Lectionary
readings: Genesis 25:19-34 and Romans 8:1-11
The
Old Testament reading this Sunday introduces the story of Father Abraham’s
grandsons. Twin boys, they wrestled with one another even before they were born.
Esau
was the first to break out from the confines of their mother’s womb, a man in a
hurry to prove himself. But his brother Jacob refused to let go of him,
arriving in the world gripping his brother’s heel.
As
they grew up, Esau earned a public reputation as a skilful hunter, a man whose
exploits fed bellies and hungry imaginations; while Jacob was a quiet man, a
private person, easily overlooked by the wider community.
But
the day came when Esau returned from the hunt exhausted and famished. Utterly
at the end of himself, his strength, and his resources, to the point of
believing he was about to die. Jacob was cooking a stew. Esau asked for some,
to revive him. Jacob replied that it would cost Esau his birthright, as the firstborn.
Esau responded that his birthright was of no use to him in this moment; but
Jacob insisted, and Esau agreed. Then Jacob gave his brother bread and meat,
and drink, because Esau had surrendered his right; and Esau was revived and
went on his way.
Esau
surrendered his life as right and received it back as gift.
And
from that day on, whatever Esau did was attributed to Jacob in him.
This
account points to Christ, and our relationship with him.
We
are Esau, desperate for independence, to earn a reputation, to be master of our
own life. “What do you do?” we ask one another, and “Where are you from?” How
far have you come from where you started out?
This
is the life we build.
Yet,
quietly, God and life and circumstance trick us out of the independence we prize.
Our bodies age, our strength fails us. As any parent will tell you, just as
they have figured out how to parent a three-year old, she is six, or twelve,
and the goal posts have moved and keep moving. One step ahead of us.
Saint
Paul, writing to the church in Rome, called it living according to the flesh.
‘The
flesh’ is a term the Scriptures employ to describe unaided human effort.
The flesh is not inherently bad—we are made in the image of God, God’s
good creation in whom God delights. But the flesh is inherently
compromised—sin invades and affects us like long-Covid. It is perfectly
possible to live according to the flesh, for a long time—perhaps even a
lifetime—especially with the kinds of resources—the privileges—many of
us have, as highly-educated middle-class professionals; and it isn’t a bad thing…but,
sooner or later, it will kill you. Eventually, we will run out of
ourselves.
Esau
says to Jacob, the brother who would not let go of him, ‘Give to me of the food
you have prepared.’ But Jacob will not be ignored, turned to only in crisis: “Oh,
God, if you only do this one thing for me, I will go to church every
week, for ever!” You cannot bargain with God. Jacob has what Esau needs, but for
Esau to receive it will cost him his self-sufficiency.
This
is the life we surrender.
Jesus
is the brother who will not let us go, whose grasp on us will not be broken,
though we pass from the womb to the world, or the womb of this world into the
world to come. This Jesus possesses the food that revives both body and soul, and
it is ours to have. This is both a free gift, and a prize that costs us everything.
For though we cannot buy this food, it is ours when we surrender the life that
is ours by right—
a
life that is dying, and of no use to us—
in
exchange for the life of God. The Spirit of God that raised Jesus from the
dead—
when
he laid down the life that was his by right—
living
Christ’s life in us.
This
is the life we receive.
That’s
a hell of an heavenly exchange.
Until you run out of yourself, you will have no need
for God. I don’t mean that until you run out of yourself, you won’t perceive
your need for God. I mean, you won’t need God. God has built enough blessing
into creation. But when you come to the end of yourself, you arrive home at
last. To the aroma of home-cooking, and a choice to make.
Come and eat. Everything is ready. We were just
waiting for you.