Monday, September 19, 2011
We've sold our birthright
There is so much choice in life. You can be what ever you want to be. Dream and you can do anything.
It's so close to the truth that we can get distracted by it. In fact our hearts get cluttered with all the possibilities and the responsibility of making sure we don't waste an opportunity. The message to absorb is that `I am the master of my own future' and that `I decide what will happen'.
But what do we abandon to follow this pursuit of success and opportunity?
What are we born with? What do we overlook when we have stars in our eyes, when we are absorbed by the image of our own possibility?
There's a story of twin brothers who fought for their parents' favour. The elder was in the line of a promise - given to his grandfather - that they would be a chosen nation. That they would bring blessing. He underestimated the power of the promise and sold his right to receive it. He sold the right of first birth - the right to live the promise - to eat a lentil stew, one day, when he was famished.
How could someone give up being chosen to live in God's blessing, just to have a feed?
What is my birthright*?
What do I sell to pursue my own possiblity? What do I give up to feed my appetite?
I am made for relationship, to be a cherished child of the creator of the universe. I am made to be traced in God's nature and his action in the world. To bask in the illumination of his truth. To feast at his laden table. To call the God-man Jesus, my brother. To be an articulation, a sinew, a participant in God's living, active body. I was born for this.
I undervalue this purpose. I am blind to how fitting and right it is, and the wild possibility of it eludes me. I sell it without a moment's regret, for some immediate, transient pleasure.
Foolish and short-sighted, I seek my own fulfilment. I miss the gift inherent in my own existence. I sold my right to live in communion with the one who knows me best and loves me best.
The grace of God is him restoring me to that birthright, without asking me to buy it back. He gives it to me. Again ( and again...)
* Philip Jensen preached about selling our birthright, and that started these thoughts.
linking with Emily at Imperfect Prose.