Once, when I was trying to learn French, I sat in a language lab repeating after a taped instructor. Then he said something and I thought, “He didn’t mean to say it like that. He meant to say it like this.”
French, or any foreign language for that matter, can seem like Greek to us. But then I thought, “Whoa! Who am I to be correcting him? He’s the Frenchman, not me. I better try to say it like him.”
Have you ever tried to correct God, to help Him get things right? I’ve wanted to a few times and I’m not by myself.
A fellow named Job was convinced that God had it all wrong in His dealings with him. Things were “looking down.” Job was hurting spiritually, physically, and psychologically. He didn’t think God was running His universe right. After all, good people shouldn’t have to go through what he was going through.
Then God showed up. The Lord said something like this: “Pull up your socks buddy and answer me, if you can!”
“Then the LORD spoke to Job out of the storm. He said: “Who is this that obscures my plans with words without knowledge? Brace yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall answer me.
“Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation? Tell me, if you understand. Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know! Who stretched a measuring line across it? On what were its footings set, or who laid its cornerstone—while the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy?” (Job 38:1-7, NIV)
Job didn’t have a lot to say when he saw God revealed.
“Then Job replied to the LORD: ‘I know that you can do all things; no purpose of yours can be thwarted. You asked, ‘Who is this that obscures my plans without knowledge?’ Surely I spoke of things I did not understand, things too wonderful for me to know.
“You said, ‘Listen now, and I will speak I will question you, and you shall answer me. My ears had heard of you but now my eyes have seen you. Therefore I despise myself and repent in dust and ashes.”
Maybe those of us who want to tell God how to “drive” need to ask ourselves this question, “Where was I when …”
God has got it in control. Trust Him and hold on. There is an end to this.
“Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell.” Victorian verse of Dante Gabriel Rossetti