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“Out of the eater, something to eat;
    out of the strong, something sweet.”

Sometimes I think about 90% of our biblical knowledge actually comes from cheesy Hollywood movies built around the theme of the evil temptress seducing a poor man who is totally helpless, completely unprepared for such deceit, such disloyalty. He of course is an innocent, a babe in the woods, easy pickings.

In Samson’s case, there’s the small matter of disrespect for his parents, completely ignoring their wisdom, demanding they  “fetch her…” when he fancies a wife they aren’t too sure about.

biscuitsPoor, gentle Samson, he has no issues at all, the man is good, pure as the driven snow. Just step over his huge ego, his endless pride, the fact that he had some bad-feelz and slaughtered a thousand Philistines. The Philistines were bad guys anyway, so do not worry about it. Besides, there was that little thing with his wife and father in law being burned alive.

He’s a bit lustful too, leaving his wife to sob for a week before her untimely end, visiting prostitutes, meeting Delilah, and of course, he thinks nothing of lying to any of them. It’s all good, I mean they’re just prostitutes, right? Besides, his lies were just a matter of self-preservation.

I actually have great skillz when it comes to spinning, weaving the most elaborate defenses for other people’s behavior. Samson can hardly be blamed for lying, I mean the moment he told the truth they went and poked his eyes out. Murdering Philistines can hardly be called “wrong.” His wife was given to one of his companions and some people just need a really good donkey jawbone upside the head anyway. Crime of passion. It is what it is.

We can spin for Samson until the cows come home…….or until somebody finds honeycomb hidden in a lion carcass.

We can just heap all the blame on Delilah’s head, on her secret charms, her deceptive ways, and her great love of silver. No one in their right mind would ever empathize with a real survivor, a woman just trying to make her way in a world dominated by nothing but Philistines and weak kneed men who worship their own hair.

But than again, I’ve never claimed to be in my right mind.

 

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