I’ve always liked the story of Jacob and Esau, two brothers at conflict from inside the womb. There are bad choices, some bad parenting, intrigue and trickery. And then there’s this epic scene where after so many years of separation the brothers will meet again at last.
Jacob is afraid of his brother. My guess is he regrets some of the choices he made earlier, if not the fact that they were part of God’s plan at least the fact that he mishandled the relationship with his brother.
And now it’s time to come home, but to get home he has to get through Esau. And he’s heard Esau is coming with 400 men. I don’t know about you, but I don’t take 400 people with me to most family reunions.
Jacob, always he crafty one, sends waves of gifts, divides his family, and even bows low to the ground indicating his reverence for his brother. And then there’s chapter 33, verse 4 of Genesis. “But Esau ran up and embraced him, held him tight and kissed him. And they both wept.”
Loved with the love of family.
Jacob tells his brother in verse 10, “When I saw your face, it was as the face of God smiling on me.”
I understand that sentiment a little better today, having walked through this past week. I see the faces, so many faces, that came and those who couldn’t come but who prayed all the same. And through those much-loved faces, I see the light of God’s love as it poured out on us rich and deep and sure.
Thank you all for being part of God’s light shining on our family during this dark time.