds, after he makes that choice, all of heaven is going to know who he is – for certain this time. That’s how long it takes to make a choice that makes or breaks us. I have always marveled at how long the consequences can last for a decision that takes so little time to make. These knee-jerk reaction choices we make come from within us and reveal us like nothing else does. I crumple when I think of some that I have made, and I know it’s only by the blood of Jesus this weak-hearted woman can be saved.

But Job says (and this is why I think Job’s wife was really all right most of the time – he talks to her like she’s briefly lost her mind, which indicates to me this was outside her ordinary behavior):

But Job replied, “You talk like a foolish woman. Should we accept only good things from the hand of God and never anything bad?” So in all this, Job said nothing wrong. (Job 2:10)

All of this happens in only the first two of forty-two chapters. What does this tell us about the literary work we are about to read? This tells us that the circumstances of Job’s life right now are not the story. They are only the backstory, the catalyst, the setting; the real plot happens in the midst of them. The story is the reckoning that comes after. The story is how these men try to understand what has befallen him. The story is the hearts that are revealed – changed – grown.

Enter: the three antagonists – errr, friends. I mean friends.

When three of Job’s friends heard of the tragedy he had suffered, they got together and traveled from their homes to comfort and console him. (Job 2:11)

I like to think they really had the best intentions. It says so right there – they came to comfort and console him! But wow, did that shot go wide. Made a few of those kind of shots myself, in fact.

But more about wide shots to come.