Silence can be more healing than words. "I don't know what to say," some tell me about making a hospital visit to a person who is dying or calling on a bereaved friend.
"Well, then, just don't say anything," I tell her. "Just be there for a little while."
I'm wandering through the book of Job right now. Sooner or later, everyone who reads the Bible identifies with Job: He's the good guy who gets a raw deal, the person in Scripture who asks the Why me? question most poignantly. Job loses everything — home, family, fields, flocks, his entire future. All are gone.
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