More Wrestling with God

September 22, 2003

Jacob Wrestling with the Angel

Detail of painting by Eugène Delacroix, photographed by Gloumouth1 (license)

I’ve had too much to write about and have been too busy to write it. We had an exciting home group gathering this past Wednesday which I hope to get to later. But for now:

My back is still hurting from my accident, so Kay sent me to the hot tub on Saturday morning. It was good for my back, but better for my soul, as my wrestling with God continued in earnest.

It is hard to describe what happened; I have not felt prayers in such a physical way since the days of the Toronto Blessing. If the neighbors observed me, they would have seen a strange, strange person thrashing around in the hot tub. Moaning. Doubling over. Crying. Hitting the hot tub itself (which hurt) and moving on to punch the water. Swearing at God with words which, if taken out of context, merely sound profane.

It was one of the most profound times of prayer I have ever had. Ever.

Like Jacob, I insisted, “I will not let you go until you bless me.” Jacob never forgot this time because he walked with a limp for the rest of his life. Not wanting to forget my own experience, I went out that afternoon and got my ear pierced. It’s not a limp, but is still a reminder I carry on my body.

Jon Reid

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As an American missionary kid who grew up in Japan, I'm a child of two cultures, while not fully belonging to either. This gives me a sightly different view of the world.

5 responses to More Wrestling with God

  1. Cool….and in a tub no less!

  2. Man…
    Expect an email soon. Maybe we can share in our wrestling.

  3. and…how does Kay like it?

  4. I love it Jon. And you got an earing! Next you know, you’ll be getting tatooed! =)
    I love the idea of physical reminders/memorials of our wrestling. It’s like building an altar with your temple to honor what God has done in you.
    I’d love to see a picture of it…

  5. Well, I think Kay’s getting used to it now, but I certainly caught her off guard.
    She says, unequivocally, “No tattoos. No tattoos. Say, it Jon.”