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I still had the house.  That big, empty, house that used to be so full of life, and people.  I lost most of the hired help, but a few of 'em stuck around.  They weren't much help.  I couldn't pay 'em.  I think they stuck around out of habit, mostly.  They wouldn't look me in the eye.  They wouldn't talk to me.  Maybe they just didn't know what to say.  Or maybe...
 
I still had the house.  That big, empty, house that used to be so full of life, and people.  I lost most of the hired help, but a few of 'em stuck around.  They weren't much help.  I couldn't pay 'em.  I think they stuck around out of habit, mostly.  They wouldn't look me in the eye.  They wouldn't talk to me.  Maybe they just didn't know what to say.  Or maybe...
  
Well, I still had my friends, my community. All those people who loved me and used to  
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Well, I still had my friends, my community. All those people who loved me, who used to laugh at my jokes and tell me how much
  
 
   
 
   

Revision as of 21:34, 21 March 2019

Job 19:13-25 (Neal's translation)

13 My family bonds He has severed;    
     I'm a stranger to ones who were close.
14 My kin-folk and friends are all gone;    
     I'm forgotten by guests in my home.
15 Even the house-maids don't know me;    
     In their eyes I'm an outsider now.
16 I call to my servant, but he's silent;    
     Crying, I beg him to come.
17 My spirit is strange to my wife;    
     And I long for the children we've lost. 
18 Even the foolish revile me;    
     When I rise up they ridicule me.
19 My closest counselors dismiss me;    
     Those dearest to me close their doors.
20 This flesh hangs loose upon bone;     
     By the skin of my teeth I am left.
21 Have sympathy, dear friends, have sympathy!  
     For the fist of God struck me down.
22 Why do you hound me (as He does)?    
     Unhappy with feasting on flesh?
23 If only my words were written!    
     A witness inscribed for the world!
24 Lettered in lead with iron!     
     Eternally etched in stone!
25 For I know my redeemer lives;    
     And the Last One--He will rise on the dust.

Two Preachers and a Trucker: Redeemer

CALVIN: God has joined us together and united us in order that we might have a community; so that one person may support the other, and that each may try to help his neighbor, and when we can do no better, that we may have pity and compassion for one another. This kind of community is a good and beautiful thing.

However...

Sometimes, all this community, all of this support keeps our attention, our focus, here below; for our nature is entirely inclined this way, and we are much given to it. If I forget that God alone is my judge, oh I shall be happy when people applaud me, when the community holds me in high esteem! But what have I gained? Absolutely nothing, in the eyes of God.

NEAL: (The year is 1997. Tulsa, Oklahoma, my junior year of college). Hi! My name is Neal Locke, and I'm running for Student Body President. I'd appreciate your vote. Why am I running? Here's my platform. I want to help take our student government to the "next level." (pause) Why am I really running? Well, I suppose I could do a good job, and it would look great on my resume and... Why am I really running? Okay. Fine. I want people to like me. And if I'm elected, I'll know for sure that they like me...at least 2,634 of them...well, at least more than the other two people who are running for student body president this year. But that's something, right? Right?

CALVIN: (shakes head).

JOB: It's not exactly true that I lost "everything." Camel Transportation Services, LLC, went belly up. No fleet, no drivers, no company. No company, no money. But I still had my wife. Well, sort of. The loss of our kids hit both of us hard, and she became...distant. I don't blame her. I wasn't much help.

I still had the house. That big, empty, house that used to be so full of life, and people. I lost most of the hired help, but a few of 'em stuck around. They weren't much help. I couldn't pay 'em. I think they stuck around out of habit, mostly. They wouldn't look me in the eye. They wouldn't talk to me. Maybe they just didn't know what to say. Or maybe...

Well, I still had my friends, my community. All those people who loved me, who used to laugh at my jokes and tell me how much




(final word) JOB: