To Touch Him 4:  From despicable slime to Saint: theunfetteredpreacher 

Jacob’s tale, from despicable slime to strong Leader.

The Lord had proclaimed, while the twins were still in the Womb.  “Jacob I have loved, Esau I have hated.

His Mom, Rebecca, had received this message, and she loved Jacob also.  

While Issac, (Dad), loved Esau. 

Esau, the first born,  came out of the womb, with Jacob’s hand firmly attached to his foot.  He became a hunter, a hairy man, a man of action.  

While Jacob was a plain man who dwelled in tents.

Esau was not necessarily a man of thought or planing, too busy doing, to worry about what might be happening right before him.   

He came home hungry one day, and sold his birthright to Jacob, for a bowl of porage. 

Later, when Isaac was preparing to die, Rebecca instructed and helped Jacob to steal his brothers  blessing. (Read Genesis 25-27)

The blessing of the first born…  A big deal:  (Genesis 27)

Isaac ended up giving Jacob, the blessing meant for Esau.  Blessing him, he said, See, the smell of my son is as the smell of a field which the Lord hath blessed:  
“Therefore God give thee of the dew of heaven, and the fatness of the earth, and plenty of corn and wine:
Let people serve thee, and nations bow down to thee: be lord over thy brethren, and let thy mother’s sons bow down to thee: cursed be every one that curseth thee, and blessed be he that blesseth thee.”

   >  The blessing of plenty,  to never be in need.

   >  All his brethren, other nations, everyone would serve him.

   >  The Lord would curse those who curse and bless those who bless him.

I would love to have that blessing in my life.  (By the way, We do, if we serve the Lord).

Esau’s only received this second rate blessing from Isaac: 

Behold, thy dwelling shall be the fatness of the earth, and of the dew of heaven from above;

And by thy sword shalt thou live, and shalt serve thy brother; and it shall come to pass when thou shalt have the dominion, that thou shalt break his yoke from off thy neck.

And Esau hated Jacob because of the blessing wherewith his father blessed him: and Esau said in his heart, The days of mourning for my father are at hand; then will I slay my brother Jacob.”

   <  He would live off the fat of the land

   <  He would be a Warrior,  and live by the sword

  <  He would eventually brake the yoke of his brother off his neck.   

(This yoke was his, Unforgivness, hate, and resentment of his brother, for the wrongs done to him).

Rebecca arranged yet more for Jacob.   A way to escape, and another blessing as he goes.

Isaac called Jacob, and blessed him, and charged him, and said unto him, Thou shalt not take a wife of the daughters of Canaan.

Arise, go to Padanaram, to the house of Bethuel thy mother’s father; and take thee a wife from thence of the daughers of Laban thy mother’s brother.

And God Almighty bless thee, and make thee fruitful, and multiply thee, that thou mayest be a multitude of people;

And give thee the blessing of Abraham, to thee, and to thy seed with thee; that thou mayest inherit the land wherein thou art a stranger, which God gave unto Abraham.

And Isaac sent away Jacob: and he went to Padanaram unto Laban, son of Bethuel the Syrian, the brother of Rebekah, Jacob’s and Esau’s mother.

That he would be:

   >  Blessed by God, to be fruitful and multiplied.

   >  That he would receive the Blessings promised to Abraham, to him and his seed.

Again, Blessings that should have been Esau’s.  He went to his Uncle’s was cheated, and treated wrong.

He didn’t complain, or cry… or cheat his Uncle,  something had changed him, while on his way.

Watch this spot.   Thanks

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