Higher Stakes
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.
grappling with grief and loss- beautifully expressed
For me, this is a completely new slant on Job.
Beautiful.
Yes, let them come. My we all take time to come alongside of at least one person’s game and ask politely if we can listen.
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