They weep for days. Then, eventually, Job speaks. He feels his losses deeply and cannot fathom why all those awful things have happened to him. He begins to put words to his grief and wrestle with how God could possibly allow such things in his life. Job doesn't curse God; he simply and honestly expresses being troubled by a very difficult situation. After all, he says,
"Does a wild donkey bray when it has grass,
or an ox bellow when it has fodder?" (Job 6:5)
Unfortunately, his friends, who had so patiently and sympathetically sat with him in his mourning, now feel compelled to argue, insisting that Job has somehow brought all of this trouble upon himself. They try to explain away his grief by explaining away the situation. Not surprisingly, this approach is not helpful.
So... why do Job's friends do that? Why do all of them feel compelled to chime in? Why all the extended speeches after their chatter-less compassion? Perhaps, as Job suggests, they were afraid, for the challenge Job presented was not just to his own faith, but to theirs as well:
"Now you too have proved to be of no help;
you see something dreadful and are afraid." (Job 6:21)
Perhaps, too, Job's friends have become so defensive that they lose sight of the reality of his pain. Perhaps they have begun talking abstractly, talking to themselves more than to Job, speaking to theology more than to a human being. Perhaps.
Job's words early in this conversation catch my attention:
"But now be so kind as to look at me..."
(Job 6:28)
(Job 6:28)
Job does not need information in this time nearly so much as he needs consolation. He can be consoled first not by doctrine but by the empathetic presence of friends willing to acknowledge that life is sometimes horribly unfair, and Job naturally has an awfully hard time with that.
Sometimes a quiet, gentle presence is the most difficult gift to give, and the most important one we can offer.