The sculptor who fashioned the image of job that I saw in the garden of that church caught Job in the fruitful moment-the nadir of his agony. At the base of the sculpture, chiseled in the stone, were these words: "Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him" (Job 13:15).
When I saw these words at the base of the statue, I stood and wept in silence. No more heroic words were ever uttered by mortal man than these words of testimony from the lips of job.
