You shall no longer be called Jacob, but Israel

Preached 17 October, 2010, Christ Episcopal Church, Cooperstown, New York.

28Then the man* said, ‘You shall no longer be called Jacob, but Israel,* for you have striven with God and with humans,* and have prevailed.’

Names today aren’t quite as socially important as names were in Old Testaments times, but we understand how meaningful it is to name a child after a loved one or to carry a name that holds a particular weight.  My middle name is “Rose,” which is also the name of my great-grandmother, who is one of the people most dear to my mother—my great-grandma Rose is still alive, so I take it as good luck that I, too, carry her name.  In today’s Old Testament lesson, Jacob’s name is changed after a great struggle.

When Jacob was born, hanging on the heel of his older twin brother Esau, he was named as “the one carried on the heel” which was a figure of speech in ancient times for “supplanter” or “deceiver.”  Jacob sure lived up to this name, stealing the blessing meant for the first-born son from his brother by tricking their father, and later, stealthily building up his flocks out of his father-in-law Laban’s animals, agreeing to be paid only in livestock.  In ancient literature, and even in some stories today, there’s a character role that Jacob is fulfilling in Genesis—he’s the “trickster.”  This sort of character shows up in Greek and Roman myths, in Native American myths, and even in children’s stories.  The “trickster” is a rule-breaker, but he does it purposely, to get ahead of the game.  A trickster doesn’t have a black-and-white conception of right-and-wrong, but instead tends to judge situations based upon his personal interest at the time.  In stories about animals, the fox and the wolf are often cast as tricksters, like in Little Red Riding Hood, where the wolf pretends to be the girl’s sick grandmother.  Jacob is part of this family of trickster characters, which makes his name especially appropriate, and which makes his re-naming in our lesson so important.  After Jacob outsmarts his father and brother in obtaining the special blessing, he leaves town.  That’s the last time he sees his brother before the meeting talked about in the passage this morning.

No wonder Jacob was so nervous.  He’d grown up enough in the interim, having been tricked himself by his father-in-law, to understand the import of what he had done to his brother as a young man.  Unlike most tricksters in ancient literature, though, Jacob exposes that he has a sense of right and wrong.  This is one way that shows how the stories in Genesis are different from classic ancient literature—our trickster has a heart, and struggles with himself.  The Bible’s famous trickster isn’t like other tricksters; while this was a story that would have been familiar to ancient people, they would have been able to identify Jacob as the trickster immediately by his behavior, if not just his name, they also would have seen that this wasn’t the way a trickster was supposed to act.  A trickster doesn’t ever grow a conscience—the point of being a trickster is to always be a bit of an outsider, albeit a financially successful and very clever one.  In this story, we see as we do many times in these patriarch narratives that God uses deeply faulted people—real people.  We know that God uses people like us, God uses US, to enact His will in this world.

Let’s look more closely at the re-naming piece now.  In verses 22 through 30, Jacob is wrestling.  We find out at the end that he’s wrestling with God.  This trickster doesn’t want to continue in that life-path, but it’s hard to derail years of clever circumventing of the rules.  Jacob is wrestling with getting off that train, so to speak, and setting a new course for the rest of his life, starting with facing his brother again.  This intimate look at Jacob’s rough night give us a window into our own struggles—just as Jacob wrestled with God over his knee-jerk tendency to promote himself at other’s expense, we have inner struggles.  We tend to have short tempers or tell lies much faster than the truth, or struggle with addiction or faithfulness to our spouses—those habits that we try to hide from others.  These trappings of faulted human life are the sort of thing that we might wrestle with God about at night, like Jacob.

In the morning, we see, Jacob is given hope—God not only blesses him, but changes his name.  What a startling and freeing step for Jacob—to no longer hear “deceiver” any time his name is spoken, but instead to be reminded that “God strives” each time he’s called.  In verse 28, “the man” blesses and re-names him, dubbing him “the one who strives with God.”  The newly-minted “fighter” fords the river to face up to his brother, knowing that God has blessed him.

In chapter 33 of Genesis, directly following this story, Esau and Israel come face-to-face.  For a moment, let’s think about what Esau must have felt, having been warned the day before that his younger brother was approaching.  They hadn’t spoken since decades earlier when wily Jacob had taken Esau’s rightful older-brother-blessing.  Indeed, Esau’s last recorded words, in chapter 27 of Genesis, verse 41, were “Now Esau hated Jacob because of the blessing with which his father had blessed him, and Esau said to himself, ‘The days of mourning for my father are approaching; then I will kill my brother Jacob.””  Of course, their mother intervened and Jacob survived and fled, but that had been the tenor of their last interaction.  As they approached each other, Esau knew nothing of the night before, he didn’t know that Jacob’s name was no longer “deceiver,” but “the one who strives with God”—the one who, by God’s grace, becomes a man of character.

In chapter 33 of Genesis, verse 4, “Esau ran to meet him, and embraced him, and fell on his neck and kissed him, and they wept.”  Esau, though he had known his brother better than anyone as children, knew that during their time apart, Jacob may have changed.  Esau let go of his violent, rightly-placed anger during the intervening decades and gave Jacob space to be a new person when they met again.  Esau knew that God could change Jacob, just as Esau surely had been changed, and so, when they met again, instead of continuing with the plan he’d had years ago, Esau didn’t assume that he knew Jacob and could predict the way he would behave based on their past.  Esau looked to the future and was open to be blessed by the new family member that Jacob, now Israel had become.

Israel teaches us that no one is stuck being a trickster for his entire life, and Esau teaches us that the greatest blessing among friends and family is being given the space to develop from being a trickster to becoming one who reminds us that God strives. Amen.

the blessings of brothers (and sisters)

On Wednesday, I told the story of Jacob/Israel during my school’s chapel service (I am the chaplain of the St. Michael School of Clayton)–it was the first time I ever saw the first through sixth graders absolutely silent and absolutely still (now I thank God that I loved theater as a little girl and know how to tell a good story–I’ve got ’em!).

First, I said I was going to tell a story about a person whose character changed when he put “God in his thinking; God in his speaking” (this is a phrase from a prayer we pray to close chapel every day).  Two hands shot up–I didn’t realize they’d try to guess who!–the first said, “I’ll bet it’s Paul!”  I was so sorry to say that it wasn’t (but believe me, I’m bringing in my huge drop cloth next week to talk about Paul); the second hand said, “It’s Jacob, right?”  And we were off–I talked about how he’d fought his twin brother right out of the womb, how he deceived his brother and father and stole the special oldest-son blessing, how he ran away and was subject to an unfair master himself, and then realized the error of his ways and repented.  He was so sorry, I told them, and he’d been so changed by his experience, that God changed Jacob’s very name (i preached on this passage a year or two ago, text forthcoming).  God changed Jacob’s name to Israel, and Esau, his brother, forgave him when they met the next day (the chapel at the Church of St. Michael and St. George–where we hold chapel–has a stained glass window depicting Jacob’s dream and the name change).

I think I ended the story weakly–something like, “And so, when we have God in our thinking and in our speaking, we are kinder, and more honest, and more loving to each other.”  Learning, as I am, that ministry is mostly about asking questions to encourage people to think (duh–the most revelatory moments of my own journey have been the direct result of (Holy Spirit movement) gently-asked, probing questions), I wish I’d asked a question instead.  Following this train of thought, I wondered, “what’s the question I should have asked?”  “Who are we in the story?”  As Newton’s apple, the answer dropped into my head, “we’re Esau.”  I remembered the way that I’d opened my arms wide at the front of the chapel, showing the children what Esau did when he saw his long-lost, double-timing brother.  Some audibly gasped (what joy that these stories hold such power!  it’s been so long since I didn’t know the story that I’ve become inoculated to its shock value).  “Can you imagine being like Esau?  Can you imagine forgiving your brother or sister or friend for something like what Jacob did?”

Our culture does quite the job of telling us that we’re okay–we’re fantastic, even–just the way we are.  We don’t need forgiveness, we don’t need help, we don’t need to be told how to do things–we’re quite capable of pulling ourselves up by our own bootstraps.  Esau teaches us that the way we are–grudge-holding–is not okay, it is not the way that makes more of us.  Deceit, in the long run, makes less of us.  Holding onto the (bad) past makes less of us  (the old saying goes, it’s like drinking rat poison yourself and being sure that this will kill the other person).  Think of the story of Jacob & Esau next to the story of the Prodigal Son.  Have you heard, “the real question of the parable of the Prodigal Son is, ‘did the older son come into the banquet?'”?  We know that Esau did, we know that Esau’s story challenges us to do the same, and we wonder, as we, the older brother, stand on the edge of the threshold, whether we can let go of the words or actions (or lack of words or actions) that hold us back from opening our arms to our siblings (friends, spouse, parents…).

why we should dress up to go to church.

In August, I drove to Ohio to visit my family for a weekend and to collect the dishes my grandmother had designated for me 12 years before, when she died.  After more than a decade, I had a stable enough (read: not-a-dorm-room!) home in which to keep and use these family heirlooms.  Though we have sturdy and colorful Fiestaware, I looked forward to using this set on weekends, on days I felt extra low, special occasions, and any time I longed to feel close to my grandmother and my family again.  Especially in a time when many kids move away from ancestral homes and lands, objects like these taken on extra meaning and reverence.

I remember Thanksgiving with these dishes (I’m talking specifically about the dinner plates/serving bowl in the photo above); just seeing them immediately makes me think of my grandmother, her home, how I felt when I was there, and by extension, the rest of my family.  In a way, when eating on these dishes, I’m eating with my family–we’ve shared meals on these plates and pieces.

This is the same thing that’s going on in church–this is why Episcopalians and Roman Catholics and other churches of “high” liturgy use silver-plated goblets and plates, and why they use fine linen napkins and tablecloths.  First, the meal that we join together to eat each Sunday (or whenever you go to church and enjoy a Eucharist) is an important meal, it is a meaningful meal–like Thanksgiving, or someone’s birthday, or the night the boss comes to dinner.  Second, just like the special dishes that remind me of my family and ancestors, our special silver chalice & paten (cup & plate) are reminders of the Christians who have worshiped God for generations before us, in that very church–they were bought or given by them and passed down through the generations of Christians called to be Christ’s church in a particular place; they’re heirlooms (metal lasts longer than clay or porcelain, let alone gold’s anti-bacterial properties–spurious or not, this comforts me).  Third, we believe that somehow, this bread and this wine is different than the stuff you pick up at the grocery store, and if it is different, if it is in some way Christ’s Body and Blood, then we ought to treat it with some care, and putting it on sturdy, beautiful, set-aside-for-that-use serving-ware seems like a good way to denote its importance.

Therefore, we dress up.  What I mean is that if we notice the importance of particular meals in our daily lives (Thanksgiving, birthdays, anniversaries, Christmas (!!)), ought we not remember the Last Supper in the same way?  A way for each of us to respond to God’s call to us is to present our best to him–our best clothes, for one thing.  Of course, God doesn’t love us less if we show up unshowered and with jeans on, nor does he talk about us behind our back with the Son and Holy Spirit; however, dressing up for church is a way of putting some of our own skin into the game, so to speak.  God does not require it!–but God does desire a contrite heart (and since we are not just hearts, but bodies, our clothing and how we use our bodies can be an offering and symbol of our contrition and honor and love for God).

Nineteenth Sunday After Pentecost – Hard Heartedness – the Church of St. Michael and St. George

“But Jesus said to them, ‘Because of your hardness of heart, he wrote this commandment for you.’”
During the storms early last week, Jordan and I found ourselves in the Schnuck’s parking lot.  In the driving rain, I had turned the wrong way down one of the lanes, accidentally.  Unfortunately, it was not one of those mistakes that was going to go unnoticed.  A minivan raced up the lane, going the correct direction, and as I stopped my car, having just completed the wrong turn, the driver of the other vehicle began gesturing, flailing her arms, glaring at me.  I was stuck—she hadn’t left enough space for me to inch past her, there was significant cross traffic behind me, and she desperately desired the parking space I was inadvertently blocking with my car.
The logistics might be confusing, but the heart of the matter is this: in poor driving conditions, I’d made a traffic mistake, and as driving blunders go, it was a very small one; but this woman in the minivan was not going to let it slide.  She seemly jumped at the chance to ream me out from the safety of her car, reveling in my vulnerable position.
This, I turned and told my husband, is why I do not understand your mother.
No, no, not like that.  Really, the reason I thought of her is that she has developed a different knee-jerk reaction to strangers than the one that I have.  I tend to assume that people are always out to get me.  I generally expect to be berated in a grocery store parking lot, yelled by a passerby if I forget a plastic bag when I take my dog outside to go to the bathroom at 6 a.m., and raked over the coals for not being ready to order the moment I reach the front of a queue at a café.
Unlike me, my mother in law operates out of the assumption that everyone around her has a soft, generous, fleshy heart.  Though sometimes she may be wrong and someone with a hard heart may snap at her, her experience of life is much more like what God had in mind for us humans and for our relationships when he created the world—people walking around, forgiving, and being generous, being gentle with each other and being open with one another.  Jesus appeals to God’s original plan for human relationships in the Gospel text today as he responds to questions about the distance between the ideal what the law requires.
By pointing to the very beginning of time, Jesus is drawing attention to the norm that God established, which is human relationships that cultivate character and grow love and provide support for the weak.  This passage is about much more than divorce; it is about understanding the way that God sees the world and learning what God desires for each of us.
Jesus explains that though there are allowances that holy men, like Moses, have made for people throughout the ages, God never meant for our relationships to be bogged down with selfishness and violence.  Humans naturally carry around hard hearts—we’re prone to selfishness and to following the easiest, least invasive course of action.
For example, in Marilynne Robinson’s novel, Home, a wayward son returns as his father, a Presbyterian minister, nears death.  Instead of mirroring the famous parable, however, this story focuses on the father’s struggle to forgive his child.  Though the Reverend tries to welcome his son home with joy and a feast, it soon becomes clear that his acceptance was a veneer, all is not quite yet forgiven.  In the course of the novel, as the two try to reach out to each other in their sincere but imperfect ways, the relationship continues to deteriorate; their last conversation as the son packs up to leave again ends with a refused handshake and a father’s gruff words, “Tired of it!”  At different points in the story, each man was hard-hearted, but in the end, the father refused to forgive before he understood why his son had become what he was, and that hard-heartedness remained until his death.
God’s soft heart continually has mercy for us as we continually sin against him.  A soft heart is one that loves so deeply and fully that it does not hold a grudge and it gives generously to anyone who is in need.  This is why Jesus takes children into his arms near the end of the passage—he says, “the kingdom of God belongs to people like these children.”  Jesus holds up the kids and says, “be dependent on God like these ones are dependent.”  Allowing control of your life, its direction and its provision, to be handed over to someone else— that kind of openness is a soft heart.  God makes himself open to us because he knows in his infinite wisdom that openness is the only way to deep love and true relationship.
Jesus jumps at the change that the Pharisees gave him, using divorce as an example of how we humans harden our hearts with each other and with God.  As fallen people, sometimes we do damage to each other that cannot be repaired in this world, but we know that God can heal the hard parts of our hearts at any time, if we make ourselves open to him.
Walking around our in our society with a soft heart is a recipe for scandal.  People who are willing to be open with another are the exception, and so they look strange and do strange things.  Jesus isn’t new to this—people in his time and place thought he was doing strange things, too.  To be Christian is to align ourselves with something against the grain of our culture, to stick out like a sore thumb among the people who snap at each other, yell in parking lots, and avert their gaze on the street.  We are people who forgive because we know that we are greatly loved.  We are people who give freely of our time—helping the neighbor who can’t rake her yard because she’s sick; we give freely of our money—knowing that we have more than enough and that God’s presence in this place is something to affirm with our whole selves; we give freely of our resources, our talents—singing and teaching and cooking and visiting others, because God has gifted each of us uniquely to join in his work of building the kingdom.
God sent Jesus to live a softhearted life, to show us that it is possible to respond with generosity and forgiveness even when you are surrounded by stony hearts.  Our own hearts can only be made soft by God himself—we depend on God to transform us, and he sent Jesus to lead us back to him, that we could be made open to God and to each other.
This week, I read a story that captures the difference between a hard heart and a soft heart: At the end of his trial, a serial killer sat with his legal counsel in a courtroom.  After being sentenced to life in prison without parole, the families of his 50-some female victims were lined up at a microphone and invited to address him.  Spouses, parents, and siblings of the victims hurled at him the worst words they could think of; they told him he would end up in hell, they said that he was an animal, they wished on him a “long, suffering, cruel death.”  Finally, the father of a victim took the podium, and haltingly, he said, “Mr. Ridgeway, um… there are people here that hate you…  I’m not one of ‘em.  You’ve made it difficult to live up to what I believe, and that is what God says to do.  And that’s to forgive.  You are forgiven, Sir.”
Amen.

a little gift

On Sunday, I got to bed too late and slept *horribly* (due to an over-abundance of cream and pasta and bread and butter… don’t you feel sorry for me?).  Monday morning, I was slated to preside at the 7 a.m. Eucharist.

I put on my coat and pulled out my key to lock the back door.  As the cold (38 degrees here this morning, yay!) hits me and the creeping light of dawn surrounds me on the back porch, it suddenly feels like I’m in Minnesota, about to hop in the truck with my dad to go to work with him, as I often do when I visit.  The familiarity brings on a wave of homesickness; not that Minnesota has always felt like home, but that familiar, comforting experiences are fewer and farther between in this new, but dear, place.  To pull the blanket of homely-comfort around me tighter, I tune my iheartradio app to Cities 97–one of the two stations my dad and I always listen to on the way to work, the other being WCCO 1370 AM (I could sometimes pick it up in Ohio on quiet nights, I wonder if it comes in here…).  I stop at Starbucks to ply myself with caffeine to prepare for the long day, and when I get back into the car to finish the six-minute drive to work, a song I’ve heard once or twice before comes on to the Cities 97 station.

Hold on, to me as we go
As we roll down this unfamiliar road
And although this wave is stringing us along
Just know you’re not alone
Cause I’m going to make this place your home

Settle down, it’ll all be clear
Don’t pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found

(“Home” – Phillip Phillips (is that a real name??))

These words spoke to me as God’s message this cold morning back in the Midwest.  I’ve been struggling the last months, missing North Carolina, Durham, Duke–home.  This song tells me, “remember to hold on to God–He is your home, no matter where you go.”  “this may be an unfamiliar road/place, but God has promised never to leave you alone, even here.” “do not allow fear to overtake you.  do not be overcome by loneliness or exhaustion or hardness of heart.” “and, when you are overcome, you will not be overcome forever, you will be found, and re-placed.”

This was God’s gift to me this morning; I am so grateful for the mercy we are granted when we need it.