(Disclaimer: Read my previous post if you haven’t already)
Let’s take a trip back in time.
Before grocery stores, people had to butcher their own animals, or take their animals to a local butcher for meat.
Before shopping centers and department stores, people had to shear their own sheep and make their own wool garments.
Before cars, people had to travel via camel or horse if they wanted to go anywhere.
Before tractors and combines, people had to use oxen and donkeys hitched to implements to harvest their crops.
Why does all of this matter?
Because Job owned 7000 sheep. Which means he was a major meat and clothing provider. Think Tyson chicken meets the Gap and Old Navy.
Job owned 3000 camels. Which means he was the Uber of the ancient near east. Or maybe more like the Cornelius Vanderbilt of the 1800s, running trains of supplies, shipping goods across the region.
Job owned 500 yoke of oxen and 500 donkeys. Which means he was a major farmer and harvester of all kinds of crops. Think Whole Foods of ancient times.
I draw these comparisons to give you the magnitude of his wealth. That kind of wealth, in ancient days, was unheard of. His was immense. Enormous. Think about it: very few of us know ranchers who own/maintain this level of livestock today.
And here in chapter one, Job has it all. Then, he loses it all. In a single afternoon!
Worst of all, he loses his sons and daughters that same day.
I can’t even imagine.
Job tore his robe, shaved his head, and then…
He fell to the ground to worship. Wow!