Job | Trotting Out the Same Old Trick
The trick worked on Eve, you know.
That day, in all the lush plenty of the Garden, with all she ever needed at her fingertips but the one thing withheld just as close, Eve’s delicate foot tripped over the well-toned legs of a beautiful serpent. He seduced with his sweet stroking tongue, dripping easy doubt all over her love of the Garden Grower’s goodness.
Pacing the Most High’s throne room with his former peers, celestial beings whose alluring company he once craved, he sashayed over and across the gleaming tile clucking his tongue with disdain for those he now saw only as bottom-rung lackeys.
His smooth talk turned to small talk as he sought to make nice with the Holy One:
The Ruler of All knew His tailgating enemy could see the My Servant is Blameless sticker on the back of His throne and dared him to consider his man Job. The Lord shamed the fallen failure, extolling Job’s virtues. He was blameless, after all. Upright in every way and the greatest man alive. Everything the enemy was not.
And so the enemy found his foothold, his opportunity to revive his trickery. Surely he could shame the Holy One and foil humankind once again. The trick worked its wonders with Eve. She who had every good gift doubted the Giver. Strip this present beneficiary of all good things and see how long it takes before he blasphemes the One who’s made him who he is.
In this test of trust, the Lord played His cards first. He held tight to the leash but let the dog loose from his kennel. In so doing, He told heaven and earth of His own trust in His servant’s true love.
More on Job here, and to come.