Mood: hug me
Job 16:1-5 GW Then Job replied to his friends, "I have heard many things like this before. You are all pathetic at comforting me. Will your long-winded speeches never end? What disturbs you that you keep on answering me? I, too, could speak like you if we could trade places. I could string words together against you and shake my head at you. I could encourage you with my mouth, and my quivering lips could ease your pain.
Job's friends at first just sat with him. Their presence comforted until they opened their mouths to figure out "why?" Of course, they assumed Job had sinned and needed to repent. Their words only added to Job's burden.
When someone is hurting, are we willing to share grief in silence or do we speculate, make demands and pontificate nonsense instead of offering a hand, hug and a listening, non-judgmental ear? Am I a Job's comforter, or a real comfort?