Job Replies:
Miserable Comforters Are You | Where Then Is My Hope?
Shenandoah National Park | Virginia |
I have already heard
what you are saying and have received it, where is the comfort in your words?
It isn't there, nor do you mean to be comforting. Will you ever stop speaking
out against me? What is working within you that provokes a response of despair?
If roles were reversed, and I looked into your eyes and saw the pain and misery
I currently endure, I could join with the others and break you down whilst
pridefully shaking my head at your failures. I could build you up with my words
and strengthen your brokenness. I wish you would encourage me, as I hope I
would do for you in your time of need. If I talk about where I am currently, I
am discouraged and my pain does not become lessened. If I stay silent about my
predicament, I find no solace nor comfort in it. What am I supposed to do? I am
wired, I am worn, my shoulders are being weighed down and I can no longer bear
this burden. God has turned all my company against me and no longer do any of
you support me in a helpful way. He has broken my body down to its very core
and I have been whittled away as a carpenter cuts at a block of wood. Yet, I
have not been perfected into something beautiful, I am not a piece of art, I am
hideous to behold and not worthy of anything but to be cast aside like trash. I
was living a life of ease, then God came and seized me and has thrashed me
again and again. He destroyed all that I was and has condemned me to a life of
suffering. I have wept for such a long time that it is normal, my face is red
with pain and tears, I no longer resemble the man I once was. Darkness prevails
where light once did, even though I have no violence in me. I pray to God that
He would be my witness and testify for me and not against me. I plead my case
and wish that others would do the same for me. My final days are approaching
and I shall go away to the place where none return from and my life will be
complete.
Not only is my body
broken, but my spirit is also as well. My path leads only to the grave, my days are
complete and I merely await the coming of my death. Clearly, there are many who
mock me and my gaze is turned toward them as they break me down with their words
and judgment. How long must I continue to be immersed in their rude behavior?
I beg you, Lord. Show your support for me in a public way, write it in big bold
print and send it signed: God. Who else will defend me if not you? You have
closed the door to their hearts without allowing them to understand my calamity
and have led them astray in their beliefs. Their children will remember this
betrayal and be lesser for the actions of their fathers, do you want that?
Everyone who looks on me now trusts me not, they see me as a sinner who is
without saving and shall be condemned to hell. I am nothing but the physical
body that you gave me, Lord. I am covered in shame from head to toe, I am no
longer considered a man that has a spirit of the Lord within me, I am nothing
but a hell-bound sinner who has betrayed the God Almighty. Those with
reputation spit on me, they turn their back on me, those who consider
themselves upright are appalled at what is happening to me because in their
meek minds they believe that I have brought this upon myself. Who is truly
righteous among us all? Really! Someone, who is man, shows me his righteousness
before God and proves that you are pure. Call on God to send an angel who can
prove someone's righteousness, I dare you. We will not find a wise man among
all of you. The desires of my heart are no longer attainable, all my plans have
been cast into the depths of the sea and cannot be returned to me, I no longer
can decipher between what is darkness and what is light. If I cast out all
hope and attempt to pray for a royal burial, what other hope do I have but to
be six feet under and live the remainder of my days amongst the worms, where is
the hope in this? If I allow death to become my ultimate hope, where is the
hope? I see no hope in any of these options. I see no glory in death for my
case.
Job 17:11 - "My
days are past; my plans are broken off, the desires of my heart." | I
resonate with this sentiment very closely at the current time in my life. I
feel as though I have come to a place where I can no longer make plans and
pursue the desires of my heart for a lack of knowing whether or not I have a
future. Yes, everyone says you should plan for the future regardless of your
circumstances. However, I don't believe that those people were in the current
predicament I find myself in today. It is easy to say things like that when
life is good and you have no thorns in the flesh if you will. I do everything
I can to put cancer on the back-burner and pursue things like a relationship or continue with rock climbing as I did before, or hike mountains, enjoy
friendships, etc. But, there is a stigma to all these things, there is an
inescapable underlying knowledge and aroma in the air that is contaminated and
cannot be overcome, I have stage IVb metastatic melanoma and the odds of me seeing
many more years is highly unlikely. How do you continue to live normally within
that environment? I do everything I can to do it, but it isn't realistic. I
recall 27 years and 6 months of time where the idea of cancer, or dying, never
even had a millisecond within my thoughts. Now, I cannot escape these thoughts
even when I sleep. I lay my head down and it is before me, I wake in the
morning and it is as if I never slept, the fog covers me without seizing. I
know the foundational truths that God promises me, I know how much He loves me,
I know that my afflictions are eclipsed by His glory, but I do not know how to
release the grip that my hands, mind, and heart have on my disease.
Dear Lord, I pray that you would give me the strength to overcome this disease. I hope that you will continue to grant my doctors and consultants the knowledge to be able to attack my cancer in a way that will work and be able to destroy those cells. Be by my side during this time and be my shield against other sins in my life that try to creep back into my heart. Guard my heart against worldly things and set in me a perspective beyond this world. Amen.
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