Basically,
one day the Devil comes along, and God’s like: “Hey, have you ever noticed my
servant Job? He’s so blameless and upright. He’s the best guy in the whole land
of Uz.” And the Devil’s like: “That’s just because you made him so rich with
she-asses.”
So, naturally,
God turns this into a bet. He’s like: “Okay, you can take away all of Job’s
possessions. He still won’t turn against me.”
Let me
point out that the Devil didn’t try to start this bet. He didn’t even ask if he
could take away all of Job’s stuff. The whole thing is started by God.
So the
Devil gets to work. One day a messenger runs up to Job and tells him his sons
have been killed and all of his she-asses were taken. And then another
messenger runs up and tells him the sky started raining fire and it burned up
all of his sheep and some more of his sons. And then a third messenger runs up
and says a big house just collapsed on all of Job’s remaining sons and
daughters. All of this happens in about thirty seconds.
Oh, and
apparently children count as possessions, because God is never like: “Hey, I
didn’t say you could kill Job’s children!”
So Job cuts
off all his hair, but then he’s like, “You know what? I didn’t have any stuff
when I was born. I was fine then, and I’m fine now. Thanks, God.”
So the next
time God sees the Devil, he’s like: “See?” God apparently has zero issues with the
Devil murdering all of Job’s children.
And the
Devil’s like: “This doesn’t prove anything. You wouldn’t even let me touch him.
I bet if you let me hurt Job, he’d totally blaspheme you.”
To which God
is of course like: “Okay. But you can’t kill him!”
So this
time the Devil gives Job a severe skin inflammation. Job ends up
spending all his time sitting around and scratching himself with a pot shard. And
Job’s wife, who is apparently a horrible person, keeps saying: “Get it over
with! Just blaspheme God and die! Seriously.” But Job is like: “Should we
accept only good from God and not evil?”
Then Job’s
three friends show up and start arguing with him. They’re almost as bad as the
wife. They’re like: “What did you do to piss off God, Job?”
And Job is
like: “I didn’t to do anything.”
And they’re
like: “No, seriously.”
And Job’s like:
“No, I swear. Nothing.”
“Okay, okay.
So you did something.”
“No I didn’t.”
“You did. Quit
your whining. Suck it up. And accept—”
“But I
didn’t!”
“—that you
deserve your severe skin inflammation.”
They go
back and forth for a really long time. The friends are just terrible. All they
care about is that maybe God’s going to punish them if Job keeps complaining.
Eventually Job
is like: “You know what? I may be complaining about God. But at least I
understand that he doesn’t have to play by our rules. You guys are acting like
you could take God to court or something. That wouldn’t work.” Which is
probably true.
At which
point this other character, Elihu, comes up to them. He doesn’t even know these
guys, but he’s like: “Hey Job, I heard you think you’re right and God is wrong?!”
“Yeah. So?”
“Look, I’m only
fifteen years old or something, and you’re all old men, but I’m going to yell
at you!”
And
everyone’s like, “Woah, woah. No one cares.”
But Elihu
just keeps going. He’s replying to his own arguments, he’s replying to his
replies. “In truth,” he says, “my words are not false. A man of sound opinion
is before you.” Which has never worked in the history of arguments, I’m pretty
sure. It’s like Elihu is operating out of some kind of bad-argument instruction
manual. His arguments are like: “If God hates justice, then why did he choose
to govern?” I guess that makes sense, because only lovers of justice choose
to govern. And so on.
Finally, God
shows up in a big tempest, and he’s like: “Hey, Job! Who do you think you are? Where
were you when I laid down the pillars that hold up the earth? Can you open up
the vaults where snow comes from? And the vaults where I keep all the hail, in
case I need a lot of hail one day? Do you know why the sun rises, Job? Because
I told it to.”
God just
keeps boasting about how powerful he is, like he’s in a rap video. He goes on
and on. “Everything under the heavens is mine!” he says. “Mine!” He spends like
twenty minutes talking about whales, and how no one is tough enough to
take one on, but he created whales. “The sneezings of the whale are like
lightning! Who can strip the whale of its skin? Who can penetrate the folds of its
jowls?”
It’s like
God thinks the best proof of his power isn’t that he created the universe, but
that he created a universe with whales in it. He’s totally obsessed with
whales.
So finally
Job is like: “Okay, okay. You can do anything. I shouldn’t have talked about
things I can’t understand.” God is like this insane bully, and the only way to
calm him down is by saying how great he is.
Then God turns
to Job’s friends. He’s like: “Job really gets me. You guys should really listen
to him.” He also promises to give Job twice what he had before. So instead of
seven thousand sheep, Job ends up with fourteen thousand. He gets double the
she-asses that he had before. He also has seven new sons and three new
daughters. These replace the seven sons and three daughters that the Devil
murdered.
And you know
what? According to the story, Job’s new daughters are even hotter than the old
ones.
A hundred
and forty years later, Job dies contented.
So, as far
as I can tell, the morals of the story are:
If someone enters
into a friendly wager that involves infecting you with a plague-like disease,
don’t rush to conclusions. Maybe he’ll give you the antidote, and then
everything will be even-steven.
Also,
children are like commodities. If someone murders your children, but then gives
you the same number of children in exchange, consider this: are your new
daughters hotter than the old ones? If so, you should be contented—especially
if the murderer throws in a few she-asses and sheep.
Finally, one
must not question why bad things happen to good people, and good to bad,
because the answers to such questions lie beyond our understanding. Who knows
why the Lord allows the just to suffer and evil to flourish? Perhaps, in each
case, there is a good explanation. For example, perhaps God made a bet with the
Devil, and the only way for God to win the bet was by letting the Devil torture
you and murder your children.