I am Esau


Once when Jacob was cooking some stew, Esau came in from the open country, famished.  He said to Jacob, “Quick, let me have some of that red stew! I’m famished!”…Jacob replied, “First sell me your birthright.”  “Look, I am about to die,” Esau said.  “What good is the birthright to me?”  But Jacob said, “Swear to me first.”  So he swore an oath to him, selling his birthright to Jacob.  Then Jacob gave Esau some bread and some lentil stew.  He ate and drank, and then got up and left.  So Esau despised his birthright.  Genesis 25:29-34

I am Esau, and so are you.

How often do we make this trade…something that is a quick pleasure, a fleeting indulgence, in exchange for the eternal inheritance we have in Christ.  Did I lose you at “eternal inheritance”?  Let’s unpack this in real life:

Do I get up early to spend time in prayer (eternal value), or hit the snooze and enjoy the comfort of my bed (quick pleasure)?  Do I stop at Starbucks and go for that white chocolate mocha “because it’s Monday,” or do I make black coffee at home because #stewardship and to teach myself to find comfort in the Lord instead of sugar? 

Esau had his mind set on the flesh, and he was seeking to satisfy his most base and immediate desires.  Isn’t this the struggle?  Every day we fight against these pulls on our flesh, these things that will give immediate comfort, pleasure, or ease.  Maybe it’s that chocolate ice cream or a glass of wine that we just “need” at the end of a long day of self-discipline.  Maybe it’s pulling out our phones to check Instagram or Facebook for some quick idolatry of what others might be thinking of our posts.  Just me?  I am so quick to look for little things in which to find bits of comfort, and I am quick to justify them as “balance.”  A little for God, a little for me. 

We can minimize and justify a great many sins in the name of ‘self-care’ and ‘moderation’ or whatever word for entitlement you want to use; but underneath our refusal to let go of these things is a belief—a belief that God is not enough to truly satisfy. 

There are a few things that stand out to me about Esau in this narrative.  First, he has put himself in a vulnerable spot.  He is hungry, exhausted, and discontent with his circumstances.  He comes in the door with one thought:  feed my flesh.  He has evidently been starving his spirit as well as his flesh. 

Compare this with Jesus’s response when Satan came to him after fasting for 40 days in the desert.  Satan tempts him by saying, “If you are the Son of God, tell these stones to become bread.”  And Jesus answers, “It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.’”  Jesus was hungry too, but He was content. He was filled by something else: “My food,” said Jesus, “is to do the will of him who sent me and to finish his work.” (John 4:34)

As with so many of the Bible’s lessons, this narrative is more about the heart than about the actions themselves.  Is it wrong to be hungry and to eat food in response to said hunger?  Of course not.  But when the food comes at the cost of our inheritance that Jesus died on the cross to give us…the heart behind that exchange is wrought with sin. 

There is one more thing I find interesting about this account.  After Esau sells his birthright, he eats, drinks, and gets up and leaves.  And then it says “he despised his birthright.”  I can relate to this.  We think we need that thing…that one thing that, if we can just acquire it, would make us happy and satisfy our hearts.  And then we get it.  God says, here, beloved, have it.  Have the thing you think will bring you more happiness than Me.  And we do.  We take it in both hands and we drink deep and we delight in it, for a moment.  But as we wash it down, it leaves a bitter aftertaste of emptiness and of the knowledge that it is not enough.  We eat, we drink, we get up and leave.

But here’s where we can be different than Esau…we can be ready.  Before the hunger and fatigue set in, we can be armed with contentment, fully satisfied in what God has already given us.  We can make our choices based on our belief that God really—really!—IS enough.  When we start to see our smallest choices as an opportunity to choose God over ourselves, it is truly liberating to realize we actually don’t need all of these things we think we need.  It’s so simple, it just might be the answer we’ve all been looking for.  God alone.  Nothing else.  Give it all, keep nothing, gain everything.  You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.” Psalm 16:11

Your Story Isn’t Boring


In the evangelical church community, it can feel like there is a lot of pressure to “have a story” and to share that story with others as our testimony of God’s grace.  It is a powerful gospel-sharing tool—however, it is easy to get too caught up in our part of the story, rather than God’s part of it, and make it more about us and our human drama than about Him.

Hear me say, we should definitely be sharing our stories!  But, many devoted Christ-followers are feeling left out in the cold because they feel that their stories are boring, or that their stories would not inspire anyone to trust in Jesus. This is how I felt about my story for 27 years of my life.  I grew up in a Christian home, had two married, loving parents, went to a Christian school, and didn’t drink or use drugs.  Nothing terribly traumatic had happened to me, and I couldn’t really pinpoint a specific day or moment when I trusted Christ as my Savior.  It had just kind of happened, over time, and I got baptized while I was in high school. 

Fast forward to 5 years into my marriage—we started attending Watermark (our current church home), and started hearing amazing stories of God’s redemption every single week.  It was so refreshing and contagious!  You couldn’t help but want a story like those.  I remember half-heartedly asking God to give me a story like that, because I thought mine was boring. 

Sadly and ironically, at that point I had already begun my unfaithfulness to my husband.  Somehow it didn’t register with me that I was already writing my own part of the story—all the broken, awful, heartbreaking parts of the story.  At the 6 year mark in our marriage, it was those amazing Watermark testimonies that moved my heart to repentance, and gave me the courage to trust God enough to confess the affair to my husband.  And then it was God’s turn to blow my mind. 

He brought both my husband and I to our knees in desperation, begging Him to give us hope for our marriage.  Begging Him to honor our attempt to salvage our broken pieces, and to make something beautiful from the ashes.  And He did, ya’ll!  He did. 

Oh yes, He gave us a story of grace and redemption, but even more than that, He gave us the greatest gift of all…Himself.  A true, real, living, working relationship with Him that neither of us had ever had before.  That’s the real story.  That’s the part that matters.  If it were just my story, it would be a sad story of brokenness and heartache without a happy ending.  But it’s not my story.  It’s His.

Do you see??  The dramatic part of the story is not ours! The crazy, insane, doesn’t-make-sense part is not the depth of our depravity, it is God’s amazing love that rescues us from it.  That a perfect God, who is straight-up love and goodness, sent His only Son to earth to die on a cross for our ugly, dirty, messed-up selves.  He takes us as we are, loves us where we’re at, and gives us a second chance when we don’t deserve it.

You guys need to know something about me though.  Back when I thought my story was boring…it wasn’t. I didn’t have “big” sins in my past, but I had plenty of other ones.  I was completely narcissistic, vain, and dishonest.  I lived primarily for my own joy and interests, rarely looking to the interests of others.  I was living for myself, not serving God’s kingdom or His people in the least.  I had dead faith

God could have used any of those things to write my story, because His part of it is always the same!  Radical, supernatural rescue from ourselves. 

God doesn’t save us from the world, He saves us from ourselves.  We all need His transforming grace, we all need to be rescued. 

So, my question to you is this…do you think your story is boring?  I guarantee you it’s not.  But there is a chance you might be blocking God’s part of the story.  Not in the sense that you have some power that God lacks, but in the sense that God doesn’t force His love upon us.  For God to write His part, we have to admit we are broken beyond all hope without Him. 

Are you still hoping in yourself, thinking your story is boring because you’re not very broken?  Perhaps you trusted in Christ in a transactional way, like the way you would sign a contract or an insurance policy.  Maybe it was on your checklist of “things upright people do as they grow up.” 

Maybe you believed in your heart but never trusted Him the way a skydiver trusts his parachute, or the way a climber trusts his rope—like your life depends on it. 

Oh friend, I want so badly for you to experience the radical joy that comes from falling on your face, utterly helpless before God.  And then experiencing His love as He lifts your chin and says, “I know.  I love you, my child.”  Let Him love you like that.  You have nothing to lose and everything to gain. 

“Whoever finds their life will lose it, and whoever loses their life for my sake will find it.” Jesus, Matthew 10:39