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“How I long for the months gone by, for the days when God
watched over me,
When his lamp shone upon my head and by his light I walked
through darkness!
Oh for the days when I was in my prime, when God’s intimate
friendship blessed my house.”
Job: 29: 2-4
I hit the replay button over and over to hear one of my
favorite singers use the laments of Job as lyrics to a song. What was wrong
with me? Why did this melancholy song comfort me so? Surely a praise chorus
should better lift my spirits.
Even so I hung onto every word as the lyrics flowed over me.
Finally it dawned on me: I was sharing the grief of an
ancient man. Comradederie of sorrows, fellowship of sadness.
I lived through many trials in the last few years. Finances
lost, children straying, chronic pain endured and status lost. Often explaining
our last few years is so burdensome that my husband and I keep it to ourselves.
Who can understand our sorrows?
Job can. He experienced some of our pain but magnified many
times over. And somehow it comforted me to hear, through Joanie Mitchell’s song
lyrics, his[CS1]
eternal questions flung at God.
So I sing along, comforted I’m not alone in my hardship, and
comforted that God isn’t shocked or even surprised at my questions. The
problems don’t go away but they’re easier to bear.
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