I spend a lot of time with people who are hurting. It comes with the job. And there are certain phrases and sentiments that I hear expressed a lot when somebody dies or life otherwise falls apart around someone.
“She’s in a better place.”
“This too shall pass.”
“God is in control.”
“It was just his time.”
“Everything happens for a reason.”
I’m sure some people put a lot of thought into these things
before they open their mouths. Often, though, this sounds to me like a
filler—you feel the need to say something—or an obligatory expression of
faith, something that you’re “supposed” to say at times like these.
I was reminded of all this when I read Job 13:12 this week.
Responding to the words of his three “comforters,” Job doesn’t mince words:
Your pronouncements are like maxims of dust;
Your responses—like lumps of clay.
Job was enduring tremendous suffering from unimaginable
loss. After he put all of his anguish and hurt into words in chapter 3, one of
his friends felt like he needed to say something and told Job many of the
things you’re “supposed” to say at times like these. Job’s response led the
other friends to chime in, and this back-and-forth leads to chapter after
chapter of pronouncements like:
If your sons
committed a sin against him,
He has dispatched them for their
offense. (8:4)
Your kids had this coming. God acted appropriately.
Can you fathom
the depths of God?
Can you reach the limit of the
Almighty? (11:7)
God’s just too big for you to understand. You can’t see
the full picture here!
But to the man whose life had become a black hole of loss,
these words were “maxims of dust.” Their words couldn’t stand up to a gentle
breeze, much less the full, grim reality of Job’s experiences and questions.
We’ve all said the wrong thing to somebody before. In
16:4, Job admits that “Even I would speak like you, if you were in my place.” We’ve
all felt that pressure to find the right words when we reach the front of the
line at a wake. And, realistically, no words will be enough when someone’s
experienced terrible loss.
But the failure of Eliphaz, Bildad, and Zophar to offer Job
anything but “lumps of clay” should instruct us.
The people we know and love who are suffering don’t need a
theological explanation for what they’re going through—Where was God? How
could God let this happen?—like these three tried to offer Job.
They probably don’t need trite proverbs about loss or
sympathy card slogans—Our loss is heaven’s gain!
They certainly don’t need blame—You should have known
this would happen the moment you quit bringing those kids to church.
And they don’t need someone who will argue with their
outpouring of grief and pain.
What they need from you and me, I believe, are the
simplest, truest words we can offer.
“I’m so sorry.”
“I love you.”
“I’m here for you.” (Backed up, in the weeks and months ahead,
by “What do you need today?”)
At first, though, they may just need a quiet presence, a
warm hug, listening ears, and sympathetic eyes. As Job told Zophar, “If only
you would keep silent, yes, silent—for that would be wisdom for you!” (13:5) When
you feel like there are no words for a situation, maybe you’re right. Maybe no
words would be best.
Like one of my seminary professors once said, reflecting on people’s
responses to her own battle with stage 4 cancer, “I hope everyone simmers down
on the explanations for other people’s suffering, and just steps in with love.”
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