I dislocated my shoulder during
the week I was working on the Genesis story about Jacob’s encounter with God by
the river Jabbok. That entire week, I was moving slowly, with a fair amount of
pain; all that week I was living with my own limp so now I have so much more sympathy
for Jacob than I’ve ever had before!
As I studied Genesis 32, I kept
thinking about the ways we all wrestle with God; or maybe better – the ways I
wrestle with God.
I struggled
mightily with my call to ministry. It took me years to be able to even hear a
call, more years to know how to say “yes” to a call, even more years to lean in
wholeheartedly to that call.
I struggled with
the decision to sell my home in the big city, to leave my family behind and to
move to a small church in a small town in East Texas. Was that really God’s will?
How on earth does one know such things?
I struggle each
week with the scriptures. First, I struggle to hear a current word from God
speaking to me. And then I struggle to discern what God's word might be
for others, a larger group of us seeking to Live in The Story.
And then - when I
think I have some tiny sense of what that word might possibly be - then I
struggle mightily with how to say it so that someone might actually be able to hear
it.
I struggle to
understand why cancer, dementia and hopelessness continue to be epidemic; why some
babies are born much too early and some people die much too soon; why violence
and arrogance and divisiveness seem to be valued in our society while
compassion and compatibility and humility are scorned.
Sometimes I
struggle to forgive; I struggle with insecurity; I struggle with discouragement.
It seems like I am always living with a limp.
I imagine you
have your list. I've come to believe that if we are human then there will
always be ways we wrestle with life; we wrestle with God.
But what I began to see as I
studied our Living in The Story texts
for this week is that the wrestling match in our story for today did not come
from Jacob. The story is very intentional to describe it as a Divine Intrusion,
a Divine Interruption.
Here is Jacob being Jacob – on
his way to make amends with his brother Esau (Is Jacob once again manipulating?
Plotting and planning the best way to win Esau’s approval by his elaborate
orchestrations of gifts? Is Jacob really sorry for what he did or just sorry he
got in trouble?) Anyway, here is Jacob, doing his own thing, minding his own
business, when out of the blue he is thrown flat on his back, looking at a
world turned upside down.
Not a freak accident; not a
twist of fate; not by the hand of any other human. (The Scripture says it was
“a man” who wrestled with Jacob but the story interprets God as the Instigator of
the battle of wills beside the river Jabbok.) At the end, as he limps away from
this encounter, Jacob names the place, names his experience: Penuel - “I have seen God face to face.”
These ancient stories remind us
that this ancient people did the best they could making sense of the who and the how and why of God. Often
this making-sense is described in the stories as “namings.”
Abraham names his
experience with Isaac and the ram in the bush and the angel who stops the knife
as: “The Lord provides.” (Genesis 22)
Hagar, the courageous slave of
Sarah, the tenacious mother of Ishmael, the cast out one who was found and
spared by divine intervention, is said even to name God! “The One who Sees.” (Genesis
16)
Jacob names
the place of his dream with a ladder of angels and a promise of blessing as
Bethel: “the house of God.” (Genesis 28)
Jacob’s wives name their
children in light of their relationships with Jacob and God and life. (Genesis
29-30)
We moderns still do the best we
can: asking questions, probing mysteries, naming the experiences of our lives
in ways that attempt to make sense. We are not really so different from our
ancestors.
But one thing we see in The Story
– this narrative of God’s presence in human history - one consistent thing we are
discovering whenever we read the Bible - is that Scripture gives witness to a
God who is ever breaking into the human experience in unexpected ways - intruding,
interrupting and instigating relationship.
“Why does God wrestle with
Jacob?” Terence Fretheim asks in his
commentary on Genesis. “Such
struggles might be viewed as divinely initiated exercises in human becoming, of
shaping and sharpening the faithfulness of the humans involved for the deep
challenges to be faced. God’s engagement in such moments in people’s lives is
always a gracious move, informed most basically by faithfulness to promises
made, and in the interests of health, peace and well being.”
When Jacob was brought to his knees in his wrestling match
with God, Jacob held on for dear life. His determination and perseverance –
even in the face of the Overwhelming God – confirmed him to be the one who
would continue to bear the Promise given to Abraham. In this struggle of
becoming more authentically human, God shaped and sharpened Jacob’s
faithfulness for the challenges yet to come.
And God named him.
Jacob is
transformed into Israel.
Some time ago, I read an
article about a young woman named Megan Phelps-Roper. She’s the granddaughter
of Fred Phelps, the founder and leader of Westboro Baptist Church, infamously
known as the “God hates fags” church. (I’m thinking I probably saw Megan several
years ago at our Disciples General Assembly in Kansas City when her church
family with their protest signs stood on a street corner across from the Convention
Center.)
For most of
her 27 years, Megan has been immersed in a world of judgment and hate. It is –
literally – all she has ever known. She ate, drank and slept in a certainty
that Westboro was Right (with a capital R) and everyone else was Wrong (with a
capital W). She believed beyond any doubt that her call in life was to proclaim
the sin of the world and to announce its doom.
But then, out of the blue,
evidently God met Megan at her own River Jabbok and initiated a wrestling
match. It’s been long. It’s been hard. It’s been painful. And Megan Phelps, who
was once so sure-footed is now hobbling away from everything she has known,
everyone she has known, everything she has ever believed. Now she is dead to
her family.
How does one have the
where-with-all to make such a radical change? To turn so completely? To let go
of the known way and to walk - however lamely - toward the breaking of a new
dawn in a whole new world?
Her wrestlings are not near
over. In the interview, she pondered how her name is now associated with hate
and judgment in the mind of many people. She wonders if the significance of her
name might ever be able to change. I daresay Megan will be living with a limp
for a long time. But I believe God’s Divine Intrusion into her life will result
in blessing – not only for her, but for many, many others as well.
We’ve been reading the works of
the apostle Paul alongside these Genesis
stories. Here is another story about God initiating a wrestling match with
someone who was immersed in a world of judgment and self-righteousness. Luke is
actually the one who tells us a story about Paul’s encounter with the Risen
Christ on the road to Damascus. The Book
of Acts tells how Paul was blinded so that he might finally be able to see;
how he was brought to his knees so that he might finally be able to walk away
from old understandings, from long time patterns of judgment and exclusion.
When Paul wrote to the
Galatians, he confessed how violently he had persecuted the church of Jesus
Christ. (Galatians 1:13-17)
When Paul wrote to the Romans, he
acknowledged he is in the same boat with “all who have sinned” and he is in the
same ark with all who encounter God’s radical grace. (Romans 3:21-26)
When Paul wrote to the
Corinthians, he described how he had received a “thorn in the flesh” so that he
might better lean into that Grace. (2 Corinthians 12:1-10)
Paul’s self-certainty was
transformed into a deep dependence on the God who had wrestled him to the
ground and raised him up to a new life. Paul was given Christ's vision of the
new people, a people of God who are not Jew or Gentile or slave or free or male
and female, but who are all baptized into one body of Jesus Christ; who are
becoming the one people of God. (Galatians 3:27-29)
Saul, the persecutor of the
gospel was given a new name: Paul, the proclaimer of the gospel. And for the
rest of his life, God continued to shape and sharpen his faithfulness for the
challenges that would come.
And there are many challenges –
for Paul, for the congregations he pastored, and for us. Living into the vision
and actually becoming one people of God, a whole people of Christ who really do
live in the unity of the Spirit will always be a struggle. There are many who
resist and even resent such a vision. So, even though Paul had been raised to
new life, still he lived the rest of his life with a limp, needing always to lean
into the God who had called and commissioned him for this work.
My dislocated shoulder,
Jacob’s hip, Paul’s thorn. It seems like there is always something or another that
causes us to live with a limp. And I'm wondering how to interpret this, what I
need to learn from this experience. These things come
to mind:
I am more aware of God’s presence.
I'm not willing to say God was the instigator, tripping me up in my garage and causing me to fall. But I am willing to say God is at work in all this, teaching me new ways to see and to be in my world.
I'm not willing to say God was the instigator, tripping me up in my garage and causing me to fall. But I am willing to say God is at work in all this, teaching me new ways to see and to be in my world.
That said, there
have been occasions in my life in which I am bold to name God as my Divine
Intruder, as the one who interrupted what was and instigated something I never
could have imagined on my own.
Those times –
like Jacob’s and Paul’s and Megan’s – are always very uncomfortable. Living by
faith, walking into God’s unknown, letting go of what has been and trusting
that the Creator is still creating new things in the universe – this is hard.
Wherever these
times of wrestling come from, we still can name them as opportunities; second
chances to open our eyes anew to God’s presence and God’s way. We can let
ourselves see life from a different perspective; we can rediscover our gifts
and potential; we can get lots of practice leaning into the promise.
I'm more aware of how important it is to stay grounded.
When we lose our balance, when things change and we find ourselves making all sorts of adjustments, that’s when we can learn to live with intention and attention. We put one foot in front of the other, we take our time, we stay aware, we move with care. And we take time to “be still: to know that God is God” (Psalm 46). To trust that God is God. To let God be God. And we remember – with deep gratitude - how interdependent we are on the supportive grace and wisdom of others.
When we lose our balance, when things change and we find ourselves making all sorts of adjustments, that’s when we can learn to live with intention and attention. We put one foot in front of the other, we take our time, we stay aware, we move with care. And we take time to “be still: to know that God is God” (Psalm 46). To trust that God is God. To let God be God. And we remember – with deep gratitude - how interdependent we are on the supportive grace and wisdom of others.
And, I am much more aware of the power of pain.
When things are going well, it’s easy to become complacent. But when we hurt, we can be reminded that pain and hardship are the lot of most people in the world most of the time; we can become more sensitive to the struggles and the wrestlings of others. I’ve learned that pain can either shut us down and make us smaller. Or it can break us open and make us larger - more loving, more patient and more compassionate.
When things are going well, it’s easy to become complacent. But when we hurt, we can be reminded that pain and hardship are the lot of most people in the world most of the time; we can become more sensitive to the struggles and the wrestlings of others. I’ve learned that pain can either shut us down and make us smaller. Or it can break us open and make us larger - more loving, more patient and more compassionate.
Like Jacob may we
hold on tenaciously to God – boldly expecting God’s blessing and trusting in
God’s promise even in the midst of the struggle.
Like Paul may we
be empowered with new vision and passion for the people we are ever becoming,
trusting that it is God who is always bringing us into being.
Like Megan may we
be bold to step out of what-has-been and into what-may-be.
May God never
cease sharpening and shaping faithfulness in each of us individually and all of
us together for whatever challenges lay ahead.
Terence E.
Fretheim, “Genesis” The New Interpreter’s
Bible, Volume 1 (Nashville: Abingdon Press, 1994) 568.
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