Last Sunday my
church held their Thanksgiving Day potluck dinner following the morning service.
All throughout the worship service the smell of turkey and all the trimmings
cooking in the kitchen waft through the sanctuary. By the time lunch rolled
around my stomach was growling and I felt like I was starving to death. Smell
is a powerful sense and I’m now wondering how big of a role it played in Esau’s
downfall. “Once when Jacob was cooking some stew, Esau came in from the open
country, famished. He said to Jacob, “Quick, let me have
some of that red stew! I’m famished!” Jacob replied, “First sell
me your birthright.” “Look, I am about to die,” Esau said. “What
good is the birthright to me?” But Jacob said, “Swear to me
first.” So he swore an oath to him, selling his birthright to Jacob” (Gen 25:29-33
NIV).
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