Women of the Bible 5: Who Am I?

Who is this woman from the Bible? Please comment your answer.

I twirled, and as I twirled, they laughed. My garments shimmered in the torchlight. I placed my veil across my face and got close to some of them, flirting. Then, I moved back several steps and began to dance again. I made sure they followed my movements. Mesmerized, they didn’t even talk but watched—and lusted.

Even my mother’s husband couldn’t take his eyes off of me. Neither did I want him to. I would demand a payment–a bauble or garment perhaps. He would pay for the entertainment I gave his guests.

When the music slowed, so did I. My veil floated in a circle around me, and I made my way around the room, showing my shoulders and my silhouette to every man. They were drunk with wine and with the sight of me—a beautiful young woman, dancing.

I got my beauty from my mother. Even though she is somewhat over thirty, she is still stunning. That’s why every king wants her.

The last man I danced for was the king, who’s my stepfather and uncle. He was smiling as he beckoned me close to him. A cloud of liquor breath hung around him. He grabbed my arm and said with a loud voice so that everyone in the room could hear, “You please me. What do you desire? You may ask whatever you want, and I will give it to you.”

I answered, “Give me a few minutes, please.”

He nodded assent, and I minced out of the room, being careful to seduce as I moved. I hurried to my mother and asked her what I should ask for. I had no idea what she would say, or I never would have asked. She said, “Ask for John’s head on a platter.”

So, I did.

A few minutes later, I got what I asked for.

And, I will never be the same.

Oh Lord, how long?

Every time a state signs a bill to kill more babies—many at birth or even after—I mourn. Then, I get angry. How could anyone think it’s just fine to kill an innocent, precious human child?

My mind goes to the other end of the scale, too, where five countries have approved doctor-decisioned euthanasia for old, “worthless” lives. I mourn, aware that each old person wilfully killed off is someone’s brother, sister, mother, father, aunt, or uncle. Who says they don’t have a right to be alive? I don’t understand that doctors should be able to kill. Period. Assisted suicide is legal in three countries and nine U. S. states. This means doctors can help people kill themselves–and disobey the Hippocratic oath they took.

The more we learn about babies, the more we understand that killing the baby would virtually never help the mother. The old arguments for abortion don’t even exist today.

I saw a quote the other day that a pregnant woman should not be called a mother. I don’t get why anyone could make such a statement. Doesn’t the very definition of pregnancy talk about mother and baby? Or have they changed that, too?

The more my own country makes laws that kill people, the more I ask, “Oh Lord, how long?”

It’s not a new question, and the answer is beautiful.

Many years ago, the prophet Jeremiah was bemoaning his sufferings—which were many—and then he contemplated truth. This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. It is of the LORD’S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness (Lamentations 3:21-23).

How long will the Lord put up with it all? With killing babies and old people? With wars, genocides, and mass killings?

We don’t know.

But, we do know that every day that we have on earth, it’s because of His great mercy. It’s another sign that God is faithful and His compassion never fails.

The next time I want to throw up my hands and ask “How long,” I will remind myself the God is merciful. Therefore, he’s given us another morning.

And, I will praise Him.