The Prayers Of Job

Standing around, as I do, listening to the people talking as they work, I had a thought. As the pain pulses through my right side, I silently offered a prayer up to God. Please, Father, save me. Pull me out of this place and rescue me from the daily test of my pain threshold. The burning, stabbing, throbbing, sharp, dull pains that follow my every move. Save me from a place that asks me to push through this daily. In Jesus’ name, I pray, amen. Words thought and mouthed as the others buzz around me doing their jobs meandered to the heavens in my imagination.

It’s at this moment, this thought came to me, what if we offered prayers to God that were contrary to his will and would be harmful to us answered with a yes found themselves intercepted by Satan. He waits for the right prayer, snatches it, and gives you exactly what you ask for in full knowledge of its actual detriment to your immortal soul.

How would we ever know? Would you ever imagine a boon of increased cash, a promotion at work, the new significant other, or any of the other desires you hold could be sent by evil and not by God? What can you do to be sure that your blessings aren’t curses used to damn your immortal soul?