A few weeks ago, my sermon was about Jacob. The Jacob that has such a long, wonderful story in the Bible. He’s the twin that was hanging on to his brother’s heal, trying to be the first born, but coming in second. He’s the son that cheated his brother out of the official birth rite. He’s the husband that had to work seven years for Rachel, the woman he fell in love with on first sight, only to be tricked to marry her older sister Leah and then having to work another seven years to marry Rachel, the one he truly loved. He’s the father that had at least 13 kids, but made it known he loved the two born to Rachel the most. He’s the son-in-law of Laban that had to run away at night with his wife, kids, grandkids, and possessions because he was afraid that his father-in-law wasn’t going to let him leave with his family. He’s the brother that needed to make amends for cheating his brother out of his rightful birth rite. He was the father whose 12 sons became the founders of the 12 Tribes of Israel. He’s the faithful believer that wrestled with God and wouldn’t let go until he was blessed. He’s the wrestler that walked away changed: blessed, renamed, and redefined by God.