Genesis 27, 28; Matthew 18: 21-35; Romans 7:15-25

Just the other day, I heard a conversation at work about siblings.  One woman said that she and her sister had spent the weekend insulating a “d— dog house” for her aging parents, and described the hilarity of the situation and how well they got along.  Another woman described her sister as “crazy” for calling and trying to establish a relationship after 20 years of silence.  Their mother had recently passed away and this sister sought solace in the family ties that bind.  Then both of my coworkers turned to me and asked if I got along with my sister.  A quick rundown of each family name (I have three sisters and two brothers) left me tripping over a few hurdles.   I can immediately think of incidents that caused friction and even long periods of silence between us.  Even worse, I remember my vicious attempts to get my mother involved in my self-righteous, indignant logic – hoping to manipulate her into making my sibling see the light, or more likely, hoping to convince her that I am the ‘good daughter.’

 How dark is my own eye.

        Esau saw red when he learned of Jacob’s treachery.  He even wanted to kill his brother.  Fury and calculated revenge replaced the great disappointing loss he felt.  How does one begin to forgive in the midst of such thoughts? Time and lack of opportunity may save his brother from his wrath, but what of Esau’s soul sickness?  That’s what I feel in my unforgiving.

 A sickness of soul without hope of rescue.

      I wish I could say that I’ve learned to forgive, keep short accounts, and humble myself for the sake of others, but even remembering these past incidents with siblings feels like poking around in the fire, looking for a reason to stoke it back to life.  So even though I know to forgive, there is strong evidence of what the Apostle Paul says in Romans 7, “For I know that in me (that is, in my flesh) nothing good dwells, for to will is present with me, but how to perform what is good I do not find.”

 Confession: “Deliver me from this body of death.”

      That dark Hulk inside me who threatens, “You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry!” must learn to surrender these hurts and injustices to God in order to cease from maiming and disabling the ones that I love. I know my family will be grateful to be spared my emotional whirlwind, and may even agree with me in saying,

 “Thanks be to God – through Jesus Christ our Lord!”


Filed under 66 Books, Bible in a year reading plan, Genesis, Matthew, Romans

5 responses to “Genesis 27, 28; Matthew 18: 21-35; Romans 7:15-25

  1. dmbaldwin

    Once again how wonderful it is that these passages tie together with a common theme. I appreciated your post this morning. Great thoughts as we begin our day with friends and family.

  2. I didn’t see myself in these passages until you pointed it out. Thank you for giving sight to my blindness.

  3. That’s what I love about 66Books; so many perspectives! “Be strong, and let your heart take courage; All you who hope in the Lord.” Ps. 31:24


  4. Hand raised, I’m also part of an estranged relationship where bitterness and unforgiveness sit between us like guardian walls. For me, I had to shred every journal I’d kept since I was 13, because reading it “stoked the embers” like the fire was just yesterday. Those journals kept me where I had been, where she had been, instead of letting me live in the newness and freedom of who I am in Christ. (And the same for her.) I love the verses you pointed out … I’ve lamented with Paul over the frustration of sin’s hold on me … but the mystery key of dying with Christ on the cross, being free in him. How do we grasp it and claim victory over sin in the day-to-day–God who came and conquered it. Can’t we live victorious here too? The unusual pairing of victory in surrender. Great post.


  5. I’ve re-read this comment several times, Courtney. I kept hoping that something bright and enlightening would pop into my mind, but instead, I kept thinking how I get caught up in the same nursing and rehearsing of old wounds. Of course, now I’m not just thinking of my family of origin. The reminder that surrender (whether I say it or you) is the beginning of peace for me becomes a daily exercise in faith. Sometimes I sit in the car an extra five minutes and close my eyes as I say, Lord, please take this from me. The mind rests when I listen and stop speaking.

    “Be strong, and let your heart take courage; All you who hope in the Lord.” Ps. 31:24


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