I have screamed with Job’s voice before. I have asked, “Why? No, I have SCREAMED, “WHY?!!!” A voice spoke from heaven, thundering, though only a whisper. A whisper both fearful and tender, commanding and sure. “Who is this that darkens my counsel with words without knowledge?” I did not dare answer. Fear had set in. Discretion over valor. I was sure He knew my name and agreed my words lacked 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!” I did not know, and couldn’t understand what this had to do with ME? Of course I wasn’t there! Of course I don’t know about the earth’s foundation, but what of MY problems, MY pain and sorrow? This time the voice was far more tender and the whisper, gentle. “Come to me, you who are weary and burdened, I will give you rest.” I was very weary and burdened and I surely needed this rest. So I reclined and listened as He spoke. “Have you ever given orders to the morning, or shown More >