SU’EDDIE, THIS ONE IS FOR YOU
Conducted by an orchestra of hopelessness, a symphony of agony filled the ever dark room. In the enclosed dank space, groans of turning wheels mingled with endless sighs and moans. The nature of the torture was however, more mental than physical. A couple of tiny windows admitted watery light from above, still, the darkness within the man made mockery of the one without.
In the corners of the room, moonlight wrestled with murky shadows. Rats scurried around and about, squeaking noisily from the anger of hunger and the joy of discovering tit bits of grains. Bronze chains of captivity rattled and chinked continuously.
He went around in circles weeping through another night. Tears soaked the soil of his soul, each drop a double edged sword slashing sadistically. Thorns of sorrow and briers of soreness pierced the landscape of his heart. The nightmarish images behind unseeing eyes eagerly plunged daggers of despair into his battered mind endlessly. He lived in a place where pain was just the beginning of an unending spectrum. His colourful story had come to an abrupt end.
However, this morning as he wept with the heaviness of a broken hearted sky, up above something stirred…..
The exuberant forest had been slashed bare, ravaged by destructive elements. What was left bore no testament of what had once been. As dawn’s promise filled the skies and dew kissed the earth, roots took hold and awakened beneath forlorn skin. That which had been shaved began to grow one more time. The flowers of yesterday started to bloom again.
From Gaza to Ashkelon, thunderous parties exploded, wild merriment abounded. Drinks flowed, food flourished. The mortal nemesis of the people had fallen. Dagon’s might had finally prevailed!
Samson ached all over. Multiple stripes criss-crossed his back and burns spotted his skin. His empty sockets dripped purulent rivers. Mouth tasted like the cesspit of hell. The champion of Israel had become a human mess.
He turned the wheels off the mill unendingly in a meaningless circle. The killer of lions and thousands had become a menial donkey, a beast of burden. Purpose had been corrupted, destiny thwarted! The original blue print had been pissed upon! A divine mandate had been shattered.
He groped and felt to find his way around the dungeon. The sun of Israel now lived, caged in perpetual darkness.
Much more than the excruciating pain his nerves gave declaration of, what rankled most was the shame. He could not live down the taunts the Philistines hauled at him through the open windows. That which he had been born to destroy now ridiculed him. His life had become a tragic parody; the sacred script had been turned upside down. Heaven’s weapon had become a broken toy.
His weeping had endured another night. At the break of dawn, his scalp itched and as he scratched, the prickly feeling of new hair greeted his calloused hand. In the midst of the repercussions of the ignominious fall, his hair began to grow again.
He began to feel a bit like his old self. Divine energy bolted through him, supernatural adrenaline coursed through his veins. He felt his muscles ripple then grow taut. His pulse quickened with nervous tension and even though the room was dark, a ray of light flickered on behind his eyes.
He sensed God! The Strength of Israel offered him an olive branch. The Elohim never forgets His own, His mercies endure forever. He could not believe that after Jehovah’s departure that He would return to fellowship with him. Mercy had prevailed over judgement. At the hint of the dew of God’s grace, the cut tree of the warrior’s destiny started to thrive. Tears poured out of Samson’s empty sockets again but this time they were a deluge of hope…
Restoration brought a new beginning and would lead to a more desirable ending. It would now end for good. Despite the blindness, vision was restored. He saw what he had to do. He would go back to the original manuscript and fulfil his destiny. He would go out in a dramatic way but would achieve purpose to the uttermost even much more than before his fall.
Kneeling before the mill, he connected with the Adonai like he hadn’t in ages. He worshipped and prayed. The fellowship that was the source of his strength was back (the hair was just symbolic). Now everything would go well. The flames of righteous indignation lit up in his heart. The joke was now on hell! His enemies were not going to have the last laugh. …
…As the pillars came down and crushed thousands of Philistines, the ones that saw the Hebrew hero before the building collapsed thought he had gone mad. There seemed to have been a smile on his face as he was crushed to death. They were right…It was a smile borne out of the revelation of the oceanic magnitude of redemption….
This story is from Judges 16
MAY THE GRACE OF OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST, THE LOVE OF GOD AND THE SWEET FELLOWSHIP OF THE HOLY SPIRIT BE WITH US NOW AND FOREVER….
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