Bible women 7: Who am I?

The judge profesied to the captain of Israel: The journey that thou takest shall not be for thine honour; for the LORD shall deliver your enemy into the hand of a woman.

The enemy gathered his troops with nine hundred chariots of iron and readied them for battle.

Israel went to meet them, descending from Mount Tabor with ten thousand men.

The Lord confused the enemy with all their chariots and warriors, and their captain ran away on foot.

I was outside tending to our camels when I noticed him running towards our tent home. As soon as his face was recognizable, I knew who he was: our enemy, the captain of Jabin’s army, running away like the coward he was, wearing the cloak of a poor man. I circled to the front and called out to him, “Stranger, please come in and find shelter.” When he entered, I rolled out a cushioned mat on the floor.

“I’m thirsty. Bring me water,” he commanded. I knew by his tone I had guessed correctly. This was indeed the captain.

Instead of water, I opened a bottle and gave him milk, encouraging him to take a nap. I would stand watch at the door. He ordered me to lie and say no, should anyone ask if I had seen him.

Oh yes, I would stand watch. I would make sure no one came in, but I wouldn’t lie. I’d guarantee he wouldn’t be seen—and there would be no witness to what I was about to do.

Within minutes, he was asleep on the couch on the floor. Snoring. What a racket! My husband never snored so loud. I knew my chance had come. I tiptoed outside to the wooden chest where we kept tools, chose a sharp tent stake and hammer, and silently slinked back into my tent. It wouldn’t have mattered if I’d made a noise. That man wouldn’t even have heard a camel bawling. He was sound asleep and still making too much noise of his own.

I steadied myself, took a deep breath and held it. I would save many lives by killing him. Still, it wasn’t easy. I had to muster all my strength. I held the tent stake at his temple and hit it hard. With two terrible blows, it went all the way through, pinning him in place.

He would never snore again.

While I pounded and blood splattered all over my dress and the corner of our tent, Israel’s soldiers followed the confused enemy and defeated them. Many enemy troops fell on their swords rather than being killed or captured. They suffered utter defeat.

Soon, Israel’s captain and soldiers passed by my home. Still decorated with blood spray, I invited the captain to come inside to view his enemy. The tent peg pinned his head to our floor.

God had delivered the kingdom of Jabin into the hands of the Israelites. Our people were free.

Later, they would sing praises to God for the victory. Part of that song described my little part. Blessed above women shall (she) be, blessed shall she be above women in the tent. She put her hand to the nail, and her right hand to the workmen’s hammer; and with the hammer she smote (the captain), she smote off his head, when she had pierced and stricken through his temples. At her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay down: at her feet he bowed, he fell: where he bowed, there he fell down dead.

Who am I?

And, who was the enemy captain I killed?

What was the name of the captain of Israel’s army?

And, for extra credit, who was the judge?

And, if you enjoy deep topics, what is the difference between killing in war and murder? Is there a difference? Bible references?

Women of the Bible 6: Who Am I?

Who is this biblical woman? Please read and see if you know her. And, don’t forget to comment.

I’m a working woman.

My husband and I traveled with one of the greatest church planters of all time, and he worked with us—literally. His trade was our own, and we were thankful for the opportunity to be co-workers, both spiritually and in our jobs. As we put the pieces of fabric together, we talked with him and learned from him.

One day, we heard a preacher of the gospel, and my husband felt he should invite him into our home. He needed teaching. He needed to have sound doctrine as well as boldness and charisma. Just as we would teach a son, we lovingly brought him along in the doctrines of God’s Word.

We are helpers in the ministry. The great church planter greets us by name in the Bible. In the Holy Scriptures, we also greet the people in Corinth on behalf of the church that meets in our house.

My husband and I function as a team—serving the Lord and also in the practical work that we do. In fact, when you read about me in the Bible, my name is always associated with my husband’s.

What is my name?

My husband’s?

For added credit, how do we make a living?

And, who’s the church planter we followed from place to place?

What can you learn about marriage and Christian service from my husband and me?

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.

Women of the Bible 4: Who am I?

Can you guess this biblical woman?

Who am I?

I used to swish, mince, and dance as I walked. I was beautiful.

But God took away my:

  • tinkling ankle bracelets
  • round ornaments
  • chain necklaces and bracelets
  • head ornaments, earrings
  • nose jewels
  • beautiful apparel
  • veils
  • mirrors
  • hooded capes

I was ruined.

Instead of sweet perfumes, I no longer smelled good.

Instead of a beautiful sash, I wore a torn one.

Even my gorgeous, stylish hair fell out.

There was burning instead of beauty.

I ended up sitting on the ground instead of flaunting myself.

I am an allegory, but I represent reality.

Who am I? What happened to me? Why?

Women of the Bible 3: Who are we?

My grandfather was Hepher, the son of Gilead, of the family of Manasseh. My father had no sons, but I have plenty of sisters. I think my parents must have been hard up for girls’ names, since all of us got –ah at the end. I am Noah. Can you believe it? Just like the guy who built the ark and saved his family and the animals. My sisters’ names are even worse. But I’m being foolish.

My father was faithful to God, but Jehovah only gave him daughters.

When our father passed away, my sisters and I were single women. We had no brother to take care of us. Our father’s wealth would pass to no one if we couldn’t inherit. So, all five of us got our heads together and came upon a plan. It was bold, but we figured it never hurt to ask. The result would determine if we’d be destitute and the community would need to help us, or we would be able to inherit, just as if we were sons.

We presented ourselves to the leader, the priest, princes, and the congregation by the door of the tabernacle. My eldest sister spoke, “Our father died in the wilderness, and he was not in the company of them that gathered themselves together against the LORD in the company of Korah; but died in his own sin, and had no sons. Why should the name of our father be done away from among his family, because he hath no son? Give unto us therefore a possession among the brethren of our father.”

The leader turned his back on us and walked away. We later found out he’d taken our cause before the Lord.

After a half hour, he returned and told everyone that God had spoken to him, saying, “The daughters … speak right: thou shalt surely give them a possession of an inheritance among their father’s brethren; and thou shalt cause the inheritance of their father to pass unto them. And thou shalt speak unto the children of Israel, saying, If a man die, and have no son, then ye shall cause his inheritance to pass unto his daughter.”

This ruling became a precedent. God said women could inherit if there were no brothers.

God said something else to our leader: we could only marry within our tribe. If we did not, we wouldn’t keep our inheritance. All of us ended up marrying our father’s brothers’ sons. Thus, we kept our wealth in the tribe of Manasseh.

Through my sisters and me, God showed the generations to come that He is fair and loving, and that He takes care of women left fatherless.

I am thankful for an older sister who was brave enough to speak up; for our leader, who went to God with our petition; and most of all, to God, for pleading our case—and providing for the rights of many young women which would follow.

Praise Jehovah, for He is good.

Who are we? You already know my name. Who are my sisters? And, who was our father?