Necessary Trauma

Then Jacob was left alone, and a man wrestled with him until daybreak. Genesis 32:24 NASB

Left alone – “When you know the story to which you belong, and when you know your role in that story, you have a profound sense of purpose. That is what we are invited into: God’s ongoing work in this world. When we find ourselves contributing to a greater story, we thrive.”[1] But Jacob didn’t realize this when he crossed back over the Jabbok on that fateful night. All he knew was that something was left unfinished. It took a midnight struggle for Jacob to understand his own story, and when he understood it, his life didn’t suddenly get better. In fact, in many ways it got worse. What Jacob gained was not peace and tranquility. What he gained was purpose. When we finally discover that we too are left alone, the fight isn’t about getting back what we think we have lost. The fight is about realizing why we are here, what we are about, who we are in God’s scheme of things. But it takes a particular kind of midnight struggle to deal with our defenses, to deal with the way we want the world to work. In Hebrew, there is a special word for this kind of struggle. It is badad. Its meaning reveals just how complicated and interwoven our misperceptions about life really are.

“The core concept is ‘to be separate and isolated.’ It can also connote the idea of dividing into parts. This verb underscores the idea of isolation, e.g. the lonely bird on the housetop (Ps 102:8), the donkey (simile of Ephraim) wilfully going alone to Assyria (Hos 8:9), and the lone army straggler.”[2] Badad expresses “Israel’s deplorable isolation” and the psychological/emotional situation “when a man is abandoned by his community or by God.” It is used to describe the social condition of a leper, the unique call of the prophet and the emotional turmoil of the disconsolate psalmist. It is “cold solitude.”[3] Amazingly, it seems that we cannot progress in the recognition of purpose unless and until we encounter badad. In modern parlance, we might say that this necessary trauma is the awareness of lack of connection, the pressing reality that there is no one who really knows me, and know one who really cares.

Human beings will do virtually anything to avoid this place. It is unraveling and uncomfortable. When Brené Brown notes that we are hardwired for connection, she touches the excruciatingly painful experience of badad. Addiction is simply humanity’s attempt to avoid Jabbok. Perhaps that’s why the story is crucial. Yisra’el does not exist without Yabbok. No man can find his purpose until he faces the stranger in the night.

But there is another side to badad. “The word is used of the Lord’s incomparability and uniqueness in his exclusive claim to deity as seen in his extraordinary works.”[4] Badad is a word of ultimate contrasts. The incomparable uniqueness of YHVH is contrasted to the unimaginable emptiness of man separated from his God. The height of heaven and the depths of hell—all wrapped up in a single word. Perhaps it’s not possible to know the joy of the incomparable Father until we have tasted the despair of our own self-reliance.

Topical Index: badad, alone, Genesis 32:24

[1] Pamela Ebstyne King, “On Helping Young People Find Their Coordinates,” Fuller, Issue #7, p. 60.

[2] Goldberg, L. (1999). 201 בָּדַד., Theological Wordbook of the Old Testament (R. L. Harris, G. L. Archer, Jr. & B. K. Waltke, Ed.) (electronic ed.) (90–91). Chicago: Moody Press.

[3] All descriptions from TWOT

[4] Op. Cit., TWOT, 201.

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Laurita Hayes

So true. Our sense of our purpose IS the awareness of our interconnectedness, but as long as we can find a way to alter our own sense of reality (addictions), by any and every means possible, we will never be able endure the humiliation of admitting that we are fractured from that connection. “Please forgive me for my sins” just doesn’t cut it if we are still managing to avoid the place – the only place – where we can see the truth of what those sins are. Why do we avoid acknowledging fracture? Because fracture is the dead zone! We watch horror movies where someone finds themselves locked in a coffin or wandering around like a zombie. The horror of my reality is that I AM dead; suspended by grace completely out of my control or ken, over an abyss. Horror movies at this point? Comic relief.

The only way I am going to get to this place is to be pushed there, but that is what the curses (consequences) are designed to do. The only way I can face this place, however, is if I am not alone. What is the ultimate fracture? My rebellion from my Maker. What is the most precious promise I found to hang on to in this place? That my Maker is still engaging in that fight. Yes, He is my opponent, but that is just so I will not really be alone, for if I were, I would really be dead. But who am I really fighting? Paul realized it at his Jabbok. At mine, too, I found that the “pricks” I was kicking were all my own. I had been hoodwinked into conducting my own slaughter while believing the accusation that it was somehow all my Maker’s fault. The nature of the yetzer hara is an autoimmune disorder. The day I repented of that self hatred – along with blaming my Maker (the basis of all rebellion) – is the day I realized that a residual limp designed to remind me of the truth of my utter dependence upon YHVH was a gift to remind me of, and protect me from, the seductive presumption that suckered me into such a place to begin with. At that point, what’s a little limp? Life insurance!

Craig Borden

For me, fear of abandonment led me down the path to addiction. I ran full bore from that fear into the arms of my false lover, alcohol. The more I tried to run from lonliness, the more I fulfilled my fear of being alone. By His grace, in that dark and lonely place, a place where death seemed preferable to the desolation and feelings of utter abandonment, when i finally cried “give me You or give me death”, He came not only to deliver, but to wrestle. To help me begin, day by day, to face my enemy. To face me.
This one really hit home. Thanks Skip

Leslee

“what’s a little limp?” Thank you, Laurita! It is a necessary trauma, designed – so it seems – to remind me of that dark night’s struggle facing my self in the mirror I could not see.

Wrestling out of “the arms of my false lover…” Thank you, Craig! How many times did I have to be hit in the face with that mirror so I could see the self I denied.

And only then in my “cold solitude” could I begin to glimpse YHVH’s “incomparability and uniqueness” and begin to hobble along His path, thankful for His mercy in hamstringing me only just enough to rightly get my attention. Thankful for the limp that reminds me I don’t ever want to let go of, or run away from, Him.

The best days are the days I taste His joy! Thank you, Skip!

Mark Parry

You say “perhaps its not possible to know joy….without dispair…”? We just lost Leonard Cohen who said ” there’s a crack in everything thats how the light gets in”!

Laurita Hayes

My favorite line of Cohen’s.

Daniel

Hi Skip,

I was just reading one of your older posts from October 14,2009 regarding the the new covenant, which was excellent by the way and I wanted to post something, but I wasn’t sure if it would be seen if I posted it to that date. First, I want to say it has been a real blessing to read your daily posts on when I’m able to along with some of the insights they contain. In the post I just read you referred to first century Palestine, a term I think was in not in use at that time and a term I believe I may have seen in some of your other daily readings. So I just wanted to share the following article. Thanks,

Daniel

https://www.levitt.com/essays/palestine/

Daria Gerig

hahahahahaha. Can’t we all look back at stuff we wrote when “we were stupid!?” Like yesterday, perhaps! At least it’s true with me.
Love you, Skip. Keep smiling thru the pain. We are here to hold you up!

Daniel

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bcp

i prefer to use the term ‘ignorant’, as in ‘i wrote that in (my) ignorance’.

Stupid is knowing better and proceeding forward anyway.

As in “i stupidly married without waiting to get to know him very well….”

Laurita Hayes

Well perhaps Skip didn’t know the Romans very well….

Ester

“i stupidly married without waiting to get to know him very well…”
THAT, bcp would be the stupidity of most of us, sadly.
Shalom.

Daria Gerig

…”the despair of our own self-reliance”… wow. This describes what my life was like for 5 years “back in the day” when I decided to boldly, blatantly rebel against my God… in order to please my family and friends. I had never snubbed him like that before… or since. The contrast of His grasp on my life vs His allowing me to hurt myself (and others) in my rebellion was OBVIOUS… even at that time. It was dizzyingly (not really a word but useful here!) DARK. Too dark, too “spinning out of control alone,” too much of a sense of continual “falling” to even put in to words. It was completely smothering and self-destructive.
It’s like Craig (below) said, LORD: “give me You or give me death”…
Thank You Father God, for never letting go completely. I praise You forever that You love me enough to allow me to serve You now. Thank You for life. AMEN.

Patricia O

Skip, your comment engirds the wisdom Professor Flusser, a savant of blessed memory.

Kees Brakshoofden

Been there. Lost ALL and descended to hell. But God draged me out when there was no way to get out of that pit. I’ve lost all, but gained even more: purpose. HalleluYah! So true, this Today’s Thought!