Weeping Voices

I go about darkened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help. I am a brother of jackals and a companion of ostriches. My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat. My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.
Job 30:28–31
Weeping Voices
In the plethora of Job’s misfortunes, he is overwhelmed. His tune turns from one of previous joy and praise to that of a funeral dirge. He laments in sackcloth and ashes his condition. Who can blame him? Would we have handled it any better if we were in his shoes?  In Job’s situation we see a precursor to Christ. Job suffers for faults not of his making. He is mocked and abandoned by those closest to him. Yet unlike Jesus, Job was not perfect. He was a sinner just as we are.  And therein lies the difference.  Jesus was without sin. He did not suffer from His transgressions but from those of the world. A world which would ultimately reject Him. The only weeping voice heard at the cross were those of His mother and a few others.  He died a humiliating death meant for the worst of criminals.  But in doing so He freed us from the bonds of Satan and secured for us forgiveness in His blood.  Like Job Jesus was a man, but unlike Job He is also God.  And in His two natures He accomplished for us what we never could. He accomplished salvation. The weeping of Good Friday gave way to the Alleluias of Easter morning.  And it is through Christ that we are comforted and made whole. It is His hand which will wipe away our last tear (Revelation 7:17).  
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