WRESTLING
WITH THE ANGEL
An Essay from the book MyGrandfather’s Blessings by Rachel Naomi Remen, M.D.
SOMETIMES
A WOUND is the place where we encounter life for the first time,
where we come to know its power and its ways. Wounded, we may find a
wisdom that will enable us to live better than any knowledge and
glimpse a view of ourselves and of life that is both true and
unexpected.
Almost the last story that my
grandfather told me was about a man called Jacob who had been
attacked in the night as he slept alone by the bank of a river. He
had been traveling, and when he had stopped to make his meal and
settle down to sleep, the place had seemed safe enough. But it was
not so. He awakened to find himself gripped by muscular arms and
pinned to the ground. It was so dark that he could not see his enemy,
but he could feel his power. Gathering all his strength, he began to
struggle to be free.
"Was it a nightmare,
Grandpa?"I said hopefully. I often suffered from nightmares back
then and had to sleep with a nightlight on. I moved closer to my
grandfather and took his hand. "No, Neshume-le," he
answered, "it was quite real but it happened a long time ago.
Jacob could hear his attacker's breath, he could feel the cloth of
his garments, he could even smell him. Jacob was a very strong man,
but even using all of his strength he could not free him-self and he
could not pin his enemy down either. They were evenly matched and
they rolled on the ground and struggled fiercely."
"How long did they
struggle, Grandpa?"I asked with some anxiety.
"A long, long time,
Neshume-le," he replied, "but the darkness does not last
forever. Eventually it was dawn and as the light carne, Jacob saw
that he had been wrestling with an angel."
I was astonished. "A
real angel, Grandpa?" I said. "With wings?"
“With the coming of the
light, the angel let go of Jacob and tried to leave, but Jacob held him fast. ‘Let me go,’ the
angel told Jacob, ‘The Light has come.’ But Jacob said, ‘I will
not let you go until you bless me.’ The angel struggled hard, for
he wanted badly to escape, but Jacob held him close. And so the angel
gave him his blessing."
I was very relieved. "Did
he leave then, Grandpa? Is that the end?"I asked.
"Yes,"my
grandfather said, "but Jacob's leg was hurt in the struggle.
Before the angel left, he touched him on the place where he was
hurt." This was something I could understand; often my mother
did this, too. "
“To help it get better,
Grandpa?” I asked.
But my grandfather shook his
head. "I do not think so, Neshume-le. He touched it to remind
Jacob of it. Jacob carried it all the rest of his life. It was his
place of remembering."
I was very puzzled by this
story. How could it be that one might confuse an angel with an enemy?
But Grandfather said this was the sort of thing that happened all the
time. "Even so,"he told me, "it is not the most
important part of the story. The most important part of the story is
that everything has its blessing."
In the year before he died,
my grandfather told me this story several times. Eight or nine years
afterward, in the middle of the night, the disease I have lived with
for more than forty-five years declared itself in the most dramatic
way imaginable. I had a massive internal hemorrhage. There was no
warning at all. I was in a coma and hospitalized for months. The
darkness and the struggle lasted for many years afterward.
Looking back on it, I have
wondered if my grandfather, old and close to the time of his death,
had not left me with this story as a compass. It is a puzzling story,
a story about the nature of blessings and the nature of enemies. How
tempting to let the enemy go and flee. To put the struggle behind you
as quickly as possible and get on with your life. Life might be
easier then but far less genuine. Perhaps the wisdom lies in engaging
the life you have been given as fully and courageously as possible
and not letting go until you find the unknown blessing that is in
everything.
The End
What an interesting passage! An important point to consider, also.
ReplyDeleteYes. I have the book, and am enjoying dipping into it. xx
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