Genesis…
That massive book full of stories that span a period of thousands of years.
That book that I loved growing up in Sunday school.
That book that gave me “chronic brain-juice failure”.
That book where color coding never seems to end.
That book that establishes forever and always who God is, and what humanity is.
The biggest theme that I followed as I went through these stories was the character of God. What is He like? What does He feel? Why does He do what He does in this book? And the answers were always the same, always repeated over and over again. God is good. God is faithful. God is patient. God cannot abide evil because He is opposite of evil. God is light and life. God protects those He chooses. God brings joy. He is great, the Almighty, and His will is indestructible. God loves with a passion, His love goes above and beyond anything the human mind could ever fathom. His choices are supreme, and He is merciful. So, so merciful and gracious. And God blesses. Over, and over, and over again we see Him bless. And why? It beats me why He would, because I sure wouldn’t. Isn’t it funny how the imperfect can judge one another, and get angry about sins that they have no right to criticize?
Why, I ask you, would God choose a man like Abraham? Abraham ignored God’s commands, tried to sell his barren wife Sarah (twice!), and slept with a slave woman because he didn’t want to wait for God to fulfill his promise of a son. But God chose him. And Abraham believed God, and it was counted to him as righteousness. He was righteous, not perfect. And in the end, he did obey God. He acted out of faith and almost offered his son on an altar as God had commanded him…but God provided another way. He gave another life in place of the son that Abraham loved.
And why would God choose a man like Isaac? He could have chosen Ishmael. He could have chosen Lot. He could have chosen anyone else…but He didn’t. He chose the child of the promise. He chose a man who feared Pharaoh and so lied about his wife being his sister (funny how history repeats itself…like father, like son I suppose). He chose a man who played favorites with his sons and tried to ignore what God had said would happen: that the older child would serve the younger. The younger, Jacob, would be the next carrier of the promise and the blessing of God. But God chose him. God made him righteous, and worked with and through a flawed man.
And Jacob? That liar and deceiver, whose very name means “supplanter”? Why would God choose him? Romans shows us how God chose Jacob even before he was born. He chose him over Esau. God went counter-cultural and chose the younger son to be the inheritor of the promise, of the blessing and riches that God had given to this family. There’s very little that I can say I admire in Jacob. He played favorites, both with his wives and his children. He lied. He cheated. And when his daughter was raped, he did nothing. Yet he did seek God, he looked for Him, struggled with Him, and begged for His blessing. And when God did protect and bless Jacob, Jacob worshipped him. But God didn’t have to do any of that for Jacob…so why did He? Because He’s God. He gives, and gives, and gives. He gives to people that don’t deserve Him. He forgives people who don’t even want to know Him.
One story I loved watching unfold this time was the story of Leah. She was the neglected and unloved wife of Jacob. God blessed her and gave her children. At first she hoped and prayed that the children would make her husband love her more. She longed to be loved. To feel loved. To know that her husband loved her. But as the story moves on, she changes. She begins to recognize the work of the Lord in her life, and the names of her children change, they change into names that praise God for what He’s given her. For loving her. For giving her joy through her children. I think she gave up on the idea that Jacob would ever love her in the way that he loved Rachel. Instead she clung to a much stronger love, a love that filled her with joy and changed her heart. A love that completed her, became her everything, gave her self-worth, and was ever constant. Leah’s story makes me happy, happy in a way that makes you want to cry. The flipside to this story is that Rachel never found this love. She stole her father’s household gods, was jealous of what Leah had, and died with sorrow in her heart. Rachel’s story makes me sad. She searched and searched and failed to see what was right before her eyes: that God’s love is better than that of a man, better than anything this world could offer. It’s better than life itself (as the Psalmist would say, Psalm 63:3).
And Judah? Why God chose Judah to be the carrier of the promise after Jacob, I honestly can’t understand. The most honorable thing he did was to offer himself in place of his younger brother Benjamin, who his father loved very much, when he thought his brother was in danger of being enslaved. But he sold his brother Joseph, and slept unknowingly with his daugher-in-law Tamar who was dressed like a prostitute. But God chose Judah to be the next carrier of the promise. He chose Him because He had a plan, a plan of redemption. A plan that would bless all the nations of the earth. The name of His plan: Jesus. God chose to redeem the line of Judah, and through doing that to redeem all who would believe in the promised Son of God.
Joseph seems to end the book well and give the biggest reasons for why things happened or even happen now. He tells his brothers that what they meant for evil, God meant for good. What they meant to be death, God meant to be life to the world (does this sound familiar? Who killed Jesus and what did they want it to mean? What had God chosen it to mean?). His choices are supreme, because His plan is supreme.
I’ll leave you with a song, because I like songs and I feel like this one fits so well with what we see in Genesis.
“I am a man who built his house on sand
I am a thief upon a cross
I’m just like Judas, that sorry fool who can’t be glad for what he’s got
That’s why I’m hanging on to the cross on which I’ve flung my hopes and dreams
It’s by the grace of God I hang my head and sing
My God, You are good, You are great,
You are love
I Am . . .
I am a man who has been bought by love.
I am a man who sold his soul.
I’m like the man, who when he found his pearl:
He gave up everything he owned.
That’s why I’m hanging on to the cross on which I’ve flung my hopes and dreams
It’s by the grace of God I lift my hands and sing – sing!
My God, You are good.
You are great,
You are love, You are love, You are love, You are love
And I am loved.”
(“I Am”, The City Harmonic)