And it's a feeling that pops up in some pretty surprising places, even in our sacred stories. to one of those moments, found in the Book of Jubilees.

The Book of Jubilees, for those unfamiliar, is an ancient Jewish text that retells the stories of Genesis and Exodus, but with a whole lot of extra detail and a unique perspective. It's considered apocryphal by some (meaning it's not included in the standard Jewish or Protestant biblical canon), but it's revered by others, like the Ethiopian Orthodox Church. It gives us a fascinating glimpse into the religious thought of the Second Temple period.

In Chapter 17, we find Abraham in a state of pure bliss. His son, Ishmael, the son of Hagar, is there with him. Abraham is overjoyed. He’s seen his children, he hasn’t died childless! Can you imagine the relief, the gratitude?

And he remembered what God had promised him, way back when Lot, his nephew, split off and went his own way. God had said he'd give Abraham descendants, seed upon the earth to inherit the earth. Abraham is just overflowing with thanks, blessing the Creator with everything he has.

It's a beautiful, heartwarming scene. A father’s joy, a promise fulfilled.

But then… Sarah enters the picture.

She sees Ishmael "playing and dancing" with Abraham, and Abraham is "rejoicing with great joy." And what happens? She becomes jealous.

Jealous!

Now, isn’t that interesting? After all this time, after all the waiting and hoping, after the miraculous birth of Isaac is on the horizon (as the Book of Jubilees goes on to describe), Sarah is still experiencing that pang of jealousy toward Ishmael.

What's going on here? Was it simply that Ishmael, now a young man, was enjoying a closeness with Abraham that she felt was rightfully her son's? Was it a fear that Ishmael might still somehow threaten Isaac's inheritance?

Whatever the reason, it's a powerful reminder that even in moments of great joy and blessing, those pesky human emotions can still bubble up. Even in the lives of our patriarchs and matriarchs. Even in the stories we hold sacred.

And maybe, just maybe, that's what makes these stories so enduring. Because they show us that even the most righteous among us are still, at their core, human. They struggle. They feel. They get jealous. And that, in a strange way, makes them all the more relatable.