Women of the Bible 17: Who are we?

Our father reared our family in a heathen city. One day, a couple of visitors came to our door. Father graciously opened our home to the two men, giving them gracious hospitality and lodging.

In the evening, all the men of our city encircled our house, as if they were rioting against us. They knocked at the door, insisting that my father hand our visitors over to them—to do shameful acts with them. We were terrified.

What did Father do? He stepped outside and closed the door behind him. Then, he offered to give us to those nasty people—his own virgin daughters. Behind the door and behind the visitors, we listened. How horrible! He cared more about being a good host than loving and protecting his own flesh and blood.

That evening, we lost all respect for him.

Our guests opened the door and pulled my father back into the house.

All the men outside became blind. They kept feeling for the door, creeping us out.

The visitors told Father to run and save our family from destruction, but when our father urged them to flee, our brothers and brothers-in-law just laughed at him. They thought he must be kidding.

During the night, the two visitors took our hands: my mother, father, and us two sisters, and led us out of the city. One of them said, Escape for thy life; look not behind thee, neither stay thou in all the plain; escape to the mountain, lest thou be consumed.

Would you believe my father argued with him? Father asked to go to another small city. The visitor agreed and waited for us to arrive at the little town. Again, he urged us to hurry.

We ran, and as we entered the town, judgment rained down on the cities behind us. Our mother looked back. Immediately, she was destroyed.

Mourning our mother and having no respect for our father, we lived with him in a cave. We left a beautiful house and ended up with our dad in a cave. He was rendered useless. Sadness overcame him, and he didn’t have work or flocks or riches.

Neither did we.

My elder sister came up with a plan, as it was obvious no one was going to want poor girls as brides. We would get Dad drunk and have children by him.

He was so drunk he never knew what happened. We got our wish, and both of us had sons fathered by their grandfather.

The children of our wombs and their progeny gave the nation of Israel grief from that time forward.

Who are we?

Who is our father?

For bragging rights, what are our sons’ names, and which nations came from them?

A question for consider: when in the Bible was incest forbidden? So … did we do wrong?

Women of the Bible 15: Who are we?

We are four sisters with a unique ministry.

Our father is an evangelist.

In the New Testament, the only other woman with our title is the ancient lady, Anna. We are young, unmarried women with the same spiritual gift.

Some people think we’re lady preachers. Ha ha! We think that’s funny. Scripture never approves of women leading men or teaching them.

But, we do preach, if you want to call it preaching. We share Scripture with other women and also evangelize children. We are our father’s right arms, so to speak. When he preaches to adults, we later counsel some of the women using Bible truths.

We also teach children the gospel. The message of salvation through Jesus is so simple that even little children can understand and be saved. In fact, Jesus said, Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, he shall not enter therein (Mark 10:15).

After us, though women in Titus 2 and other passages clearly teach, there are no more women in the New Testament called by this title.

Who are we?

Who is our father?

What is our title?

And, for extra credit, what Bible verse tells us not to teach men in church?

For special bonus points, three verses in the Bible tell women to do one specific action in church services. What is that action? Do you know the references?

Women of the Bible 16: Who am I?

Men took charge of me, because I have a gift. They take me around, so that I can tell people’s fortunes. We go into market places, set up a little booth, and they charge money for my services. The men are happy with me, because I am good at the theater of it, convincing. I can read people, and the weird thing is, my predictions come true. So, people come back, and they tell their friends. I make a lot of money, but my handlers take it all.

What do I get? Voices, nightly visions, torments, daily abuse, and slavery.

My gift is a curse.

Even though something I cannot name torments me, I am drawn to follow a group of people. Their leader calls himself an apostle, and he has a doctor with him. I can’t help myself; I know something and I scream out, These men are the servants of the most high God, which shew unto us the way of salvation.

I shriek after them many days. Even though what I say is true, the leader is troubled. He understands it’s a demon speaking and addresses the evil spirit, I command thee in the name of Jesus Christ to come out of her.

That same hour, I am free.

My gift is gone.

I have peace.  

Unfortunately, my masters notice the immediate change in me. They cannot exploit me as before. I am of no value to them. My handlers capture my liberators, bring them into the marketplace before the magistrates and say, These men, being Jews, do exceedingly trouble our city, and teach customs, which are not lawful for us to receive, neither to observe, being Romans.

And the multitude rose up together against them: and the magistrates rent off their clothes, and commanded to beat them. When they had laid many stripes upon them, they cast them into prison, charging the jailor to keep them safely: Who, having received such a charge, thrust them into the inner prison, and made their feet fast in the stocks.

I feel so sad for those men. They recognized evil and now, they suffer because they helped me. After calling upon Jesus to free me, they’re prisoners themselves.

“God, please free these men. They did nothing to deserve this. And Lord, thank you. I plan to sleep well tonight, back in my father’s home, in my own bed. From today forward, I want to serve You.”

Who am I?

In which book of the Bible do you find my story? (Hint: the doctor wrote it.)

Who were the two men who were beaten and put into prison?

Did God free them?

If so, how?

Who am I?

I’m a woman from the Bible. Who am I?

One evening, I arrive at the well as is my custom, and an elderly man is sitting there. I can’t figure out why any man would be waiting in that place. Maybe he is unwell. I ask him if he wants some water. He gratefully takes a dipperful. The old man seems tired but also excited, as if he were anticipating something special. I’m not sure what to think.

I volunteer to give his camels water, and he accepts. I lift many pitchers full. The man is appreciative and emotional. He bows his head and worships the LORD. Blessed be the LORD God of my master, who hath not left destitute my master of his mercy and his truth: I being in the way, the LORD led me to the house of my master’s brethren.

He gives me beautiful jewelry, which I wear immediately. In turn, I offer hospitality to him and his animals.

My brother greets the stranger warmly. The man refuses to eat without first telling the story of his mission. Frankly, it’s a long one. He goes back to the history behind his master and that he’d been sent to the relatives to pick out a wife for his master’s son. He tells my family about his prayer and my appearing and giving the camels water.

It seems strange to me that he would pray that way, and I honestly think most young women would treat animals well. What do I know?

My brother and father listen. Indeed, all the household listens intently to the fascinating story. When the man asks my father and brother if I will go with him to be his master’s son’s wife, they reply yes.

The man bows himself to the ground and worships God. Then, he gives me even more jewels of silver and gold and beautiful clothing. He also gives gifts to my brother and mother.

Everyone is in party mode tonight, eating and drinking and rejoicing.

I go to bed wondering what kind of man I will find at the end of my journey. Is he tall, kind … dare I dream handsome? It takes me a while to come to terms with my fate. In one day, I am engaged to marry someone I have never seen. Will he think I am pretty? Too late now. The agreement has been made. My father and brother are all for this match and I have no say. But, if the Lord indeed led this servant to me, it will be okay. I rest in the will of God and my family.

The next morning, the man is in a hurry to whisk me away. My mother and brother protest, saying they want me to stay at home at least ten days. But the man insists that we leave today.

My family lets me decide. I tell them I am willing.

I’m soon on my way, tears brimming as I turn away from home and family, promising to return someday. My nurse and maids travel with me, riding on camels, like princesses.

I peep from behind my veil to meet my husband. He is beautiful, and I sing a little song of praise to God in my heart.

Soon, we are married. He actually loves me. I didn’t dare to hope for my husband’s heart. It is wonderful to be married to this man. God knew what He was doing when he directed my father-in-law’s servant to me.

God blesses us with two sons, twins. The Lord tells me clearly, The elder shall serve the younger.

I make a huge mistake and decide our younger son is my favorite. I make another mistake, putting our son and his inheritance before my husband in my affections. Two deceptions later, I lose him forever. For he must flee, and I will die before he returns.

God has mercy on my favorite son and makes him—and our elder son—fathers of nations.

Who am I?

Who is my husband?

What are the names of our sons?

Which nations did they found?

For bragging rights, can you name my father and brother?

For extra credit, what specific kinds of jewelry did the servant give me at the well?

Women of the Bible 14: Who am I?

I married my brother.

Don’t judge me harshly.*

Let me tell you about my husband. He’s repentant now, but he wasn’t until after his punishment. Marked and banned from society by Almighty God, my husband reacted, “My punishment is greater than I can bear.” He was afraid our siblings and their children would want to kill him.

And, why not? After all, he had shed innocent blood in a fit of wrath. My husband is the eldest child—and the first murderer on the earth.

My God was merciful. “The LORD said unto him, Therefore whosoever slayeth (my husband), vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold. And the LORD set a mark upon (him), lest any finding him should kill him.”

So my husband moved his home to the land of Nod, on the eastern side of the Garden of Eden. There, we married, and I had our first child. My husband built a city and named it after our son. (Another man in the Bible would have the same name, and he was a great man, as well.)

But no one would name their son for my husband.

I am thankful for our merciful God, who gave a second chance to a murderer, forgave him, protected his life, and gave him a family. I praise God every day for prospering us. May God be praised.

Who am I?

Who is my husband?

Why do you think God had mercy upon this man instead of killing him outright?

My post surmises that he married his sister. The Bible doesn’t say. Do you think he married someone else? Feel free to share your ideas.

*Because Adam and Eve were commanded to populate the earth (Genesis 1), their children were not yet under the commands that prevented siblings and family members from marrying each other. Those did not come until hundreds of years later, in Leviticus 18:6-18.