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Monday, December 18, 2017

RACHELS DYING

blogging Genesis 35

1 Then God said to Jacob, “Arise, go up to Bethel and dwell there; and make an altar there to God, who appeared to you when you fled from the face of Esau your brother.”  
. . . So Jacob came to Luz (that is, Bethel), which is in the land of Canaan, he and all the people who were with him.
. . . Now Deborah, Rebekah’s nurse, died, and she was buried below Bethel under the terebinth tree. So the name of it was called Allon Bachuth.
. . . 16 Then they journeyed from Bethel.
And when there was but a little distance to go to Ephrath, Rachel labored in childbirth, and she had hard labor. 17 Now it came to pass, when she was in hard labor, that the midwife said to her, “Do not fear; you will have this son also.” 18 And so it was, as her soul was departing (for she died), that she called his name Ben-Oni; but his father called him Benjamin. 19 So Rachel died and was buried on the way to Ephrath (that is, Bethlehem). 20 And Jacob set a pillar on her grave, which is the pillar of Rachel’s grave to this day. (Genesis 35: 1-20)



Bethel was where Jacob first had a personal encounter with God.  Bethel was the twice anointed “house of God,” the holy city of Jacob’s generation.  The Lord told Jacob to stay, dwell, abide, live (depending on the translation) there.  The covenant family was to root their community at the geographical focal point of God’s revealed presence.

But Jacob didn’t want to do that. 

Sometimes when I’m preaching I see a congregant weeping on a back row, the look of conviction and God’s invading grace written all over their face.  Sometimes they get up and come to the altar, but being confronted by God always forces you to confront yourself and sometimes that’s too much so they get up and leave early.

Maybe living at Bethel was too much like living in a moment of worship.  Maybe the constant reminder of God’s promises to him and his promises to God so convicted Jacob that he either had to come to the altar or leave early.   Jacob chose to leave early.  Early because Rachel, the love of his life, was pregnant, but Jacob put her on the road anyway.   Jacob made his personal agenda more important than his wife’s health and that’s when the story took a tragic turn.

Rachel had a long history of gynecological problems.  Genesis 29:31 says she’d been diagnosed with infertility, i.e. “Rachel was barren.”   She’d conceived only after lobbying her sister for access to a rare mandrake-based treatment (Genesis 30:14-24).   Years later she’d finally conceived again.  Remember Jacob loved Rachel dearly.  He wouldn’t have hurt her intentionally. He’d figured that they would reach Ephrath before the baby was due.  But before they left Bethel, Deborah died (Genesis 35:8). 

Deborah had been nurse to Rebekah, Jacob's mother. At some point, probably at Rebekah's request, she came to serve Jacob, or more specifically, Jacob's wives.  Nurses were trained midwives and experts in female health issues. With 3 generations of experience, Nurse Deborah was the Old Testament equivalent of senior physician in the women's health center.  

So, Rachel was traveling in the advanced trimester of a high-risk pregnancy and she’d just lost her primary women’s healthcare provider. 

And when there was but a little distance to go to Ephrath, Rachel labored in childbirth, and she had hard labor (Genesis 35: 16).

Either the caravan was late, or, more likely, the baby was early.  Rachel’s labor was distressed.  The midwife filling in for Deborah no doubt did her best.  She managed to save the premature baby, but “Rachel died and was buried on the way to Ephrath (that is, Bethlehem)” (Genesis 35:19).

In the movies, when a woman dies in childbirth she says something brave and inspiring before she passes away.  The Bible does not script inspiring scenes but it reports the often unpleasant truth from the lives of our spiritual ancestors.   

“And so it was, as her soul was departing (for she died), that she called his name Ben-Oni; but his father called him Benjamin”(Genesis 35:18).

Rachel’s last words as she looked at the son she would not get to raise were “He is Ben-Oni” which translates into “He is the ‘son of my sorrow’ .”   Jacob changed the motherless boy’s name to Benjamin meaning “son of my right hand.”  It seems kind to save the child from such a sad name, but maybe it wasn't kindness but guilt.


Maybe Jacob didn't want the sound of his son's name to remind him that his decisions, his priorities, his POLICIES had killed the woman he loved.

Would Rachel have gone into premature labor if they’d stayed in Bethel where she could’ve stayed on bed rest instead of bouncing on the back of a donkey, or a camel, or the bed of an ancient cart? We can't know.  

Would Rachel have survived the birth if she’d had access to the senior midwife in Bethel instead of  Deborah’s trainees traveling with them?  We can't know.

We can’t know if the best Bronze Age medical care in Bethel was good enough to save Rachel from being a mortality in childbirth statistic. But, we do know that there were better healthcare options than going into labor on the side of the road.  We do know that the man Jacob made decisions that separated the woman Rachel from her best healthcare options. 


We know that God, in His infinite, precognitive wisdom wanted Rachel to have access to the better healthcare options. We know because God told Jacob to STAY in Bethel which would have kept Rachel and her high-risk pregnancy off the road to Bethlehem.  

Rachel died as too many women since have died when their best healthcare options were rendered unattainable by the decisions of men whose agendas weren’t really about keeping women healthy.   Jacob meant no harm to Rachel.  He loved her, but his plans in Ephrath were more important than her medical history and prenatal needs. 



We live in a nation that has cured male pattern baldness and erectile dysfunction.  We’ve figured out how to save and redeploy a soldier blown up on a battlefield two countries away from a decent hospital.  But 3,000-plus years after Rachel, women in the greatest nation in the world still die from having a baby. 

We don’t know a lot of things, but, if we believe the witness of Genesis we do know that God wants better care for His daughters than His sons have been providing the last few thousand years.  

So, brothers, instead of running ahead and forcing women’s health needs to submit to our priorities
we should hold up where we are.  We should stay, dwell, abide, live in this moment of conviction for our failings.  We should own, confess, and repent of our medical sins against women.  We should listen to what women who know women have to say about how to take care of women.  Instead of men setting women’s health on our path, we should take care of them the way God wants --- with the best resources this blessed place can produce.
  
---Anderson T. Graves II   is a writer, community organizer and consultant for education, ministry, and rural leadership development.

Rev. Anderson T. Graves II is pastor of Miles Chapel CME Church in Fairfield, Alabama. He writes a blog called A Word to the Wise at www.andersontgraves.blogspot.com

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Wednesday, September 6, 2017

BRO, IT DIDN'T HAVE TO BE THIS WAY: JACOB AND ESAU

 blogging Genesis 25:12-26

Isaac loved Rebekah.  After his mother’s death, Isaac had entered a state of inconsolable grief and depression. Their love had brought him out of the darkness (Genesis 24:67). 

Then they found out that Rebekah couldn’t have children.  They prayed for a miracle and they believed.  After all, Isaac himself was the miracle baby of a 90 year old woman and a 100 year old man.  Twenty years later Isaac was still praying.  Twenty years of faith and hope. It was worth it.

. . . the Lord granted his plea, and Rebekah his wife conceived (Genesis 24:21).

But there were complications, and Rebekah feared she would lose the baby.  Everyone around her was so positive, so full of “It’ll be fines” and “Don’t worry about its” that it made Rebekah sick.  Her anxiety turned to anger.  How could they know it would be all right if none of them knew what was wrong.

. . . and she said, “If all is well, why am I like this?” (Genesis 24:22)


“Only God knows, “ someone probably said, which sounded like the one helpful affirmation they had to offer.

So she went to inquire of the Lord (Genesis 24:22).

It’s hard to reconstruct exactly how Rebekah inquired of the Lord.  Did she seek out a surviving priest from Melchizedek’s order?  Did she ask her father-in-law Abraham (who was still living) to offer a sacrifice on her behalf?  Did she travel up the mountain to where her husband had nearly been sacrificed and cry out to the Angel of the Lord?  Maybe she just found a quiet spot away from the annoyingly positive masses.  Which ever way, it worked.

 And the Lord said to her: “Two nations are in your womb.  Two peoples shall be separated from your body.  One people shall be stronger than the other, and the older shall serve the younger.” (Genesis 25:23)


For us post New Testament believers God’s revelation to Rebekah sound ominous.  We know the long story of deception, anger, and mistrust between these brothers.  We know that their respective descendants waged ethnic war on each other for centuries.  But Rebekah didn’t hear any of that. 

Rebekah’s husband Isaac was given a greater birthright  than Ishmael who was 13 years his older brother.  It didn’t seem strange or tragic that her younger twin would outshine a brother older only by a few minutes.  So Rebekah didn’t hear an ominous warning.  She heard: I’m pregnant with twins.  My babies will be born healthy.  My sons will grow up to be great men.  Rebekah heard a blessing not a warning.

Rebekah was right.  At least, she could have been.

By the time Esau and Jacob, aka “Red” and “Tricky,” were young men the twins had firmly established polar-opposite identities.  Esau was the hairy-chested outdoorsman, and Jacob was the smart, introverted mama’s-boy (Genesis 25: 28). But that wasn’t what made them enemies. 
Their parents made them enemies.

One day, Esau came home hungry and Jacob said, “ I’ll give you some red stew if  you sell me your birthright as of this day.” (Genesis 25:29-31).
 
That’s too specific to be random.  There’s backstory to that proposition, a long history of little brother telling big brother:
“I’ll help you start the fire if you give me your birthright.”

“I’ll let you play with my toy if you let me have your birthright.”
“You can have my dessert if you let me have your right to the blessings of the firstborn.”

And why would young Jacob have it in his head to pester his brother for his birthright?  Why would any kid in the ancient world think that there was any chance that the eldest son would slip up and surrender the most important status any child could hold?

Because he was his mother’s favorite child and she had told him that God told her that he was destined to dominate his brother, so he was to keep asking until he got what God and Mama wanted him to have.

And why would any son agree to trade the greater claim to all the riches of Isaac and Abraham for the low-low price of a bowl of stew (and complimentary bread)?

Because his twin brother had been asking this question since they were little, and he didn’t take it seriously anymore, and it was just a thing they said, and whatever man, I’m hungry.

In other words, Jacob was a pest, Esau was an idiot (Hebrews 12:16, 17), and their parents turned that into actual, fatal enmity.

From the moment of Genesis 25:29, Jacob was legally entitled to the blessings of the firstborn,  a fact about which Isaac, the giver of  the blessings, should have been informed.  But either Rebekah thought it a better idea to direct an elaborate prank complete with lines, costumes, and (bad) voice acting; or Isaac ignored Jacob’s inheritance rights (Genesis 27).

Mama made Jacob lie.  Daddy tried to pass over both prophesy and the transfer of inheritance rights.  Jacob and Esau played their parts in a drama composed by their parents.  And the Israelites and Edomites waged war with each other for the duration of the Old Testament.

Rebekah and Isaac took  a double blessing and turn it into a half curse.

But it didn't have to be that way, and it doesn't have to be that way for us.  Do what Rebekah and Isaac should have done. 

1.  Mom and Dad, tell each other the truth up front.
If Isaac and Rebekah had created a culture of honesty then their sons would've been less likely to deceive each other or at least less likely to think the deception would be accepted by their parents.

2.  Love your children equally.  
Children often compete for parental affection, but parents are to have better sense than to stoke that competition.

3.  Plan together,  how to walk out God's will for your family.   A house divided can't stand.  A family united can stand anything.

Honesty. Love. Unity.
The way God meant for it to be. 

---Anderson T. Graves II   is a writer, community organizer and consultant for education, ministry, and rural leadership development.

Rev. Anderson T. Graves II is pastor of Miles Chapel CME Church in Fairfield, Alabama;  executive director of the Substance Abuse Youth Networking Organization (SAYNO);  and director of rural leadership development for the National Institute for Human Development (NIHD).

Subscribe to my personal blog  www.andersontgraves.blogspot.com .

Email atgravestwo2@aol.com
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Tuesday, August 29, 2017

THE SPECIALIST

Blogging Genesis 25:19-34
  

Genesis 25: 20 Isaac was forty years old when he took Rebekah as wife, the daughter of Bethuel the Syrian of Padan Aram, the sister of Laban the Syrian.
21 Now Isaac pleaded with the Lord for his wife, because she was barren; and the Lord granted his plea, and Rebekah his wife conceived.
22 But the children struggled together within her; and she said, “If all is well, why am I like this?” So she went to inquire of the Lord.
23 And the Lord said to her:
“Two nations are in your womb,
Two peoples shall be separated from your body;
One people shall be stronger than the other,
And the older shall serve the younger.”
24 So when her days were fulfilled for her to give birth, indeed there were twins in her womb. 25 And the first came out red. He was like a hairy garment all over; so they called his name Esau. 26 Afterward his brother came out, and his hand took hold of Esau’s heel; so his name was called Jacob. Isaac was sixty years old when she bore them.
27 So the boys grew. And Esau was a skillful hunter, a man of the field; but Jacob was a mild man, dwelling in tents.
28 And Isaac loved Esau because he ate of his game, but Rebekah loved Jacob.


Rebekah couldn’t have children (Genesis 25:22), but she and Isaac prayed for a miracle and tried to get pregnant despite the diagnosis.  After 20 years of infertility, their miracle happened.  Rebekah was pregnant. Twins. But there were complications.  She got sick and not the normal pregnancy sick.  Rebekah thought she was going to lose the babies.

She’d been the lady of a great household for 2 decades.  Her father-in-law Abraham had resources and connections that brought in the best midwives and healers in Canaan, but all they said was, “It’s going to be alright.”  

Rebekah didn’t want affirmations; she wanted answers.  She said, “If all is well, why am I like this?” (Genesis 25:22)
Her husband, her father-in-law, her servants, healers, and midwives: none of them could explain what was happening, So she went to inquire of the Lord (Genesis 25:22).

Going to inquire of the Lord probably meant more than “she prayed that morning.”  Rebekah travelled to a sacred location,  built (or had servants build) an altar and offered sacrifices there; or she brought gifts to a  known prophet so he would inquire of the Lord on her behalf (2 Kings 3:11; 2 Kings 8:8; Jeremiah 21:2).


In other words, Rebekah went to talk to a specialist. THE Specialist.

The Specialist explained like no other power could do.  And the Lord said to her, “Two nations are in your womb; two peoples shall be separated from your body. One people shall be stronger than the other, and the older shall serve the younger” (Genesis 25:23).


The twins were incompatible.  The physical complications of her pregnancy were the result of invitro conflict between the 2 fetuses.  The prognosis was that she would bring the babies to term and deliver them safely.  After 20 barren years and 9 painful months would be followed by a lifetime of conflict between her only 2 babies.

Congratulations.

If this were a fairy tale or a myth invented by ancient priests advancing a misogynist agenda to suppress dissent among the masses, then the story would have a happily ever after for the holy patriarch and matriarch of the Jewish nation.  If this were a fiction edited and published as holy writ, the heroine (Rebekah) wouldn’t play favorites with her children, and the hero (Isaac) wouldn’t pick the wrong son as his favorite.

And Isaac loved Esau because he ate of his game, but Rebekah loved Jacob (Genesis 25:28).

But this isn’t a fairy tale, or a myth.  This is the Bible, and the Bible tells the truth about what happened even when that truth is messy. 

The parents, Isaac and Rebekah, were good people; but they were human and, therefore, prone to screw up --- which they did.  They exacerbated the (literally) inborn animosity between their sons.  They pitted kid against kid and kid against spouse.  They all lived under the grace and remarkable favor of God, but within that sphere of blessing, they made some really bad choices.  That’s the messy truth.   

Inspirational affirmations declare that it will all be all right.  For some of us, that’s enough.  You feel better and go on. 

But some of us are more like Rebekah.  We want answers not affirmations.  We don’t need your motivation; we need your HELP.  Stop sending me text messages saying, “You can do it.” Meet me in the morning and HELP ME get it done. 

Anybody can be an encourager, but sometimes you need a specialist.  You need someone who will honestly and in detail lay out how screwed you are and then walk you through the steps necessary to unscrew yourself.  Some of us need a specialist who will be tell us the messy truth about the coming trouble and be present and participating when the next level of problems and opportunities arrive.  

Genesis 25 explains that such a Specialist is available. 
Have you any rivers
That seem un-crossable?
And have you any mountain
That you cannot tunnel through?
God specializes
In things impossible
And He will do what no other other power
but Holy Ghost power can do.



---Anderson T. Graves II   is a writer, community organizer and consultant for education, ministry, and rural leadership development.

Rev. Anderson T. Graves II is pastor of Miles Chapel CME Church in Fairfield, Alabama;  executive director of the Substance Abuse Youth Networking Organization (SAYNO);  and director of rural leadership development for the National Institute for Human Development (NIHD).

Subscribe to my personal blog  www.andersontgraves.blogspot.com .

Email atgravestwo2@aol.com
Follow me on twitter @AndersonTGraves 

Click here to support this ministry with a donation.  Or go to andersontgraves.blogspot.com and click on the DONATE button on the right-hand sidebar.

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