It was a most subtle kind of covetousness, because it did not have to do with houses or lands or someone’s wife, but, rather with someone’s station in life. It had to do with the God-given gifts of others; their Jacob have I loved and Esau have I hated.
“But I am Jacob,” they cried, “I am God’s chosen one. These others who prosper, they are Esau; therefore there must be some sin in their accomplishments, some error of ways. Why would God have given them something and not given it to me? They must have stolen it. Let us ruthlessly analyze their lives and investigate their sin to draw our attention away from our craving of their successes and possessions.”
The sin and shortcomings of others they could plainly see. Yet, they did not understand that it was their own reflection. They would never be guilty of coveting possessions of another.
In the wilderness of this sin they wandered and moaned, “My needs have not been met, I cannot move forward.” The perceived void became such a wound that they took to their beds, unable to care for others; yet ready always to receive the care of others like a dry thirsty sponge; never full enough to be squeezed out to slack the thirst of another.
“Ah,” she said, “you are very subtle in your covetousness, for you are an opportunist. Not knowing how to create your own opportunities, you await the downfall of your lords and superiors, thinking their demise to be God’s provision for you.
You see their errors, sometimes their out and out deceitfulness, and you watch their downward spiral with sheepish anticipation, knowing the position, title, and yes, money will fall to you. It creates a tension within you, for you are merciful and sensitive. You mourn and agonize over the Achilles heal, the mote in the eye of your fellows, you feel their pain as they fall and you are mortified by the guilty joy that too soon overtakes you as you see what good will come of it for you.”