Suffering the Opposites

Girardet, Etienne, "Berlin Gedächtniskirche." 2021. Unsplash license. Featured image for Suffering the Opposites at The Third Eve

The story of Esau and Jacob is a story about what we long for when we don’t have it, and what we struggle to live up to when we do: coveted inheritances and the responsibilities of blessings.

Genesis tells us that Esau was a skillful hunter, but Jacob a “peaceful man, living in tents.” Though we’re not given much more information about these brothers, what we are given says volumes. Everything about Esau portrays the earthy, instinctive nature of man, whereas Jacob’s energy is that of the spiritual man, able to till the ground and wait for its produce, pursuing a greater blessing than those gained in the immediacy of the moment. These two are much like their prototypes Cain, the hunter, and Abel the tiller of soil. Vegetarians and other non-violent protesters against our lower natures find ready support in the Old Testament (as they do in Buddhist teachings), for hunters are not the ones most often rewarded in ancient tales. Violence begets violence; those who live by the sword shall die by the sword: these are the principles we see in the threads running through these old tales.

Even so, there’s a place and a time for violence, for hunting, for calling the hounds and pursuing prey. “To everything there is a time,” Ecclesiastes says, “and a season for every event under heaven.” If we fundamentalize and isolate the differences between Cain and Abel, Esau and Jacob, we’re likely to provoke the same type of violence their differences provoked. We will have gun-toting conservatives facing down New York Times Review of Books-wielding liberals on the other. We’ll be fooled into thinking this is about either-or, right-wrong, good-bad, and we won’t notice that Esau and Jacob are twins produced by a common womb, or become curious about the tendencies of our earthy and spiritual natures. Our lower and higher natures tend to fight and separate from each other just as these brothers fought and became estranged from one another. We will fail to recall the monomyth of God becoming man in the flesh, experiencing every temptation, “yet without sin.” We’ll forget who we are, how whole we are in our cores, and we’ll choose one side over the other.

One major difference between Esau and Jacob—and between Cain and Abel—is the capacity to delay gratification: to value what truly matters, to endure patiently, and to choose the good even when it wounds. Jacob, at first, shows little of this virtue. Perhaps this is why he was sent from home to seek a wife among distant kin, where he himself would taste deception—promised one bride, but given another. His “superior inner man” was not yet evident in outward practice; it needed the tempering of long and humble training.

Jacob’s training came through suffering. Again and again, his father-in-law Laban deceived him, binding him to years of labor to secure first one wife, then the other, along with the children they bore him. Nearly twenty years passed before he could leave that foreign land and make his way home. By then, hardship had taught him fear, shown him his limits, and impressed upon him—Jacob the cheater—the bitter taste of being cheated.

The Bible says that even Christ learned obedience through the things he suffered. In the game of life, it seems that we do not pass Go and collect our $200 until we’ve suffered. Swiss psychoanalyst Carl Jung, the founder of analytical psychology, suggested that neurotic suffering is counterfeit suffering designed to distract us from transformative suffering.

Transformative suffering reveals the opposites within us, just as we see in the archetypal figures of Jacob and Esau, Cain and Abel. In such suffering, I discover I am both cheater and cheated, hunter and farmer, civilized and Wild Thing, conservative and liberal. I have come to believe that the fiercer a person’s condemnation of “the other side,” the more likely he is blind to his own shadow—the very traits he condemns in others are lying dormant within himself.

We are such hypocrites.

To see that we sometimes embody the very things we claim to abhor—this is suffering. To realize we had a calling yet missed it, settling for a second-rate life—this is suffering. To know we once held treasures of immeasurable worth, only to squander them for a fleeting appetite, is suffering. To be the one who betrayed another’s trust, leaving them helpless, is suffering. And to be betrayed by one we loved and trusted—that, too, is suffering.

Only when I face my own suffering and the suffering I have caused can I take the next step toward becoming whole.



4 responses to “Suffering the Opposites”

  1. Mary Jane Hurley Brant Avatar

    Hello Eve,

    Sometimes I wonder how to meet your thoughts as they move about so poignantly past heaven and back to earth. Therefore, I’ll begin by saying that when my father died I was too young to even understand the long range significance of his leaving. I only knew others kids had a father and that I missed mine. Thirteen year old kids need their fathers; I needed mine. His absence left that ghostly handprint hard on my soul, the one Linda Leonard wrote about in The Wounded Woman. I’m delighted to say that my husband doesn’t pay for that part anymore and not for a long time.

    When my little niece, Jenny, died I became more aware of my anger, sorrow and disappointment that God could take such a precious little girl who just happened to be born with a non-perfect heart if there could be such a thing in a five-year old, staying within the metaphor.

    When my daughter died, as did your precious child, Eve, I was once again flung into that place of darkness but this time there were no lights shining from anywhere. I stumbled, I searched; I wrestled the angel. That’s where depth comes from does it not? Yes, and consciousness, too. Adam and Eve saw their nakedness. With awareness comes a deeper responsibility.

    I appreciated what you write about the unconscious person not being able to articulate and give words to that place where betrayal penetrated, where sorrow wove itself around the heart as thorns and briars kept the prince from reaching the Sleeping Beauty. “From this slumber you shall wake when true love’s kiss the spell shall break.”

    Thank you, Eve, for your thoughts. It’s more than a pleasure to stop by.

  2. Scott Erb Avatar

    Interesting posts, I’m still thinking of a response (but too brain dead after grading midterms the last three hours). I love the juxtaposition of the Gedaechtniskirche and the monument in Berlin in your last picture. There are so many times I’ve stood in front of those buildings and reflected on their powerful symbolism. Once I arrived in Berlin at 5:30 AM on a cold February morning, and had no place to go for a few hours. I watched the sunrise over those monuments and had tears in my eyes thinking about what they meant, and about the amazing city of Berlin. A perfect choice for a photo for this entry.

  3. deb Avatar

    Anger is so much easier than grief.

    Becoming conscious of the unconscious is hard but in the end worth it. I always wanted to deny my anger but once I was able to accept it, it subsided on its own. I think denial is like a dam, it blocks the normal flow of emotions, feelings and thoughts. When these things are unable to flow naturally bad things happen, villages flood, cattle die, and the landscape is forever changed.

    How’s that for a metaphor?

    Have a lovely day Eve.

    1. Eve Avatar

      Deb, that’s true about anger. Anger always seems as if it will be gone once you blow. It’s not, but it seems as though it will. Grief is different. You never know when it will be over, or if it ever will, and in fact it never really is, when a person is conscious. To become conscious means not only to be conscious to my own self, to my own meaning, joys, sufferings, griefs, and so on, but also to others, to their meaning, joys, sufferings, griefs… and so on.

      Therefore, even if I happen to be momentarily carefree and joyful, elsewhere there is always suffering. There’s a grief in that, a cloud in the sky that is otherwise bright and sunny. This would explain why it’s so impossible, becoming and staying conscious.

      I liked your metaphor. Perfect.

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