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?