“Elishama”
“Elishama”
“ELISHAMA!”
“Oh, there you are son. Did you gather the firewood?” [1]
“Son, I asked you to gather the firewood. We need the firewood so that everyone can keep warm and make fires when it’s night time. How many people are in our tribe?
“That’s right, son. A lot of people. God has blessed us with a big family. Since He’s blessed us in this way, we need to make the most of what He’s given us and be responsible with what He’s given us.”
I know it’s hard for him. But he has to be brought up in a way that prepares him to be the chief of our tribe someday. We have such a big family and tribe, and I can tell you, it’s really hard to manage it all. And it was harder for me since I was so unprepared to be in charge.
You see, I was never supposed to be in charge of a tribe. My name is Ephraim. I’m sure you’ve heard of Jacob, my grandpa, or my dad Joseph. But I have an older brother named Manasseh. I’m the second born. I was never supposed to be in charge of a tribe. And after several years of learning on the job of what it means to be chief of a tribe, I don’t want my son to go unprepared.
I spent my whole life wanting to be a chief. If you told me that there was something I could do to become the chief someday, I would have done it! But there was no such thing. See, I’m the younger brother. In our people’s culture, there’s nothing good about being the younger brother. It’s like living life knowing that you’ve already lost. Everyone in your family looks at you as less than the one who is the first-born. There’s no hope that you’ll ever amount to as much as your older brother. It’s the older brother that has all the status It’s the older brother that gets all the respect. And most importantly, it’s the oldest brother that gets the right to rule the tribe someday. So from day one, I’ve lived life without any expectations. Manasseh got EVERYTHING. He got the better clothes. He gets his food before I do. He gets trained to be the chief. Heck, even the meaning of my name is pretty similar to his! See I don’t know if you know all this, but Dad went through some crazy stuff. He got thrown into a pit, he got sold into slavery and all my crazy uncles tried to kill him a few times. But because God had delivered Dad from all of his troubles, being hated by his brothers and being sold into slavery, he decided to name Manasseh after God’s deliverance.
“Manasseh means “it is because God has made me forget all my trouble and all my father’s household.” (Genesis 41:51) Nice huh? But guess what my name means? “Ephraim” means “it is because God has made me fruitful in the land of suffering.” So it’s roughly the same thing except my name has the word “suffering” attached to it. I mean I guess that’s all well and good and it has a nice sentimental value to it, but come on Dad, couldn’t you give me something unique? It’s bad enough that I’ll be looked at as “Manasseh’s younger brother” for the rest of my life, and my name is even the same as his except it’s way harder to pronounce!
Please, I don’t want to sound ungrateful. This is all part of my story. I spent the better part of my first two decades on earth hating that I was the second-born, and hating that I was never going to amount to anything in life.
But one day all that changed, and I’ll be really happy to share it with you because it was a day that changed my life for good. All my bitterness changed one day.
We were living in Egypt at the time and I had been put in charge of keeping inventory on our family’s food supply. It wasn’t the job that I had hoped for. The job that I wanted was the one that Manasseh got. Since he was being prepared to be the chief of our family, he got the job I wanted, to be in charge of the family finances and livestock. And I get the food. Again, the life of the younger brother.
It was at this time that one of Dad’s men came to him and told him that Grandpa was sick. Dad told us that we were to go along with him to go and see him. So we came before him. He really didn’t look too good. I mean for an old dude, he’s always had good eyesight and health and a grateful spirit, but he was looking haggard and run-down on this day. We came into his tent as he was lying on the bed. In the back of my mind there was an ominous feeling that though it may not be today, that the day was coming when Grandpa was going to die soon.
At this point, I didn’t know what to think. Manasseh and I just stood behind Dad as he and Grandpa began to talk. This wasn’t just any conversation. This was the type of conversation that you had when you know that you don’t have a whole lot of time left in your life. It was sobering. Grandpa began to tell Dad that God has appeared to him in the land of Canaan and had promised that he would multiply his family and make them a large community of peoples.
But not even the immediacy of the fact that Grandpa was approaching death could keep me from my own selfish thoughts. It’s what happens when you spend the better part of your entire life being bitter about being a younger brother. As soon as he started talking about land and inheritance, I knew what was coming.
But Grandpa did say something interesting that piqued my curiosity. As soon as he started talking about us, he did something weird. He mentioned my name first. He said Ephraim and Manasseh. And I thought to myself, I could get used to the sound of that! Think about this. For my whole life it had been Manasseh and Ephraim. Manasseh and Ephraim. Do you have a brother or brothers? If you do, I guarantee you that the names get mentioned in order of age. It’s just how things work. But Grandpa told Dad that his two grandchildren were to be treated as if they were his own children. That meant that we were the heirs. And Grandpa mentioned me first! I’ve never been mentioned first. For a brief moment I asked myself, “is this a sign of what was going to be in the inheritance?”
Nahhhh. Wishful thinking. Grandpa’s just an old dude. He’s just talking crazy because of his old age! I mean he’s sick. I’m sure he’s tired. He doesn’t mean to bless me in a way that’s greater than the “younger brother” blessing that I’m about to receive. He just can’t remember who’s older and who’s younger! My brief moment of curiosity turned right back to my younger brother bitterness. Oh well, at least my consolation is that I get some kind of inheritance since Dad’s brothers were so messed up towards him.
And that’s when Grandpa asked about us. He peered around Dad to get us in his line of sight. At this point I couldn’t really take much more of this. I was hoping this wouldn’t be a long, drawn-out process, that Grandpa would just give Manasseh the blessing and that we could just move on with our lives. But no such luck. He asked Dad, “who are these?” Who are we? Come on Grandpa, don’t make this any more painful for me than it already is. You just told us who we were and called us by name, and you said my name first by the way! Can we just get this over with already? I had hoped this wouldn’t take too long so I could get back to my work and counting the food, but now Grandpa’s insisting on asking questions that don’t even make sense! Ugh.
And that wasn’t the end of it. Then they have a conversation about us! Dad answered Grandpa by saying, “they are the sons God has given me.” No duh. Can we get a move on? But then Grandpa said, “bring them to me, so that I may bless them.” And I felt Dad ushering us towards Grandpa’s bed and pushing down onto our knees. So Grandpa hugged us and kissed us. And then he went on with the small talk. He said to Dad, “I never expected to see your face again, and now God has allowed me to see your children too.” Yeah yeah Grandpa. I know it was a touching story and all but you’ve seen him plenty here in Egypt for the last twenty years![2] Would Grandpa’s commentary on everything going on, EVER end? Can we just get this Manasseh moment over with and finish this up? I’ve got food to store! This whole thing is just rubbing it in that I’m the younger brother and that Manasseh is the chosen one.
But that’s when Dad got down on his knees and started inching us closer to Grandpa. As incensed as I was from the years of being second-best, I still felt pressure to be respectful. It’s just the way things are. So I found myself bowing my head low to the ground on my knees, and I felt Grandpa’s left hand resting upon my head for the blessing.
But that’s when everything changed. I was kneeling there, waiting for Grandpa to speak. I felt Grandpa’s hand moving from my head. While I know I was supposed to keep my head bowed, I couldn’t help but look up. And that’s when I heard my dad say “No my father, this one is the firstborn, put your right hand on his head.” Grandpa’s right hand, the important hand had been on my head all along! Apparently he had crossed his arms and his right hand had been on my head the whole time!
As I continued to kneel, way too scared to even breathe. I didn’t want to say anything, but I was thinking…if it happens this way then that’s cool. I heard Grandpa say: “I know my son, I know. He too will become a people, and he too will become great. Nevertheless his younger brother will be greater than he, and his descendants will become a group of nations.”
And then he repeated what had piqued my curiosity earlier, by putting my name first again. He said “In your name will Israel pronounce this blessing: ‘May God make you like Ephraim and Manasseh.”
(Stand Up)
It’s funny because this was something that I had wanted my entire life. I wanted to receive the blessing as if I was the older brother, as if I was the most important. And here it was. NEVER in my wildest dreams did I think that Grandpa would look at me as the younger brother, and bless me in a way that made me feel significant. And the craziest thing about it is that this was something I never could have achieved on my own. I mentioned earlier that if there was anything I could do to become the chief, that as a young child, I would have done it! There simply wasn’t any way for me to gain what I wanted for my life on my own strength. But then, it was simply given to me, even when there was no possible reason for it. And I can’t tell you how amazing it felt. For the first time in my life, I was looked at not for being second born. In fact, who I was hadn’t changed. I was still the second-born. I was still the one that society looked at as less than my older brother. And yet, Grandpa chose to overlook that, and give me a blessing that I never expected would ever come! I was more than my familial status. I was being looked at for who I was, and being chosen! I was being chosen when the entire world told me that I wasn’t good enough, that I needed to be the older brother in order to have a place of prominence within our family.
It’s been a few years since then. I’ve been the chieftain of my own tribe for some time. And Grandpa’s words came out to be true. It turns out both Manasseh and I have our own tribes. God has blessed my family in so many ways that we have a larger tribe, much larger than that of Manasseh’s. (Numbers 1:32-34) It’s funny because in the past I hated that he was the one that was going to receive this and not me. My selfish, younger self would have been so proud that my family is larger than his, but instead, God has shown me just to be thankful that He has chosen me at all, even though society and culture told me that I was unqualified to be a tribal chief.
Grandpa chose me though I’ll never understand but that I’ll always be thankful for. He had no reason to go against the conventional wisdom of the world that the heads of the family should be the oldest and the best qualified. And yet, he showed me that I could be chosen IN SPITE of all of these things. It’s important to note that this was the first time this had ever happened…well, intentionally anyways. I mean Grandpa got the blessing though he was younger, but he had to steal it…but this was the first time in the history of our culture that the younger brother had his position overlooked and was chosen to be the head of his tribe.
Anyhow, I’ve got to go and find my son and make sure he’s out there getting the firewood. After all, he’ll be the one ruling our tribe someday, and unlike me, I hope that he’s well prepared! But I want to thank you for taking the time to listen to my story today. The grace that my Grandfather showed me is something that is so overwhelming that I just can’t help but tell everyone all about it! I mean I was transformed from a person who was so bitter at the systems of my world to someone who is now incredibly thankful that people can be chosen contrary to the conventional wisdom of our world.
I hope someday that you’ll get to experience what it means to be chosen, apart from our age, your status, or what people think of you. And I hope that if you do, that the depth of it will really sink in. It’s taken away all of my bitterness and given me a hope that our world isn’t always about qualified and status, but that there’s an element of grace within as well.
I hope that someday you’ll get a chance to experience this same level of grace in your own life, because I can tell you that there’s nothing else like it.