Bible studies for writers

Bible studies for writers | Genesis 26

Just a few chapters ago we were celebrating Isaac’s birth. Now, he is about to die. It’s funny how just a few short paragraphs about one man can leave such an impression. These few short chapters pack a punch, though, don’t they? Abraham and Sarah miraculously have a son together. Isaac doesn’t get sacrificed and eventually marries. Now, he and Rebekah are parents to twins, and it’s time to pass along the family heirlooms, and the way this goes down leaves us with a TON of questions.

Like,

Why does Rebekah want Jacob to have the blessing, and why would she go to such lengths so that he gets it?

Why does Jacob go along with the scheme and straight up lie to his dad? (“Yes, I am (Esau),” he says. The better question is HOW was he able to open up his mouth and just let out that lie like that???)

Why does Isaac not know his sons well enough to tell them apart? (I know they tricked him, but still. 🤔 They seem vastly different.)

Why does Esau know how to cook wild game? Cooking is a trait every man should master.

And finally, why does Isaac not notice the difference between young goat meat and wild game?

Those last two I know are silly, but I did think about them, so why not share. ☺️

I also see Rebekah in a different light, and as a mother I have to wonder how I would react. My kids always ask me who my favorite is. They say every parent has a favorite. Maybe that’s true with some parents, but I seriously don’t have a favorite. There are things I love (and don’t like) individually about each of them, and I think if the things I love about each of them could be combined into one kid, then that kid would be my favorite. Apparently, Rebekah felt a little differently. I like how at the end, she breaks out the drama queen to get Jacob out of town: “Gasp! I’d rather die than have my son marry one of these skanky Hittites!” Please, girl. We know where you’re headed with this.

Writing prompt: favoritism

Write about a time when you felt favored or a sad, sad tale about feeling completely overlooked.

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