Monday, May 07, 2007

YOU GOTTA HAVE FAITH



I think that one of the strangest episodes in scripture is the story of Samson (Judges 13-16).



He definately had woman problems, or perhaps it would be more correct to say he had problems with his Texas-sized libido.




I think that one of the stories from scripture that is hardest to swallow for me, and which I just have to accept on faith, is not Noah's Ark or Jonah and the Whale, it is the unbelievable story of Samson catching three-hundred foxes. That's right 3-0-0! And he waited until he had caught all three hundred before tying flaming torches to their tails so they would run through the Philistines fields setting them on fire.

I can barely catch both of my kids at the same time. Logistically speaking, how would you catch three hundred foxes. How many square miles would you need to cover to even find that many? How long would it take? And then how would you catch them without killing them? How would you maintain a grip on three-hundred wriggling, biting, scratching foxes? And then you'd have to gather material for three hundred torches, and so on, etc...

I can guaranty you this my anger would have cooled a bit after catching the first couple of foxes or so. I can picture myself on a hill top, sweaty, with a fox under each arm, and arms all chewed up, saying, "Those guys aren't so bad I guess. I'm going home and get something for these cuts."

I really don't understand Samson. Enough with the prostitutes already!!! And don't fish honey out of a rotting lion carcass! What's wrong with you???

2 comments:

Rocket Surgeon, Phd said...

I'm thinking he must've captured them from an animal market or something...

You're right. That's a hard thing to wrap my mind around...

Andrew Peck said...

I guess I had never thought of that before.
They may of been very numerous in the land, maybe like our present day felines....