Agag’s descendents lived to oppose and target the Jewish people through Haman. Saul’s selfish disobedience directly resulted in the enemy Esther had to face generations later. But what we discover in Esther’s story is that even the evil decisions of our ancestors cannot defeat the purpose of God.
The sin of your forefathers - even the sin not-so-distant, of your father and mother - does not have the power to dictate your life story. Our society is intensely focused on processing childhood trauma. This can be a healthy, good, and necessary step IF it is a step directed toward healing. Endless rehearsal of the sins of our fathers… that is not healing. Living in constant fear of becoming our parents or grandparents… that is not freedom. Parenting from anxiety that we are destined to BE the worst parts of our parents… that is not wisdom. Hear what I am saying, not what I'm not saying. Josh and I see a counselor every 6-8 weeks and her work with us has involved looking backwards in order to move forward. But there has to be the moving forward.
The Cross has power. The gospel is not just about eternity. It's a very present reality, a reality of bondage-breaking and Spirit-empowered freedom from patterns of the past. Saul's disobedience caused a ripple effect that his own descendants had to suffer with. He directly CAUSED their pain. But Esther's obedience and faith in the face of fear (more on that in my message below) reversed Saul's sin and made God's hand visible in Israel's story. This reversal of the sins of our lineage - the things they did wrong, the habits and addictions and patterns they introduced to us - is available to us in Christ. It may not be an easy process. It probably won't be. But God has promised freedom, and we get to ask for it, press for it, partner with him in it. Generational sin does not have power over the Lord who conquered death.
My ministry exists today because I have parents who let Christ break chains of divorce, legalism, sexual sin, and deceit. They didn't do it perfectly (hi mom! ;) but they did their best to let Jesus do His work, willing to say: This ends with me.
Esther said - perhaps unknowingly - It ends with me, even if it ends me.
And sometimes that's what it feels like. Fighting uphill will feel like an ending, but really, it's just the beginning of a story Jesus wants to tell through you.
The rage builds red,
churning hot;
the mirror holds the face of his father.
Fists clenched, he closes his eyes and
exchanges seething for strength.
The blonde boy, the one always with him,
sees the surrender,
and another link
is broken.
The day goes down
a thrashing wreck,
the plan neither peace nor perfection.
Heart benched, she closes her eyes and
exchanges screaming for strength.
The dark-eyed girl, the one in the car seat,
hears the “Help me,”
and another link
is broken.
The dawn comes early,
casting beams
across the pages lying marked and messy.
Undressed, she closes her eyes and
exchanges insecurity for strength.
The little ones, the ones always watching,
feel the faith here,
and another link
is broken.
This enslaving anger
guilt
and unfaithfulness,
cynicism
criticism
condescension
contempt—
link by link drop powerless as children choose
faith and hope,
love and peace,
restraint and grace.
And after days of this choosing
become years of the same,
the grandchildren no longer know
the slavery of their forefathers
because someone loved them…
enough to break a chain.