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Is it just me, or is the real point of the Book of Job not so much that God is a jerk to Job in order to test his faith, but that Job calls him on it?

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And that that really ruffles the big guy's feathers?
Bizzarely I think I've read more of the Qur'an than I have the bible, which would prolly sorely dissappoint the old camp counsellors at
-sigh-
'March Break Vacation Bible School'.
We had some pretty good songs, though. What with needing oil in the lamp and standing up for jesus and the like. Toe-tappers. I always maintained the only way they could subvert my indifferent Agnosticism'd be with a really well put-together choir. :P

If I’m recalling correctly, Job finally yells “Look, we both know I haven’t done anything to deserve this, what’s up?!”
God at that point answers, “Uh, yeah, sorry about that. I’ll try to make it up to you.”

Sort of like how when God tells Abraham he’s thinking of blasting Sodom and Gomorrah, Abraham tries to argue him out of it - he doesn’t succeed, obviously, but God at least agrees to check to see if there are any non-evil people, and cancel the destructive plans if there are at least fifty good men in total (Abe tries to haggle him down to ten, but no go). His agents only find one*, so they give him advance warning to get out.

For the record, I didn’t spend much time in Sunday school, but any time I encounter a story it tends to get filed permanently in my skull.

*Good in this case meaning “offers foreigners shelter instead of trying to gang-rape them according to local custom,” which is hard to argue with. Some people take issue with his attempt to calm his rioting neighbours by offering them his daughters, but I suspect that might have been sarcasm; “Oy, you want to attack my guests? Why don’t I just toss you my virgin daughters while I’m at it?”

Yeah, I had to look it up at Wikipedia. Lol. Was momentarily distracted by his father's name being 'Uz'. I bet that guy had trouble finding novelty coffee mugs with his name on them.

Too bad – those mugs could have had all kinds of puns with the name (well, if they’d been in English) ; )

I was once in a museum gallery full of (mildly) erotic Greek pottery, and came to suspect it was no more than the ancient equivalent of a "World's Greatest Lover" coffee mug, since after looking at a few of them, the same mass-produced compositions and phrases kept cropping up. Some craftsman back in the past must have woken every morning thinking "ho hum, another day, another hundred-dozen vases to decorate with cute young guys being chased by amorous gods/goddesses."

I'm envisioning River Tam with a huge red WTF?? stamp,going through the Bible now, and just going to town on the Book of Job.

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