When I was a little kid, 9 or 10, sitting in church in a tiny town called Vulcan, a farmer got up front and shared what was on his mind. I sat in my pew, kicking my legs, chewing gum, and pondering his story. In his every-day world, he drove a grain truck, a combine, tended to chickens and cows, shoveled “stuff” in the farm yard, fixed machinery. Yet, he wanted to know what he could do to affect the world for Christ. So, he asked God his questions. And he got a most unusual answer.
Similar to Job, he got a question back rather than an answer – “What’s in your hand?” Interesting how God answers our questions with questions, isn’t it?