You Can’t Stay Mad at God. Job 19.

Five men circle a tiny flame in the desert. Four sit on rocks.  A fifth sits in the sand, stripped to the waist.  He is covered with oozing sores, boils swollen and bruised like berries beneath the skin. He rubs ashes in the wounds, listening to a friend: “The light of the wicked is snuffedContinue reading “You Can’t Stay Mad at God. Job 19.”