Satan challenged God to make a little gamble.
He said, “If you didn’t fence your kids in. They would like to ramble.
Against you they would raise their voices, if you let me give them choices.”
“Ho,” said God, “have you considered Job. He’s my man. Not a better man in the land.”
Satan said, “Let me at him. You’ll find him as fake as your man, Adam.”
God replied, “He will not rest, he will be true to his last breath; do your best – but you cannot cause his death.”
Now that serious confrontation caused Satan’s evil fixation
He expected it to be a shoe in, to bring about Job’s ruin.
But for Job, it was not so. He began a fierce battle against God’s foe.
Now many month’s of Job’s tomorrows were heaped about with dreadful sorrows
Job’s friends accursed, rehearsed, conversed; Job ascertained, complained, explained.
“Job, you’re a sinner, that’s what you are!” accused Eliphaz, Bildad, and Zophar.
Job yelled back and said, “That’s not so; I’ve walked with God all my life! If you need a witness go ask my wife.
Then Job’s wife, with a cynical laugh, said all that shine was in the past.
“Now, Job, give up. For you, God is dead!. He’ll not defend you; it’s just in your head!”
Job said, “Woman, that is not true. And I’ll not curse Him, no matter what you do.”
But poor Job – he did bewail and curse, the year, month, and day of his birth.
Job does face a brighter day. A more pleasant account of his saga will return another time.