Job died, old and full of days. Three men in
scripture are given this epitaph. Noah, Moses, and Job. Three men, set apart in
this way—Noah, the lone saint in the midst of a godless world who is given
charge of saving the earth’s creatures; Moses, the reluctant spokesperson who
leads Israel out of captivity in Egypt, again saving the “chosen people” from
slavery; and Job.
Now, Job might be the best of the best, like Noah, the
one whom God lifts up as an example for the rest to follow, but Job is also not
the figure of historical significance that Noah or Moses are. Instead, the
power of Job is in the way we see ourselves in him and his friends and the way
his words are our words, his frustrations our frustrations, his faith our
faith. Job is interesting because, unlike Noah or Moses, we could be Job; we
can see bits of ourselves in this person and we can hear our questions coming
from his mouth.
I’m just going to admit that I don’t quite know what to
do with the way that the book of Job ends. I mean, after all this back and
forth between Job and his friends and eventually God, where everybody is put in
their place and God finally emerges as the only one worthy in the whole story; still,
here in the end it seems that Job gets his way after all. A part of me likes
that; a part of me hates it. Because of the way the story ends, it’s tempting
to derive a really shallow moral to the story that doesn’t befit the entirety
of the book. I don’t think, having read all of Job, that the takeaway is simply
that God will provide double for everything you lose in this life. If anything,
I suppose the conclusion is a foretaste of something different—Job is provided
for above and beyond his expectations and so will we.