Wendy and I went to see "The Color Purple" at the Des Moines Civic Center last night. It was a marvelous production. Wendy hit the nail on the head when she said on the drive home, "I left the show feeling my soul had been filled."
As we were discussing the play, it struck me that the main character, Celie, had a "Job-like" experience without all the blessing on the front end. Raped as a child by her own father, her two children taken from her and given away, she was then married off to a mysoginist who abused her in every way. No wonder we see her struggle with feeling that God didn't care about her.
Fortunately, most of us will never face the degree of tragedy experienced by Celie or Job. Yet, I certainly struggle with feelings of being on the short end of God's favor, even when my complaint pales in comparison. What I love about Job's reaction to the tragic loss he suffered was that it was his instant and initial reaction. I hope, as I grow along the journey, I can display equal faith and contentment no matter what the circumstance.