September 20, 2015
“Struggle and Change”
The Rev. Maren Sonstegard-Spray
Genesis 32:22-30
22 The same night he got up and took his two wives, his two maids, and his eleven children, and crossed the ford of the Jabbok. 23 He took them and sent them across the stream, and likewise everything that he had. 24 Jacob was left alone; and a man wrestled with him until daybreak. 25 When the man saw that he did not prevail against Jacob, he struck him on the hip socket; and Jacob’s hip was put out of joint as he wrestled with him. 26 Then he said, “Let me go, for the day is breaking.” But Jacob said, “I will not let you go, unless you bless me.” 27 So he said to him, “What is your name?” And he said, “Jacob.” 28 Then the man said, “You shall no longer be called Jacob, but Israel, for you have striven with God and with humans, and have prevailed.” 29 Then Jacob asked him, “Please tell me your name.” But he said, “Why is it that you ask my name?” And there he blessed him. 30 So Jacob called the place Peniel, saying, “For I have seen God face to face, and yet my life is preserved.”
I am not a great sleeper. I have been this way my whole life. It sometimes takes hours for me to fall asleep.
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and it takes hours to fall back asleep.
The slightest sound or movement will rouse me.
And sleeping in a new or unfamiliar place, forget about it.
When I was a child, I liked to write poetry and I wrote a poem about how falling asleep was like an epic battle with the bedsheets.
Awake, in the dark, I can tell you that I am not alone. In the dark I wrestle my small worries and big fears, in the dark I meet good memories and painful regrets, in the dark old wounds are opened up again, in the dark I make lists of should dos and should have dones.
Fortunately, awake, in the dark, there is also prayer and God.
And perhaps because of all of that I have always felt a kind of kinship with this story of Jacob wrestling God in the darkness.