A man I admire told me there are many benefits to letting the world fall apart. He said this sitting in his own ruins with a ashen smile on his broken face. Although I have known him for years it was hard to tell in that moment whether he was trying to convince me or himself. He said from now on you can call me Job, the man God bet on who then lost it all. We let silence take a seat between us because although we’ve both known God for years it was angering to think in that moment that life, even in part, was simply some kind of test we either miserably fail or pass with a prize. I broke the stillness by playing the next line in the script: Why not damn God and all? This man shook his fist skyward and said I can’t. There’s far too much at stake now. I said you know they’ll come soon with their own tremblings wrapped in chapter and verse. He said let them come and see the game.