Job 1.20-21 Then Job arose, tore his robe, and shaved his head; and he fell to the ground and worshiped. And he said: “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return there. The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; Blessed be the name of the Lord.”
A couple of days ago I felt that familiar itching right above my lip that signaled the approach of – cue dissonent Psycho staccato violin theme – a cold sore. I have suffered these for as long as I can remember and they have always had the same effect – they make me feel ugly, ashamed and venerable. This time was different and there was another effect that I had not encountered before.
I am unable, at least for the short term, to kiss my ‘cuter than I could ever imagine’ and ‘very huggable’ 3 week old daughter, not to mention my gorgeous and very kissable wife. There is not much you can do – pump yourself full of amino acid Lysine and coat it with really odd tasting tree oils – it will shorten the length of time but you are still going to be infectious for a couple of long and drawn out days. I had almost gotten used to this too. They appear at random, under stressful conditions maybe two or three times a year.
At forty-one, I have my responses ready at hand. Just a couple of years ago I was at the receiving end of a malicious comment from a joker who ‘noticed that I had a nice case of herpes on my lip’. My response, “Hey, in a couple days this will be completely gone and you will still be an idiot.” I might have used a little stronger language, but let’s stick with that for the purposes of this article.
To the point, over the past few days I have felt a little like Job. Agreed, I can’t hold a candle to the guy. At the hands of the devil, he lost his family, his possessions, his health – more than I could ever come close to relating to. Through it all he continued to worship and trust in the Lord and in the end was greatly blessed.
I can handle a little cold sore now and again. Lord, take this Job and shove it. Bend me, shape me, any way you want me. You are the potter and I am the clay, and to my lovely wife Sarah and daughter Micah… X O X O X O X O.
Re-post from August 2009