I will not let you go, unless you bless me.
—Genesis 32:26b
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
It was the best of times, because I was young and I was rich. I’d moved north to live among my mother’s people, and there near the city of Haran, I went from having nothing to having everything. I admit that some of it was at my uncle’s expense. But Uncle Laban could give as good as he could get. If I’d tricked him out of a few herds, he started it by saddling me with both his daughters.
It was the best of times, because I was young and I was rich. I’d moved north to live among my mother’s people, and there near the city of Haran, I went from having nothing to having everything. I admit that some of it was at my uncle’s expense. But Uncle Laban could give as good as he could get. If I’d tricked him out of a few herds, he started it by saddling me with both his daughters.
Don’t get me wrong. I loved one of them. But in order to marry her I had to work for my uncle for many years. And since she was the younger daughter, I had to marry her older sister before I could marry her. In the end, I had two wives, and thousands of sheep.
But it was also the worst of times.