Consider your son's present trial in the light of the eternal purpose. He is of one mind, and who can turn him? This season of waiting is not chance nor disorder, but the unfolding of a single, unchangeable design. What his soul desireth, that he doeth. There is no resistance that can thwart him. Does he not knock at the heart's door, and though we half open, then shut it in his face, yet still he remains of one mind? So too with the door of providence. He opens, and none shuts. The very degree, the investment banking path, these are threads in his purpose, and he will accomplish all that pleases him. Labor, therefore, in prayer and in active seeking, but rest in this: everything answereth the purpose of his own great mind.
In all this, see that he sins not, nor charges God foolishly. Let him not speak in an unworthy manner, nor give way to unbelieving speeches. It is a grace to be upheld, as Job was, saying nothing amiss either in thought or word. If he be as poor in prospects as Job was in estate, then let him be as patient, and hope shall shine as a star that never sets. God can support him, for the same divine support is promised. Do not purpose to shut yourself away or cease from acting, but let his restraint be not from despair, but from a quiet trust that in all this he does not sin.
Yet you have a testimony to bear. You have yet to speak on God's behalf. This is no time for silence. Plead with the Lord, setting forth his claims, and urge your son to accept God's gracious way. The door of his grace is always open when every other port is blocked. Run into that harbor which all the devils in hell cannot close. Instead of spending time fretting over human doors that may shut, deal directly with God himself. Words may fail, but tears melt their way into his heart, resting by faith upon the merits of the Redeemer.
Do not look to pry beyond what the Lord reveals. Have you seen the doors of the shadow of death? No, and you do not wish to. Between those iron bars we do not need to search. What the Lord discloses we learn from his Word. The joy of the dying saint has a simplicity that outshines the palaces of kings. So let your son trust the Lord with the unseen doors, both the opening and the closing. The negative answers, the shut doors from enemies, are as much a part of his government as the springs of the sea.
Remember, the door is a person. Christ says, "I am the door." There is only one door, not many. Our side of it is his gentle manhood; God's side is the splendor of his Godhead. You do not stand admiring the door or sitting on the doorstep. The purpose of a door is to enter. Point your son to enter by this door, by Christ, in his daily labor and need. Pray that he does not merely look at the door of God's favor and praise it from afar, but passes through it in living faith. For by Him, if any man enter in, he shall be saved and shall go in and out and find pasture, yes, pasture even in the marketplace, a provision for all his soul's hunger and his earthly calling.
He may have heard of God for many years, but now comes the season of special manifestation. Eliphaz and Bildad and Zophar, with all their earthly counsel, must step aside; he must now look alone to God and honor him only. The hopelessness that creeps in, the sense of being left a prey, is not true. The Lord has never deserted any of his people. Though he now sit among the ashes of deferred hope, let him abhor himself and repent, for the Lord is about to reveal the skirts of his robe. After the trial, he shall say, "Now mine eye seeth thee." Favor will flow like a river. The blood of Jesus cleanses from all sin, and who can lay anything to the charge of God's elect? It is God that justifieth. The door is wide enough for the biggest sinner, and wide enough for your son's greatest need. Cry yet again, "I have yet to speak on God's behalf," and stand expecting the divine "You are my people" to be spoken over this very season.