Job's friends went a little too far in giving him their opinions. It would have been better for everyone had they kept his thoughts to himself. Though they were well intentioned, they did more damage than good. Today's reading made me think about a poem I heard Alistair Begg recite once. The title is "Just Suppose," and the author is anonymous.
If all that we say
In a single day,
With never a word left out,
Were printed each night
In clear black and white
It would be strange reading, no doubt.And then, just suppose,
Before our eyes closed,
We should read the whole record through;
Then wouldn't we sigh,
And wouldn't we try
A great deal less talking to do?And I more than half think
That many a kink
Would be smoother in life's tangled thread
If half what I say
In a single day
Were to be left forever unsaid?
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