Don’t Be A Hirpler

By on March 22, 2012

HirplerHirpler? What the heck does hirpler mean? Let’s see…

Jacob, alone in the camp. Out of the dark, a Man, an Angel of God, appears.

He touches Jacob’s hip, wrenching it out of its socket. Jacob is now a hirpler: a limper. Dawn arises on the two, still locked in a scuffle. The Man says, “Let me go, for the dawn is breaking!” (Gen. 32:26 NLT)

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No, says Jacob. He is determined to cling with all his might. “I will not let You go unless You declare a blessing upon me…And [the Angel of God declared] a blessing on [Jacob] there.” (Gen. 32:25b, 26b Amp)

The Word says Jacob wrestled with the Man. In Hebrew, wrestle means to bedust or grapple. Grapple…to hold or make fast to something, to seize another or each other in a firm grip as in wrestling, or clinch.

Jacob clung. Hosea tells us, “Yes, he struggled with the Angel and prevailed; he wept and sought favor from Him.” (Hos. 12:4 NKJV) Jacob prevailed, or, more literally, was able, and received the favor and blessing he sought, not by so much by wrestling but by clinging.

We put the emphasis on what Jacob did instead of on what he said: I will not let You go!

It’s not about wrestling an answer from God. We don’t need to wrestle with God. The struggle is as Oswald Chambers (My Utmost for His Highest) said, “You have to wrestle against the things that prevent you from getting to God…Don’t be a hirpler in God’s ways, but be one who wrestles before God with things, becoming more than a conqueror through Him.”

When we cling to the Father seeking His favor, we will receive it. But if we limp through life as a hirpler, we will not be bold enough in our faith to cling to Him and wait for His favor.

So, {lovingly said} don’t be a hirpler!

From His Feet,


Originally posted on Heading Home.

About Lynn Mosher

At a time of physical upheaval in 2000, Lynn felt led of the Lord to take up her pen and write. With this new passion, she has embraced her mission to reach others through Christ-honoring literature, encouraging them in their walk and offering comfort through the written word. Lynn lives with her hubby of 45 years in their Kentucky nest, emptied of three chicklets, and expanded by three grand-chicklets, and an inherited dog. You can find her at her blog at:

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Don’t Be A Hirpler