Encontrando el llamado en la oscuridad: El tiempo y la justicia de Dios desde Job 24

Why are times for judgment not reserved by Shaddai?Even those held close cannot foresee God’s actions. People remove boundary-stones;They carry off flocks and pasture them; They lead away the donkeys of the fatherless,And seize the widow’s bull as a pledge; They chase the needy off the roads;All the poor of the land are forced into hiding. Like the wild asses of the wilderness,They go about their tasks, seeking food;The wilderness provides each with food for their young; They harvest fodder in the field,And glean the late grapes in the vineyards of the wicked. They pass the night naked for lack of clothing,They have no covering against the cold; They are drenched by the mountain rains,And huddle against the rock for lack of shelter. They snatch the fatherless infant from the breast,And seize the child of the poor as a pledge. They go about naked for lack of clothing,And, hungry, carry sheaves; Between rows [of olive trees] they make oil,And, thirsty, they tread the winepresses. Mortals groan in the city;The souls of the dying cry out;Yet God does not regard it as a reproach. They are rebels against the light;They are strangers to its ways,And do not stay in its path. The murderer arises in the evening, Aramaic ʻorta, “evening”; in contrast to others “with the light.” To kill the poor and needy,And at night he acts the thief. The eyes of the adulterer watch for twilight,Thinking, “No one will glimpse me then.”He masks his face. In the dark they break into houses;By day they shut themselves in;They do not know the light. For all of them morning is darkness;It is then that they discern the terror of darkness. May they be flotsam on the face of the water;May their portion in the land be cursed;May none turn aside by way of their vineyards. May drought and heat snatch away their snow waters,And Sheol, those who have sinned. May the womb forget him;May he be sweet to the worms;May he be no longer remembered;May wrongdoers be broken like a tree. May he consort with an infertile woman who bears no child,Leave his widow deprived of good. Though he has the strength to seize bulls,May he live with no assurance of survival. Yet [God] gives him the security on which he relies,And keeps watch over his affairs. Exalted for a while, let them be gone;Be brought low, and shrivel like mallows,And wither like the heads of grain. Surely no one can confute me,Or prove that I am wrong.

Job 24:1-20 confronts one of the most painful questions of faith: why does the Almighty not reserve set times for judgment, and why do the wicked seem to thrive while the poor suffer? Within this lament, however, lies a profound invitation to those seeking purpose—God's people are called to stand with the vulnerable, walk in the light, and resist the darkness.