I used to be wealthy... very wealthy. My husband and I had many children. Each one of them had a considerable amount of riches – animals, land, gold, and slaves. And we, oh ho ho, we’re probably the richest in our land. But the most amazing thing is how my husband, instead of becoming arrogant, became all the more close to God. He remained humble and obedient to God – honouring Him with every wealth we had.
My husband was one of God’s favoured men. He loved God so much... so much that whenever our children had a party, he would offer sacrifices to the Lord the day right after the party. You know just in case my children sinned during the party.
Well, as rumors had it, one day, Satan went to God and asked if he could touch my husband. According to him, the only reason why my husband loved God was because God bribed him with wealth, and children. You know, wealth is from God and children are blessings from God. It was double the portion of blessings, actually.
Of course, God will say yes. He trusted my husband. He was so sure that my husband truly loved Him, with or without the blessings. So, to prove God wrong, Satan went on a rampage, and in one swift blow, he took all our wealth and children. How did he do it? Did you not hear? Our children were having this huge celebration, when fire rained from Heaven, as if to convince us that it came from God. Oh, of course, we knew better. We knew that the fire came from the evil one. The fire killed all our children and burned everything we owned – as in everything. One day, we were one big, happy, wealthy family, and the next day, we were poor, and childless! As if, I was barren. And as if that wasn’t enough, I was so shocked to see my husband covered with bleeding, oozing sores – boils from his head to toes. Ah! What has happened? How did all these happen? This holy, wealthy man is now someone whom nobody wants to look at. He’s so gross. Eew.
And what did I do? What did I say? What could you have said? Oh, come on! If you were in my shoes, what could you have said? Wouldn’t you say that? Who would have not said what I said?
You see your good husband, a good man, suffering in that way. Why shouldn’t he curse God? He does not deserve this. He is a good man. He is a good man. I would rather see him dead than be covered with boils like that.
This was several years ago. I have left him since then – couldn’t stand seeing him that way. I took what little is left from what he had and left. I thought at the very least, I will not see him die. Of course, he will die, or so I thought. For who will survive those infected sores? No one!
I came back last week. I got tired of touring the world actually, so I came back. And then, I visited these old familiar places, went back to where our property was, and I was surprised to see an even bigger house – more animals, wider vineyards, and more servants. And then, and then, to the shock of my life, a man came out. He was handsome, and, and, he looked like my husband. He is my husband! He is clean and smooth. He even looked younger and more handsome than he was years back... before the... boils.
And then, and then, from where I was, a beautiful woman came out of the house, followed by children – many children. They all kissed him goodbye. There were on their way to school. Are these his children? Is that woman his wife?
Whatever happened? Has God given back to him what Satan has taken away? Has He even doubled it? It seems He has. And why am I not in the picture? Oh, ohh, ohh (wails loud and long)
Oh God, I’m sorry. Please forgive me for asking Job, my husband, to curse you and die. I’m so sorry...
