Visiting a sick friend

"Oh that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together" Job 6:1

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o say Job was sick would be an understatement. “Lord, he whom thou lovest is sick,” the words sent by Mary and Martha, certainly could be said of this one famous servant who “feared God and eschewed evil.” Come friend, sit by his bedside, sit with him through chapter 6 and 7 which are closer Hell than Heaven, and listen if you can. Hear him moan.
The God-Led-Life is not a flowery bed of ease, if you please, oh no,  what happens sometimes drives us to our knees. The odor of the sickroom is often odious, the music not melodious and is out of tune. Feel his pain, see his tears, grasp his grief, hear his fears, and his awful staggering unbelief, and marvel. The one who said, “Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him,” here wishing he were dead; doubt and darkness somehow crept into his heart and head. He prays, but also “brays” like a wild ass looking for grass (vs.5). Few have ever seen such agony, except within Gethsemane.
Little did Job know that God had unlocked the door which allowed the thief, (the one who seeks to kill, steal, and destroy) to enter Job’s life. And with that God gave the world a witness of an unfeigned faith in the fiery furnace, which in the end comes forth as Gold.
But Job did not know it. His preacher friends (so-called) did not know it, while they were surrounded by a host of witnesses (including ourselves) who are allowed, not only to eaves drop, but to watch the ordeal as a spectacle of the Grace of God and a “living sacrifice” so we too, in the fire will look higher and learn what is the  “good, acceptable, and perfect will of God (Rom.12:2).  -id