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The Brothers: Part 2

Posted on 15/06/2012

Esau gaped at his father in horror as the old man buried his face in his hands. “Pops… Tell me you’re joking,” he pleaded, voice trembling. “Please, tell me that cannot be true.”

Isaac moaned in agony. “How can I lie before the Lord and before you, my dearest son?” He couldn’t believe it. Jacob, his second son, had tricked him. Right before his very eyes. Sure, he could barely see much of anything but to mistake his smooth-faced, sweet-talking son for the gruff, hard-working son that he loved more than himself… it was too much pain to bear.

“But Pops, I said I would come to you and bring you food?” Esau was flabbergasted. “Okay, so Jacob can cook but you said mine was better! You loved me! How could this happen? How could Jacob betray me Esau like this?” He protested, hating himself for letting his guard down around Jacob.

After that day he’d let Jacob weasel him from the property rights, and after he’d gotten an earful from Isaac about selling himself short because of a measly stew, Esau was more ashamed now than then. He fell on his knees and put his hands together, right in front of his weeping father.

“Papa, please, you have to say something… say anything!” The pain was torture! His father was supposed to give him many blessings, since he was the first son. Instead, Jacob was walking around grinning from ear to ear, happy to have tricked him twice. Esau felt like the biggest fool but it hurt more that Isaac, his dear father, had helped.

Isaac shook his head, body trembling openly. Tears fell down his face. “Esau, I gave your brother Jacob, everything… Nothing I have left is what I want to give you. So what can I possibly do for you, my son?”

“There has to be at least one blessing for me too, Papa!” Esau didn’t want to believe that Isaac hadn’t intended on blessing Jacob. “Bless me too, my father!”

In the corridor, Rebecca stood holding Jacob’s hand tightly. She tried not to wince when her first son and husband wept openly and bitterly in Isaac’s room. How could she not have seen this coming?
“Mommy,” Jacob whispered, his eyes darting from left to right. “What should I do? Esau will kill me.”

Rebecca hushed him with a frown. She wanted to hear what Isaac would do for Esau. Then as the two stood eavesdropping into Isaac’s room, both their eyes grew wide with surprise and horror. Then they stared at each other and silently stepped away from the door.

“Wow…” Jacob said a few moments later, his brother and father still crying in the inner room. His body shivered with fear. He couldn’t believe it. His father had meant for him to be a servant to Esau forever. “Your dwelling will be away from the earth’s richness, away from the dew of heaven above. You will live by the sword and you will serve your brother…”

Rebecca was livid with anger. How could Isaac do this to her? To their sons! She quickly turned to Jacob and grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to look at her. “You need to leave now.”

Jacob blinked at her in confusion. “Where can I go? Why?”

“Esau will soon come out of the room and he’ll kill you. Simple as that.” Rebecca couldn’t bear the thought of losing Jacob, or Esau from his rage. She had to do something. “Don’t make me wish for death by staying here to battle with Esau for your life.”

Jacob nodded, imagining Esau’s strong hands squeezing his throat. He swallowed hard. “Where?”

“Paddan Aram,” Rebecca said without hesitation. “My father lives there with my brothers.”

“Go to Grandpa’s place?” he frowned to himself. He and Esau had only heard about Paddan Aram, his mother’s birthplace. Even Isaac hadn’t been there. What if they didn’t believe he was their relative?

She nodded, as if reading his mind. “Just tell them who you are, they’ll know and receive you with good hospitality.” She was already pushing him toward the main gate.

Jacob shook his head, glancing over at the closed door to his father’s room. “What if Esau knows I escaped and gets mad, and comes looking for me?”

The door slammed close in the inner room and Rebecca gasped loudly. “Go!”

Without hesitation, fear prompting him, Jacob nodded and sprinted through the gate without much of a glance behind him. His heart was in his stomach, racing fast as he escaped from home, leaving Isaac, Rebecca and Esau behind.

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The Brothers: Part 1

Posted on 15/06/2012

In a time long ago, in the far away land called Beer Lahai Roi lived a man named Isaac. He was the son of Abraham, the father of the Israelites, a friend of God. Isaac had two sons, twins named Esau and Jacob. Esau, a burly man with lots of hair was a skillful hunter, a man of the open country as his neighbors would say and his father would proudly boast… while Jacob was content to stay at home, close to his family. Some would say he was a bit of a “mama’s boy” and frankly, Jacob didn’t mind it. Especially since Isaac favored Esau.

One hot afternoon, Jacob stood in front of a boiling pot with a smile on his face. He knew his mother would be proud of how talented he was in the kitchen. Maybe his father would want a bowl too. He could just imagine the proud smile on his father’s face and grinned to himself.

A grunt behind him caught Jacob’s attention and he glanced over his shoulder to see a burly man ambling across the grounds toward the tent. He rolled his eyes and turned away just as Esau was greeted by a servant girl. “Bring me some water,” his older brother barked in a hoarse voice before he turned and spotted Jacob’s skinny frame by the fire.

But not before the aroma of whatever was in front of Jacob assailed his senses and sent his stomach rumbling loudly and twisting painfully. Frowning to himself, Esau straightened his shoulders and walked over, ignoring the cup of water extended to him by the servant girl.

Esau peered over Jacob’s shoulder and his eyes widened in delight. Still, he maintained his composure. “Whatchu cooking?” he asked casually, taking a deep breath of the sweet meal.

Jacob smirked to himself, knowing Esau’s mouth was probably watering with longing. “Lentil stew.”

“Is that for you or the entire house?”

Gotcha, Jacob thought silently. “Maybe… What are you eating?”

“Uh, well, I was going to wait for Pops to wake up before I eat… But…”

“But what?” Jacob kept on stirring the beans slowly, letting the steam travel over his shoulders.

“If you want to share… I wouldn’t mind a plate,” Esau frowned to himself. Why was Jacob acting this way? Hadn’t he heard the grumbling of his stomach? Didn’t Jacob even care to offer without him asking, knowing that he was hard at work hunting the land for the meat the house provided. “Besides, I’m pretty sure some of the meat used in this stew was caught by me.”

Jacob didn’t reply, a laugh caught between his lips. The desperation in Esau’s voice was thrilling! “Perhaps… Perhaps not. I can offer you a bowl…”

“Great!”

“Under one condition…”

Esau rolled his eyes, still staring at the delectable dish before him. Even now, Jacob was reaching for a bowl to pour a hefty amount of beans and meat. His tongue tingled in anticipation. “Yes…?” he said distracted by the sweet-smelling food only a few inches from him.

“Remember that pesky paper Dad gave you when we were little?” Jacob’s eyes twinkled in amusement, watching his brother stare intensely at the steaming bowl of bean stew.

Esau nodded, still in a daze. “The birthright thingy?”

“Uh-hmm.”

“What about it?” he licked his lips subconsciously, his stomach rumbling.

“Give it to me.”

Esau blinked, snapped from his daze. “Huh?” He glanced at his brother’s stoic face. “Give you my birthright for some stew?”

Jacob stared back at him. “You don’t even know what it is. It’s probably not that important.”

“So why do you want it?” he narrowed his eyes in suspicion at his brother.

Jacob shrugged, placing the bowl on the table near the stove. “I guess you don’t want this stew that badly. You’re obviously not hungry.”

Esau scowled as his brother had the audacity to extend the bowl to the servant girl still holding the water. He stepped forward to intercept the exchange, glaring down at his brother. “Fine! What does it matter? I’m about to die of hunger and you’re talking about some silly paper.” He reached for the bowl and growled in frustration when Jacob held it behind him. “What now?!” he barked impatiently.

Jacob glared back up at him. “Swear first that you’ll give it to me.”

Esau and the servant girl blinked at him. “Swear for what? It doesn’t matter.”

“Swear first,” Jacob repeated in a firm voice. He was not going to accept Esau coming back to say he was just joking and ask for it back. And if Dad and Mommy asked, he’d have proof and a witness. “Swear.”

“Alright, alright. I swear that you can have the silly birthright paper,” Esau said casually, then reached behind his brother and snatched the steaming bowl from him.

Jacob didn’t protest, grinning from ear to ear as his brother walked away, chomping down on the stew. “Feel free to come back for seconds!” he called after his brother, his heart jumping for joy within. Finally he could face his father with some pride now. No more hiding behind his brother as though they were not equals. By law, by this property and birthright he’d been given fair and square, he and Esau were now equal in standing.

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