Jacob went close to his father Isaac, who touched him and said, “The voice is the voice of Jacob, but the hands are the hands of Esau.” He did not recognize him, for his hands were hairy like those of his brother Esau; so he blessed him. “Are you really my son Esau?” he asked.
“I am,” he replied. Then he said, “My son, bring me some of your game to eat, so that I may give you my blessing.” Jacob brought it to him and he ate; and he brought some wine and he drank. Then his father Isaac said to him, “Come here, my son, and kiss me.” So he went to him and kissed him. When Isaac caught the smell of his clothes, he blessed him and said, “Ah, the smell of my son is like the smell of a field that the LORD has blessed... Isaac trembled violently and said, “Who was it, then, that hunted game and brought it to me? I ate it just before you came and I blessed him—and indeed he will be blessed!” Genesis 27.22-27, 33
Aside from the incredibly foreign nature of a true blessing for this American (I can only wonder what my father would be able to bestow upon me on his deathbed), which I find very intriguing, I have always wondered something.
Why when Isaac heard Jacob’s voice did he trust his hands more? We are told his eyesight is poor, but is his hearing so far gone as well? Just something that I ponder…
Originally posted as a note at YouVersion