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Rembrandt, The Death of Jacob, 1640-42 |
A homily written for a service of Evensong at St Giles-in-the-Fields on Sunday 3rd August 2025 based on the texts of Genesis 50.4-end and 1 Corinthians 14.1-19.
Describing the death of two great figures in Israel’s history, the final chapter of the Book of Genesis is sometimes turned to for lessons in effective end-of-life planning.
Jacob—by then in Egypt—calls his sons to his bedside and addresses each in turn, offering a no-holds-barred assessment of their character and a prophecy about the future of their descendants, who will become the twelve tribes of Israel. He blesses them, gives instructions for his burial and then gives up the ghost.Our first lesson this evening begins with the events that immediately follow Jacob’s death.
Joseph, Jacob’s beloved son—once a slave, now
Pharaoh’s right-hand man—moves quickly to honour his father’s wishes. With
Pharaoh’s support and financial backing, he arranges forty days of national
mourning and a grand procession to Canaan, complete with chariots, horsemen,
and a further seven-day funeral rite.
After all the ceremony, Joseph’s brothers are
left uneasy. Though he had long ago forgiven them for throwing him into a pit
and selling him into slavery, they now fear that, with Jacob gone, Joseph might
seek revenge. So they approach him, claiming that their father had asked them
to appeal to Joseph for his forgiveness after his death.
Joseph reassures them. His forgiveness
stands—and more than that, he sees their actions as part of God’s wider purpose
to preserve life - His salvation plan for the people of Israel. We then
fast-forward several decades to Joseph’s final days. He offers provision for
his brothers and their children, and then, at the end of this final chapter of
the Book of Genesis, he too dies.
Behind the splendour of Jacob’s
funeral—something few of us could imagine replicating—the narrative offers
something much deeper: glimpses of how we might live out our own final
chapters.
Drawing together our complicated and sometimes
conflicted families, seeking reconciliation and offering blessing; being candid
about the loose ends we will leave behind, and honest in our hopes for the
future—placing them all into the hands of the One who completes what we cannot.
We see the importance of making our wishes
known—where and how we would like to be laid to rest—and of making provision
not only for the material needs of those we leave behind, but also for their
emotional and spiritual needs, through communal acts of mourning, thanksgiving,
and remembrance.
Of course, no single passage from scripture
offers a complete model for life—or death. Much is absent from the accounts of
Jacob and Joseph’s deaths.
We are told of lingering anxieties and
unresolved tensions, but not of the raw grief, disorientation, or numbness that
so often accompanies real loss. This silence perhaps as important as the words
themselves. The experience of grief can rarely be adequately conveyed by words
alone.
In our second lesson, St Paul warns the
Corinthian church against unintelligible worship. He urges them to seek
clarity, to speak and act in ways that build up the whole community. Speaking
in tongues may be spiritually uplifting, he says—he himself is an expert in
doing so—but unless the meaning of what is spoken is made clear, such practices
miss the communal purpose of worship.
He uses music to make his point. Pipes, harps,
and trumpets can make any number of sounds—but it is only when the notes are
ordered, when a melody emerges, that others can understand and respond.
And he reminds them that love—charity,
in the older translations—is to shape everything. It is that melody of love,
communicated clearly and lived openly, that allows the community to flourish;
that builds them up.
Last week I officiated at the funeral of a
young woman—a student from abroad who died suddenly, without any of the careful
planning we see in Genesis. Her parents, brother, and sister were not Christian
and spoke no English. Through a translator, they had asked for a Christian
service, but without music. They flew in, stayed three days, and returned home
with her ashes.
The liturgy was largely unintelligible to
them. But the melody of God’s love still found its way through our gestures,
our shared silences, and long embraces that carried all the weight that words
could not.
I knew nothing of this talented 24-year-old.
But standing beside her open coffin, commending her soul to the mercy of God,
our lives—so different and incomplete—were all briefly, profoundly knitted
together.
And we offered all that was unfinished,
unspoken, and unknown to the only One who can hold it fully.
The One
who hears the language too deep for words.
The One who, even in silence,
sings the final note and
completes the story.
The One we are here to worship.
Image : Rembrandt, The Death of Jacob, 1640-42
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