I don’t know about you but there have been several times in life were I have wrestled with God. Now granted I have never won, but I have put up quite a bit of fuss. This last time was over an assignment for school. I was to write a sermon on any text in the Bible. So like a good Christian man, I prayed about it. Wouldn’t you know I would feel lead to do one of the most controversial text in all of Scripture.
I mean this text is one, even some seasoned pastors will not get near with a 39.5 ft pole. As God revealed this text to me I shook my head and said nope no-way. This exchange went back and forth for a good twetny minutes or better. Until I finally caved.
After caving in and succumbing to the idea of doing this sermon, I felt like I had no clue where to even begin. All the while still crying out to God asking Him for help or to possibly let me do a different text, one that was light hearted and fun. He was having none of it. I guess it was Thursday of the week the sermon was due I finally felt the creative juices flowing, and was able to get a rough outline of how things should look.
Friday was the day I planted my butt in the chair and got the majority of the sermon written, leaving Sunday afternoon to finish and tighten up all the loose ends. As I was going through all of this one event in the Bible kept coming to mind.
It was when Jacob wrestled with God, or as most translations say an angel or a man. This account can be found in Genesis 32:22-32. It is a rather interesting ordeal which took place. Jacob was in the process of moving his family from one place to another, and he had sent them on ahead. While he was left alone, a man wrestled with him until day break. Scripture tells us when the man saw that he did not prevail against Jacob, he touched his hip and put it out of socket, and still Jacob would not let go. The man tells Jacob to let him go, and Jacob’s response is I will not let you go until you bless me. And it was at this place God changed his name from Jacob to Israel.
I am not saying I am the father of a nation. But I do feel after wrestling with God and going about the business he had given me, I came away with a blessing in disguise. I learned a lot about myself and being able to write something I thought I wouldn’t be able to, and I learned a lot about God. I also learned or was at the very least reminded it is pointless to argue with God, because in the end he wins.
Question: What has God given you to do and you are fighting with him about it?