Mysterious: There are some things that we may never understand in this age. Why does God make orphans of young children while many of us have two parents still living? Why are some women who long for children unable to get pregnant while other women who desperately don’t want kids getting pregnant? Why are some Christians violently persecuted for their faith while others live in freedom?
Confusing: Knowing his own righteousness, Job looks around at the prosperity of the wicked and asks, “Why do the wicked live, reach old age, and grow mighty in power? … They spend their days in prosperity, and in peace they go down to [the grave]. They say to God, ‘Depart from us! We do not desire the knowledge of your ways.’”  Yes, he agrees with his friends in theory—that “the exulting of the wicked is short”—but he fails to see how this plays out in reality: “Have you not asked those who travel the roads, and do you not accept their testimony that the evil man is spared in the day of calamity, that he is rescued in the day of wrath? … How then will you comfort me with empty nothings? There is nothing left of your answers but falsehood.” 
When we see Jesus on the cross, however, we see how difficult it is to assess the Lord’s mysterious ways. Jesus was mocked and murdered. Evil won in the short-run. Yet Jesus was the only perfectly obedient Son. He secured the victory of His people for eternity when he conquered death and rose from the grave.
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sov’reign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow’r.
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
M’Cheyne Weekend Readings
 Job 21:7, 13-14 ESV |  Job 21:29-30, 34 ESV