I LOATHE MY VERY LIFE; THEREFORE I WILL GIVE FREE REIN TO
MY COMPLAINT AND SPEAK OUT IN THE BITTERNESS OF MY SOUL: "In a charming
essay on music, a recent writer has gathered up a great deal in one telling
sentence. He speaks of the various moods of the world's masterpieces of music --
the romance, the sorrow, the aspiration, the joy, the sublimity expressed in
them, and he adds that there is only one mood forever unrepresented, for, 'Great
music never complains.' At first, this seems too sweeping. We remember so many
minor keys, so many tragic chords, in the best music. But, as we think over it
longer, it becomes truer and truer. Great music has its minor keys, its pathetic
passages, its longing, yearning notes; but they always lead on to aspiration, to
hope, or to resignation and peace. Mere complaint is not in them. The reason,
after all, is simple. Complaint is selfish, and high music, like any other great
art, forgets self in larger things. The complaining note has no possible place
in noble harmonies, even though they be sad. So, if we want to make music out of
our lives, we must learn to omit complaint.
"Some young people think it rather fine and noble to be
discontented, to complain of narrow surroundings, to dwell on the minor notes.
But it is well to remember that the one thing to avoid in singing is a whine in
the voice; and whining is perilously close to any form of pathos. 'Great music
never complains.' That is a good motto to hang up on the wall of one's mind,
over our keyboard of feeling, so to speak. The harmonies of our lives will be
braver and sweeter the more we follow this thought. Without it, fret and discord
will come, and mar the music that might be, and that is meant to be"
Could God possibly gain pleasure from the exercise of
Could God's view of things be as defective as man's
"You act as though You have but little time to finish with
Yet all the above thoughts (vv 3-7) are incompatible with what
Job knows of God, as he describes in vv 8-12.
The mysterious "curdling" of the embryo in the womb; the
creation of something (the child) out of "milk" (semen).
You were planning to bring such sufferings on me all
If I sin or not, it seems to make no difference to
Job sees death as the reversal of the process of birth: vv