Oh, would that my words were written down!
Would that they were inscribed in a record:
That with an iron chisel and with lead
they were cut in the rock forever!
But as for me, I know that my Vindicator lives,
and that he will at last stand forth upon the dust;
Whom I myself shall see:
my own eyes, not another’s, shall behold him,
And from my flesh I shall see God;
my inmost being is consumed with longing.
(Job 19:23-27)
Job’s words have been cut into the rock of human memory expressing the longing to see God. Saint Thérèse, the Little Flower, who lived her own “Job moment” in her short life also expressed this longing: "I will spend my heaven doing good on earth. I will let fall a shower of roses."
