I’ve previously shared on this blog Frederick Buechner’s always entertaining daily offering. Here’s another great example of how, in my opinion, religion should always be done, not taking itself too seriously, but always aware of its importance in the overall scheme of things.
DEBORAH WAS ISRAEL’S ONLY WOMAN JUDGE. She looked like Golda Meir and did business under a palm tree. Her business consisted of more than just stepping in and settling things when people got in a wrangle. Like all the other judges of Israel, she was loaded with charisma, and whenever there was any fighting to be done, she was the one who was in charge. Even generals jumped when she snapped her fingers. Barak, for instance. She summoned him to the palm tree and told him she wanted him to take ten thousand of his best men and beat the stuffing out of the Canaanite forces under a general named Sisera. Barak said he’d do it but indicated he’d feel more secure if Deborah came along. She said she would. She also said it was only fair to warn him, however, that the main glory of the day was going to be not his but a woman’s because a woman was going to be the one to wipe out Sisera. In addition to her other hats, Deborah was also something of a prophet and had pronounced feminist sympathies. Her prediction turned out to be correct, of course. Barak won the battle, but Sisera was disposed of by a lady named Jael in a rather spectacular way, which can be read about later in this book, and to make sure that Jael got all the credit that was coming to her, Deborah wrote a song to help spread the word around. It is a wonderful song, full of blood and thunder with a lot of hair-raisingly bitter jibes at the end of it about how Sisera’s old mother sits waiting at the window for her son to come home, not knowing that Jael has already made mincemeat of him. Deborah composed it, but she got Barak to sing it with her. Barak looked like [Bibi Netanyahu], and it must have been quite a duet. The song brushes by Barak’s role rather hastily, but it describes Jael’s in lavish detail and must have gotten her all the glory a girl could possibly want. Yahweh himself gets a plug at the end—”So perish all thine enemies, O Lord!” (Judges 5:31)—but by and large the real hero of Deborah’s song is herself. Everything was going to pot, the lyrics say, “until you arose, Deborah, arose as a mother in Israel” (5:7), and you can’t help feeling that Deborah’s basic message was that Mother was the one who really saved the day. And of course, with Yahweh’s help, she was. It’s hard not to bridle a little at the idea of her standing under the palm tree belting out her own praises like that, but after all, she had a country to run and a war to fight, and she knew that without good press she was licked from the start. Besides, maybe the more self-congratulatory parts of her song were the ones that she assigned to Barak. Judges 4-5 -Originally published in Peculiar Treasures and later in Beyond Words |
You might hope this special village would be visited by more than just a handful of the 4 million people who participate in so-called Holy Land tours every year. Spoiler alert, Mayor Sami entertains a pitifully small number of guests per year.
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Deborah had a city to run and a war to fight. She was a “politician” in every respect who knew the benefits of “good press.” As a true feminist she down-played Barak’s role, giving the glory for the victory to Jael. But Deborah (along with Yehweh) really was the brains behind this battle effort.
John’s friend, Sami, a Palestinian leader of another sort, was injured years ago by Israelis using his city for target practice. Justice, truth, and fairness are hard to come by in that their situation and condition is pretty much ignored by the dominant Israeli press–if you can’t get the truth out on any subject, your cause already has 2 strikes against it. This is an on-going predicament for the people of Palestine–an unfair battle, hard to gain any footing in their striving for a real “homeland.”