Rachel & Leah: Sisters at War

Published Nov 26, 2024, 10:00 AM

# 38 - Rachel & Leah: Sisters at War - In this episode of The Chosen People with Yael Eckstein, the intense rivalry between Leah and Rachel over Jacob’s affection reaches new heights as love, jealousy, and competition collide. This episode explores how their struggle for children and validation drives their actions, revealing deep human desires and divine interventions that shape the birth of Israel's tribes.

Episode 38 of The Chosen People with Yael Eckstein is inspired by the Book of Genesis.

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Today's opening prayer is inspired by Romans 12:18, “If it is possible, as much as it is up to you, be at peace with all men.”

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Show Notes:

(02:34) Intro with Yael Eckstein

(04:03) Rachel & Leah: Sisters at War

(27:52) Reflection with Yael Eckstein

Previously on the Chosen People.

Lord Layman, it would be a great act of mercy if you'd give me sanctuary here for a while as my mother's kinsman.

What's this, lord nonsense? You're my sweet sister's son. You'll stay under my roof as an honored guest on a refugee. Come, Come, there's a hot pot on the flame.

Jacob turned his gaze back at Rachel. She glanced back, wondering why he was looking at her. A smile curled on the edges of Jacob's face. He turned to Larbon with a glint in his eye.

I'll serve you for seven more years. That should be more than enough for your youngest daughter, Rachel's, and in marriage. One thing that certain, dear Rachel, was that I do love you, And seven years of labor for your hand will seem like mere moments as long as I get to see you every day. Leah, what are you doing here?

I was with you last night, Jacob. Don't you remember?

What? No?

What?

No?

How's it possible? How was supposed to be with Rachel? I? How did you?

My father insisted that it should be this way. He sent Rachel back to her tent and bid me meet you in here to be your wife. We sealed the covenant. It's done a treacherous night.

They've been treats me.

I swear, Jacob.

I had no choice, Jacob, Jacob, you know better.

I knew you wouldn't take Leah for a bride price of seven years. I did what I had to do. This way, I got to marry off my eldest daughter, and you worked my fields for far more years than she's. It's a win win. Well by that, of course, I mean that I win twice.

They sealed the promise that night with passion underneath the stars. To Jacob, it was well worth for fourteen years. Yet something was hiding in the margins between love and longing. Leah's love for Jacob, Jacob's love for Rachel, Lea's contempt for Rachel, and love AND's love of control were all brewing. Like the Eastern, Western, Southern, and Northern winds. They were doomed to collide, causing a storm of epic proportions.

In the House of Jacob, we find love and envy amid ancient cries of barren wombs and broken hearts. Shallo my friends from here in the Holy Land I'm youa l Extein with International Fellowship of Christians and Jews and welcome to the Chosen People. Have you been impacted by this podcast? Do you enjoy listening?

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I would love if you can leave a review. I read them all and they not only help me understand what you like in the podcast so I can give you more of it, but they also help give us a better understanding of who we're reaching. I want to know about you, So go right now and leave a review. Thank you so much. And if you're interested in learning more about the countless lives being affected and biblical prophecy coming to fruition through my work at the International Fellowship of Christians and Jews, you can visit IFCJ dot com. Now let's begin. Have you ever asked yourself this question? Why do we deceive the ones that we love most? What drives us to sow seeds of discord in the soil of our own homes? In Genesis twenty nine to thirty, we find a family ensnared by lies, each deception dividing them further, and we ask ourselves, is love enough to sustain us in the middle of our deepest longings?

He's exactly like this well.

Leah was at the shepherd's well, venting to Zilpah. While drawing out water. She gestured to the large stone that sealed the top shot.

Jacob opens his heart for Rachel, but when I try to connect with him, he's sealed shut. It's not fair. He was mine first by right.

Zilpah, her loyal servant, friend and sister, placed a tender hand on Leah's shoulder, her expression one of sympathy and understanding.

Perhaps when you bear him children, he'll begin to love you earnestly, Mistress. Give a man a son, and he'll treasure you forever.

We've lain together enough times to make me concerned. I can't conceive.

Perhaps you may pray to the gods for favor.

No, they are not my gods. My god is the god of his forefathers Now. Jacob told us how his father was conceived to a woman far beyond her child bearing years. He can open up wombs. I shall pray to him and pour out my longing.

Leah prayed to the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. She asked that he would see her ply and respond with the child. That night, she entered Jacob's tent while he was alone. It was rare, since Rachel was usually with him in the late hours. She made love to him, although Jacob.

Did not to her.

Their union was a sad and unrequited one. Leah longed for him, pining for a simple glance of affection in her direction. Still wounded by the tricks played on him, Jacob tolerated Leah long enough to fulfill his husbandly duties and give her a child. When they were through, they lay beside each other in silence. Leah wanted to roll over and hold him. She longed for the simplest touch of genuine affection. Jacob refused, Could you leave my tent now? I have to wake up before sunrise tomorrow and bring the flocks to the shearers.

You'd send me away so late I could sleep beside you and help you prepare early in the morning.

No, that won't be necessary.

Please leave now, Leah laughed quietly, her heart heavy with sorrow. Jacob turned away, burying his face in his blanket, consumed by a maelstrom of guilt and anger. Guilt for not loving Lea and anger at the trickery that had bound him to her. The favor of the Lord shone upon Lea, and her womb quickened with life. The discomfort of pregnancy was a small price to pay for the joy of bearing Jacob's child. She sat opposite Jacob, her hands lovingly cradling her belly.

Jacob, do you think it will be a boy or a girl?

Anybn tells me A man always hopes for a son, but would not love his daughter any less. I think that's how I feel.

Leah's cheeks flexed with a smile, and her forehead became like a rose. But Rachel seated nearby, or a mask of som be longing. She had yet to conceive, and the weight of her worry grew with each passing day.

I know it's a boy. God most High has nearly confirmed it. He will be the heir to Abraham's promise.

We'll see about that. What do you mean, Rachel, I mean we shall see. Jacob's family has an untraditional history. His father, Isaac was the second born. Jacob himself was the second born as well. You'd know these if you were closer to him.

Leah's eyes fell, shame washing over her. She rose and left, feeling Rachel's jealous gaze burning into her back. In due time, Leah gave birth to a son. She cradled him tenderly, marveling at his dark hair and sturdy frame. To Leah, he was perfect.

His name shall be Reuben, which means behold a son. Because God has looked at my affliction. He's seen me and answered my prayers. Now I get to present Jacob with a son. He will be an offering of devotion. Now my husband will love me.

But Jacob's heart remained distant. Though he loved his son, Reuben, he paid Leah little heed. Most of his time was spent with Rachel under the sycamore tree, whispering secrets and sharing laughter. Leah watched from afar, her heart aching for a love that remained just out of reach. She turned to Zilpah, her ever devoted servant, sister and friend.

She still hasn't given him a child. Perhaps he'll see my value if I conceive again, and the gap between us will close.

Leah waited until the sun set. Rachel left for her tent, and Jacob returned alone to his Leah whispered to God an earnest and longing.

Prayer, Please grant me another son. Hear me, God of Jacob, hear me.

Once more, Leah called upon Jacob to fulfill his duties. Despite his coldness, Leah clung to the hope that another child might bridge the chasm between them. They conceived again, and months later Leah bore a second son.

What is his name?

His name is Simeon. Because God has heard that I am hated, he has given me a gift of pity.

You are not hated, Leah, just not loved. Ah. I'm grateful of the sons you've given me.

That is what.

Leah's pain and longing lingered. Each day, the tension between her and Rachel thickened. Rachel made a point to hold Jacob closer when they walked together, tightening her grip around his arm when they passed. Rachel consumed more of his time in the evenings, blocking access to him later in the night. If Leah wanted time with Jacob, she had to be an opportunist like her father. When Rachel left Jacob's tent and return to hers early in the morning, Leah snuck in. Jacob laid on the bed, sprawled out in heavy slumber. Leah ran her hands over his chest.

And kissed his neck.

In a dream like days, Jacob embraced her. Leah felt tinges of guilt, but pushed them away. She was locked in Jacob's embrace and received another seed to grow a child, another son. Leah entered the dining hall with her third son wrapped around her chest. Rachel was sitting with her servant, Billa. Rachel's jaw clenched with anger when she saw the child.

What sad name have you given this one? Leah? Is his name me skinnem pathetic?

No, his name is Levi joined because this third son will finally attach Jacob to me. Our hearts and fates will be bound with these three sons. You know it's true, and that's why you've been so nasty to me.

I've been nasty to you because you stole my husband from me. He wanted to marry me. You and father tricked him. I bet every time he sees you beside him in his bed, he just sees Laban. That's why he spends most nights with me. You're just bitter and jealous, Rachel, jealous of you. That's laughable, Leah.

Rachel stood up and began walking out. Before leaving, she leaned into her sister's ear.

You may have the sons, but I have the love of our husband. You can't buy that with more children.

Leah's body tensed with grief. She looked at little Levi curled up against her chest. She heard Reuben and Simeon plain tag outside. Three sons, all gifts given to her by God. Perhaps she had been obsessing over the wrong thing all this time. Maybe these children were gifts given to her instead of bargaining chips for her husband's affection. Months went by and Leah was able to conceive another child. She labored for hours with Zilpah close by. This child was her most painful labor. Love for the child fueled her resolve as she pushed late into the night. Finally, thankfully, the child arrived. Leah held the babe with trembling arms. Tears and sweat soaked her garments. Her chin quivered as she placed a finger on the child's nose.

I will name you Judah. Praise this time. I will praise God. I will praise God for you, little one and all your brothers. You are a gift and a treasure.

Leah pressed Judah against her chest and wept tears of joy. Mingling with sorrow. Jacob entered the tent, his expression weary. Leah smiled at him, her warm, contented grin that asked for nothing in return. She placed Judah in Jacob's arms.

Ah, Judah, Now there's a name. What will become of you? Sweet child? Who will you become?

Rachel was listening from the other side of the canvas. When she heard Jacob's tender whispers towards his son. Her heart sank.

Will I ever be able to give him a so?

Jacob returned to his tent, weary from a day of hard work and a night of waiting for Leah to give birth. He finally laid down, ready to slip blissfully to sleep. However, his peace was interrupted by heavy footsteps approaching his tent. Rachel burst in and grabbed Jacob by the tunic. She kissed him violently and pressed against him aggressively. Jacob grabbed her shoulders to stop her.

What on earth are you doing?

Give me children now?

She leaned in again with anger and aggression.

It's not up to me, Rachel, Get off. You're not in your right mind.

Ah. Are you calling me mad? Jacob? Are you calling me a mad woman?

That's not what I said. Don't put words in my mouth.

Give me a child, Jacob, Give me a child or I will die.

Am I in the place of God. He's withheld the fruit of the womb from you, not me. You're coming to a sheep for eggs. I'm not the control of whether you can conceive or not.

Rachel threw her fists against Jacob's chest and jumped off him. She paced back and forth, vibrating with jealousy and anger.

What good am I?

If I can't give you a child? How soon before you leave my side and find yourself to Leah.

She's the one who's given you sons, Rachel, My love is for you and you alone. You know this, yes, But for how long?

Jacob? How will we measure up when I am old and baron and Leah has given you a hundred sons?

Jacob was silent, shifting his eyes down and to the side. Rachel's upper lip curled upward into a snarl. She was a shepherdess, not a prophetess, but she could see the future. In that moment, she could see Jacob and Leah side by side, advancing the call of Abraham, Sarah, Isaac and Rebecca.

I won't lose you and my status to Leah. I refuse.

What are we supposed to do? Rachel? I can't make you fertile anymore than I can make the sunrise.

No, but there are other ways for me to give you children. Marry my half sister and maidservant, bil Ha. She can have children on my behalf.

Jacob froze and peered at Rachel for a long while.

Is is this a trap, No, Jacob, this is a way for me to seize control. Bill Ha is still young. She can give you more children on my behalf. We will exercise the ritual of fertility. I will stand over her when she gives birth, so that I too may become fertile. This way, you have a son in my honor, and my womb may be opened.

Jacob knew about his grandfather's history. He knew about hagar Ishmael and the ensuing chaos after Abraham had taken a second wife. Yet for all this knowledge, Jacob couldn't see the trap door to chaos right before him. With the same clueless carnal decision making as Abraham, Jacob agreed.

Ah very well, send bill Halen. The two of us will be bound in covenant, and she will give me sons on your behalf.

Bill Ha, Yes, my lady, we have discussed this matter already. You will bear Jacob's sons on my behalf. Between the two of us, we will catch up to Leah. As you say, my lady, don't be so uptight now.

Billah was brought to Jacob's side. Together, they consummated a marriage and bound her future children to Rachel's. It was an awkward and unsavory event. Rachel, warring with her own self worth, shared her husband with yet another Billa, conceived and bore a son. Rachel, in accordance with the rituals of the time, stood over her in an attempt to open up her womb. It was a vain attempt.

What should his name be, my lady, His name will be Damn, For God has heard my voice and judged rightly that I should have a son.

Jacob's growing family was marked with tension. Rachel and Leah, bound by blood and marriage, were forced to live in close proximity to each other, but their hatred boiled even deeper towards each other since Billah entered the fray.

Oh isn't damn precious? He's going to be a strong boy.

Rachel swooned over Billa's child loudly and in front of Lear.

Yes, Bila must be happy to have such a healthy child. He's mine by right too, you know sure, Rachel, whatever brings you comfort.

That night, Rachel gave Billa to Jacob again out of spite. Jacob was once again thrust into the middle of a war between sisters. In the moment, he enjoyed playing his part, but with each child born to him, things only seemed to get worse. Billa conceived and bore another son. Rachel laughed at the sight of him. She had a competitive fire in her against Leah.

His name shall be neft Tully with mighty wrestling, I have struggled and warred with my sister and seized a victory.

Leah paced back and forth, bouncing Judah on her hip. Zilpah was close by, weaving a basket for Reuben to take down to the stream for catching toads.

Rachel so smug about these news children. The one thing I had over her was that I could bear children. But of course, clever, smart and talented Rachel finds a way.

It's just like our childhood bill Has seems happy with the children I met, least glad she gets that.

Joy don't take their side. Yes, my lady, I've tried many times to conceive another child, but I'm afraid I've dried up or something. At this rate, Rachel and Bila will catch up. And who's to say Rachel won't end up having children of her own.

I think Jacob is content with having five healthy sons. My lady, do we need to press this further?

Oh, you don't understand. This isn't about Jacob anymore. This is about me and Rachel. This is about who will sit as the matriarch of this family. This is about dominance Zilpah, This is about whose name will be etched next to Jacob's in history.

Then what do we do, my lady. We can't open your womb to receive more children any more than we can close Bill has.

Rachel has changed the rules of the game. We'll play by her rules. You'll marry Jacob as well and had children on my behalf. It would be an honor, my lady, Are you sure it must be done?

Leah gave Zilpah to Jacob, another pawn in the war between Leah and Rachel. Leah spoke truly. It was no longer about love gained and love kept between Jacob and his wives. It had become a battle of dominance. The sons of Jacob were born from petty squabbles of favoritism and vice for power. Zilpah bore two sons, Goad, which means good fortune, and Asher, which means happy. They represented Lea's abundance and the growing confidence she had as a woman of prominence in Jacob's household. The heat of summer gave way to the chilly bite of four The morning, dew grew frosted, and the wheat crops were fresh and ready for harvest. Leah knew this was the perfect time to dig for mandrakes, often called love apples, they were well known to affect fertility. Leah sent Reuben out to dig for mandrakes. His hands bore through the cold earth, digging up as many roots as possible. When Rachel approached, he was carrying them back to his mother in a basket.

You there, boy, come here, what do you have there?

Mandrakes for my mother?

Give some to me.

I don't think I should.

Come now. I'm your dear aunt, give me some of your man drakes.

Stop harassing my son.

Leah approached with the tenacity of a mother.

Bear, give me some of your son's mandrakes.

Huh. Not only have you taken my husband away for me, but now you want my son's mandrakes.

Enough of that nonsense about me stealing your husband. It's childish. Besides, I need those mandrakes more than you do.

Yet they're mine to give or keep as I please.

Come, Reuben, I'll I'll let you lie with Jacob if you give me those mandrakes.

Lea's ears perked up. Jacob had been denying Lea ever since she stopped bearing him children. An arrogant smile flashed across Rachel's face. Leah claimed that Jacob was her husband, yet here Rachel was a gatekeeper for his bed. She had the real power. Lea's mind went back to the beginning of this mess, when she was but a girl. Desperate for Jacob's affection. She longed to be close to him again. She drew a deep breath, nodded to Reuben, and said, give her.

The man drakes.

You say I stole your husband, fine, but he's mine to give now, don't forget it.

Through the agreement struck with roots, Leah conceived two more sons, Hissakhah and Zebulen. She also bore him a daughter.

Dinah, God has given me what's fair, since I've been generous. Now my husband has no choice but to honor me, since I've given him six sons.

And a daughter.

Even so, after years of struggle and turmoil, God saw fit to open Rachael's womb. She and Jacob conceived out of love, and thus the grand spiral of love, favoritism, and hatred continued. The grassy plains of Canaan were glowing under the radiance of the stars. The heavens stretched out, bending like a bow across the wilds. Each star was a twinkling witness to Rachel's struggle. Her labored breaths rose with the fire warming her tenth.

I can't do this. I'm not strong enough. I never imagined this was possible. I thought God had forgotten me.

Oh oh.

Ah, what's taking so long? What's wrong?

Jacob was outside, forming a circle in the dirt with his constant pacing. Rachel lay there, looking up at the canvas above. Sweat beat down her brow and back. Jacob Jacob ran close to the canvas wall and placed his face beside it.

I'm here, my love.

Rachel closed her eyes and smiled. Having Jacob close helped. She had longed to give him a child since the first time they met. Now, after nearly a life together, here she was only moments away from her dream. She propped her head up and nodded to the midwife. She curled forward and pushed.

With all her might. He was coming.

She did it again with a high scream. Closer a third time, she clenched her fists and pushed. Her screams were suddenly replaced by the soft cries of a newborn child, a son, a pined after, precious miracle. The minute Jacob heard those cries from the other side of the tent, he ran in His son cried in Rachel's arms. He was the most beautiful thing Jacob had ever seen. Finally he had a child born from love. All other blessings in his life seemed to fade into the background as he gazed upon his miracle child. He held him in his arms. His beaming smile revealed his old and cracked face.

My son, my son, I shall name you Joseph.

He kissed his son's cheek and laid him in the arms of his mother. Out of all of his brothers, Joseph carried the favor of his father. The boy would grow up under the attentive wing of his parents and increase in knowledge, skill, and pride. Great would be his rise in his family, and great would be his fall. Jacob expanded his lineage larger than his forefathers could ever imagine, eleven sons to bear the promise given to Abraham and Isaac. Yet the house of Jacob had a foundation built on pettiness, favoritism, and jealousy. Jacob did nothing to thwart the coiling weeds of discord, choking out the life of his wives and children.

Jealousy in insidious whisper. That's so is discord and discontent. It lurks in the shadows of Leah and Rachel's story, two sisters, each longing for the love and approval that they see in the other. Competition, fears, and unrelenting the ache of unmet needs drives them to desperate measures. Rachel barren and beautiful, Leah fruitful but unloved, And amid all of this messy human strife, there's God he sees, he remembers. In the mess of their lives, God's mercy actually shines through. He opens wombs, blesses children, and hears the cries of the overlooked and the forgotten. What strikes me most is the humanity of it all. The Bible doesn't sugarcoat these stories. It presents them in all of their messiness, in their jealousy, competition, and pain. Leah and race Till are relatable. Their story is our story, flawed, fractured, and still filled with moments of divine intervention. God steps right into the middle of our mess, bringing us blessings and hope even when we don't realize it. So as I reflect on Leah and Rachel, I'm reminded of the beauty that can arise from our deepest wounds. I'm reminded of God's blessings in the darkness, and I'm thankful for them. When I was young, I, like most girls, dreamed of the day that I would hold my own children. But bringing life into this world is not a given. I had friends whose hearts ached with the burden of infertility, and friends who endured the silent sorrow of miscarriages. So when my husband and I were blessed with our first child, a healthy baby girl. My heart overflowed with gratitude. It was a miracle in every sense of the word, one that we didn't take for granted, because we understood that life is a gift, it's not a given. In this week's Biblical drama, we encounter Leah who gives birth to her fourth son and she names him Judah. In Hebrew, his name is Yehudah, and Yehudah means thankfulness. The Jewish sage is suggest that one of the qualities of the Chosen people is that of thankfulness. In fact, in Hebrew, the Jewish people are called Yehudeem, from the same root as Yehudah. We are called the people of Judah. Time and time again. The Bible teaches us how important it is to be thankful to God for everything that he gives us, and how important it is to be thankful when others help us, and so Leah's seemingly simple naming of her child Yehuda or Judah in English, has served as a reminder to generations of God's chosen people to always be thankful to Him, to always be thankful to our human beings, that even during hard times and darkness, we still need to hold on to even something little that we can.

Be grateful for.

But before Leah names her fourth son, Judah, the Bible tells us that she says something else. Leah gives birth to her son and declares, quote, this time, I will praise the Lord end quote. With this proclamation, Leiah became the first human to ever truly praise God.

But how can that be?

Hadn't one of these holy figures we've read about so far in the Bible already praised God. You'd think that Noah, who witness the flood and the Covenant of the Rainbow, would have praised God for those magnificent miracles, or that Abraham, given a son in his old age, would have praised God for that blessing. While others had indeed praised God, they'd done so in response to extraordinary, miraculous events, Leah's praise was different. She praised God for the every day miracles, the wonders that she and generations before her, maybe even us today, often overlook. She gave birth to a healthy child, and she recognized God's hand at work. It's easy to overlook his everyday miracles.

Isn't it.

We might miss the extraordinary in the seemingly ordinary. The glory of a sunrise, the brilliance of stars that shine in the night sky, the joy of speaking to a close friend, the satisfaction of eating a home cooked meal. I have to tell you, my friends, these are miracles, and sometimes all of us take them for granted. What I learn from Leah is that when we open up our eyes in our hearts, we will see God's everyday miracles all around us. Jealousy, competition, thankfulness. Through it all, God's promise to Abraham weaves through this tangled narrative. The birth of the Twelve Tribes is not a fairy tale. It's not usually easy. Actually, it's messy. It's human drama. It's a drama that reveels God's plan. The twelve tribes of Israel, each one of them, when you look at their story, is a testament to God's relentless faithfulness even in the hard times. Leah and Rachel's sons become the foundation of Israel, the nation through which God's promise to Abraham is fulfilled. God's plans aren't thwarted by our flaws. No, maybe he even needs our flaws in order to show his grace. And remember this, God's covenant isn't dependent on our perfection. He didn't create us to be perfect, but He did create us to turn our hearts to Him during the hard times. And that, my friends, is grace. In our daily Jewish prayers, we recite quote we.

Give thanks to you.

Your miracles are with us every day, and your wonders and your goodness are with us at all times.

End quote.

This prayer serves as a constant reminder to reflect on the miracles that we experience every day, to acknowledge the divine in our lives so that we never take these moments for granted. When we recognize God's hands in the little things like waking up in the morning, being able to speak, being able to breathe, being able to see. When we recognize God in those things, we experience his presence in the big things. And when we acknowledge God's everyday miracles, we open ourselves up to witnessing the greatest miracles of all God's revelations. So let's be inspired to be like Leah. Let's praise God not just for the grand and the extraordinary, but for his miracles that sustain us each and every day, because it's in the small and the simple that we find the wonder of His creation and the depth of his blessings. The blessing that I close with is very special to me. It's the priestly blessing from number six. And it's a blessing that my Abba, my father Rabbei fhil Ekstein of blessed memory, gave to me and my sisters. He blessed us with this blessing every Friday night an Shabbat, I'm the Sabbath, and it's the blessing that I leave you with today. Ivare Hashem vishmerechra ya heir hashempanave elera verra ye sa hashempanave lehra.

Shalon.

May the Lord bless you and keep you. May the Lord make his face shine upon you. May he be gracious to you. May the Lord turn his face towards you and give you peace.

Amen.

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