I have to confess that I felt considerable resistance to preaching on Job. I didn't want to be immersed in a story about suffering during a time when there is so much suffering around us. But here we are, and what kept me going with this was the memory I have of a dear friend and a parishioner from here.   Who years ago was struggling with a painful and devastating illness, one that she learned would take her life much sooner than she ever imagined. I was privileged to walk with her during that journey and to witness her faith growing as her body failed, and during the last month or so of her life, she chose to read Job.   I was thinking anything, but Job. Do not go there. But she was someone who knew her own mind and I respected that. And she read Job, she read it, not once, but twice in the last month of her life. And it comforted her. It comforted her greatly. And as I continued to see her suffer, as I continued to see her decline, I also continued to witness greater radiancy, greater love.