My boys love to wrestle me. They create names like Captain Thunder and Tiger Ninja. Adrenaline peaking, they attack me with yells, a flurry of boy-energy and with hopes that this time—this time—they will take me down. I toss them for a while, even feigning desperation so as not to crush their dream prematurely. However, I eventually lock them in a stranglehold until they cry for mercy.

Jacob, returning home after years of hiding out from his brother Esau, had always been able to scheme his way in or out of any situation. Jacob’s name meant “supplanter,” and he had earned a reputation for his deceptive ways. He swindled Esau out of his birthright and tricked his blind father Isaac into giving him the firstborn blessing (Genesis 25, 27). He even manipulated to gain control of his father-in-law’s cattle and wealth (Genesis 31:1). Whatever Jacob wanted, he got.

But then Jacob finally ran into a situation he couldn’t escape. His servants brought the startling news that Esau was rushing their way with 400 warriors. And “Jacob was terrified at the news” (Genesis 32:7). After years of scheming, Jacob’s skill and manipulation would do him no good. Wanting to be alone, he walked into the night. And “a man” (later we discover he was a manifestation of God—perhaps even Jesus Himself) leaped out of the darkness, tackling Jacob (Genesis 32:24).

And the two fought throughout the night. Near the end, the being “touched Jacob’s hip and wrenched it out of its socket” (Genesis 32:25). All Jacob could do was hang on, a desperate man in need of mercy. And God gave him mercy. Before Jacob returned home to the extraordinary life God had called him to, he first needed to be broken. Then, empty of himself, he could be strong in God.

 NLT 365-day reading plan passage for today: Acts 13:1-12