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Bible Bites (Job): If I was a rich man…

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SIDE NOTE: I’ve been behind on my reading, which is to say, I haven’t done any reading that I had intended to. It’s not that I feel as if I’ve disappointed my rabid readers *cough*. But I feel like I’ve lost the flow I had intended for this blog and backtracking makes me feel cluttered (which is what I’ve tried to avoid by not having a lot of Widgets). It’s one of those things where I wish I could turn back time or slow down time enough so I could catch up. For, you see, before writing this post I had intended to have read

  1. God’s Undertaker (2007) by John Lennox – which I was foolish enough to procrastinate from buying at my church’s bookstall. Now only Koorong is selling it for under $10 and I haven’t been bothered to travel all the way up there myself. In fact, never have I ever been to Koorong (is usually my first response in that game).
  2. Paradise Lost (1647) by John Milton – which I could have found online but I had wanted to read God’s Undertaker before tackling this beast.

I guess I could set the Publish Date for the subsequent posts to days before this one but that would be cheating, not to mention confusing for you two readers. To fill in my own blank, I would say that if I was a rich man I would probably buy lots and lots of books (and DVDs) so that I would not have the problem of being behind.

Getting to the real blogging at hand, my last post left off with the people of the world scattered and no longer united by language as a result of God’s judgment on the people of Babel. Somewhere around this time, we find a rich man living in the land of Uz. I’m not entirely sure if this land was owned by the descendant of Noah through Shem (Gen 10.23), but it would add some cred to my Bible reading plan if it was 🙂

This man’s name was Job (Hebrew: אִיוֹב‎ ʾ iyov). It’s pronounced like joe-b, and NOT like the word for your occupation. And it seems like he wasn’t a descendant of Abram (I guess he could be considered a Gentile) yet he was faithful to God. He was just that good. And I know the Bible says that no one is good (Romans 3.12 and even Job 15.14) but Job comes very close, even to the extent that he would pre-emptively offer sacrifices as a precaution for the sins of his sons [1.5]. He was at least wise in his wealth.
He was both righteous AND rich.

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Protestant Pat (2nd Post): Catholic Chronicles

Previously on Protestant Pat: Blue Baby

SIDE NOTE: Since I’ve started blogging I think I’ve caught a reading-bug. I believe it’s a little more exciting than the ‘travelling-bug’ since I sometimes get to use my imagination. But you may soon see more test-drives, ponderings and best of’s regarding my reading.

Growing up Catholic had never been a problem for me when I was in the Philippines. As far as I knew, Roman Catholicism was the only religion that existed. But here are a few episodes that I can retrieve from my fuzzy memory:

HOLY GHOST

Protestant Pat (1st Post): Blue Baby

SUBJECT TO EMBELLISHMENTS DUE TO MY LACK of INFORMATION AND MEMORY:

On this day in 1986, a child was born in a hospital at Quezon, Philippines. But this little bub was different from the other three that preceded him, for he was blue. This had caused his mother and father much worry. So it was scheduled that the baby should be named and baptised, as soon as possible. The following day, a priest was called in. And being that a godfather had not yet been decided on yet, he too was elected responsible over that role.

Some time had passed as well as much anxiety. Thus, the mother of the child went to find an open space outside and cried out to God something in the spirit of

“TAKE HIM AS YOU WILL!”

And soon enough, a blood donor was found, the transfusion was made. And on that day, the lifeblood that flowed through the child’s veins would be remembered as a gift from God through that gracious donor. Soon after this, the boy’s father left to emigrate to Australia with the promise that the boy with the mother and his brother and sisters would soon follow. And only until the boy was five did he come to realise that his father was not a voice that came out of the cassette tape stereo but real human flesh and blood that loved him enough to leave him with a promise of a greater life with him in the future.

But little did his mother know that later in life her prayer would be answered to its fullest.

For the other posts and my rationale for this series, see ‘Protestant Pat’.

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