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Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Delilah - Misunderstood

The woman who was Samson's downfall. The temptress. Sly and cunning. A bad girl.

The meaning of her name varied with each site I looked at. One said it was "The One Who Weakened" another said "Delicate" and still another said "Languishing, Lovelorn, Seductive". Christian families don't even name their girls Delilah because it tends to make most think of the word: "whore" or "deceiver".

She's always intrigued me. She steps into Samson's history in Judges 16 and then leaves as quickly as her name appears.

Many people have said she was a prostitute. I won't profess to know exactly what she did, because the Bible doesn't say. There is mention of a prostitute earlier in chapter, but that was a different woman, in a different city. She isn't even named. She was just a woman Samson slept with...nothing more...nothing less.
Then Delilah enters the story. She is named. The only woman in Samson's history that was named. Not even his own mother was named. Not even his first wife. I think that's why she is so remembered. There is power is saying someone's name. I think that's why she sticks out like a sore thumb here...she has a name...it makes her very human...and very real.

Delilah. Maybe she was a widow. Oblivious she wasn't married since Samson was with her. Maybe she was a courtesan. Who knows. All we know is that she is a woman named Delilah and that Samson was in love with her. I like how it says that he was in love with her...it never says that she was in love with him. Maybe she liked him. Maybe she just put up with him. I can't imagine he smelled very good. Either way it doesn't make mention of her feelings toward him. If she was a prostitute I can't imagine that she would be head over heals about him...I mean come on people this isn't a scene from Pretty Woman.

Well of course the Philistines would hear about where he was and so they came running to D. They told her to "entice" (another version says "lure") Samson so that he would tell her where his strength came from. Ah. So this is where people come in and say "See! She was a prostitute! It was all her fault! She used her womanly charm to cause the fall of this man!" A man who I might add is quite a douche bag. I mean really...just read his story. Who in the world would ever want to be this pouty, revengeful man even if he had great strength?! Anywho...

So the story goes on to say that she lured him...and seduced him...and spoke softly...and batted her long eyelashes... Hahaha. No. Oh no. Go look. What does she do? It says she directly asked him "Please tell me where your great strength lies, and with what you may be bound to afflict you." Oh yes. That was very seductive. I mean how obvious can you get? She goes up and says "Hey dude. I know you're strong and think you're better than a happy meal, but come on... How are you so strong and what can you be tied up with. Wha?! Hey...get your mind out of the gutter. I need to know what's gonna hurt you."

I don't know about you, but when I'm trying to be all sexy and wily I don't ask a very direct question to my husband... You tip toe and dance and sashay your way through it so you don't get caught in your "lure". She doesn't even bother. D just sets it out on the table for Samson. So he gives her an answer. An incorrect one at that. I can't imagine when she did what he said and then yells out "Omg! The Po-Po are here for you!" that she was thrilled that he lied to her. I can imagine he probably laughed at her...and she was upset. So what does she do? She tried again and again. Three times she asks, and three times he makes a joke out of it.

D probably was seeing the money that would free her from whatever life she was living, slowly slipping away. She probably wanted to be a free woman. The leaders EACH promised her money. Not just one leader, but all of them. That would be a lot of money. A lot of freedom. She might have a chance at something...whatever she wanted. We like to get our panties in a knot and say "Oh we would never sell out a man for money." But that era was different from this. If she didn't love him, if it was just a job, and this man was her country's enemy why in the world would she not do it? I'm sorry...maybe I'm just ready it wrong, but why does that make her a "treacherous woman"??

So finally after:

"she pestered him daily with her words and pressed him, so that his soul was vexed to death, that he told her all his heart"
"such nagging she prodded him day after day until he was tired to death. So he told her everything."

"day after day she nagged him until he couldn't stand it any longer. Finally, Samson told her his secret."

Wow. All she did was nag the crap out of him! Nag...nag...nag. No luring...no seducing... Pestering got her the answer. This actually is very reminiscent of what happened to Samson during his wedding festivities. His wife nagged him about the riddle and he gave her the answer and then killed a bunch of people to get back at them. Hmm. Wow. Prophetic much?

Now I'm not saying this makes Delilah all fine and good. No one likes a nagging woman. I don't even like when I'm nagging. Ew. But I'm surprised at the slamming she's received about something that she didn't do. She was doing a job...not a good job...but it was her job. And Samson caved. I don't think a seductive woman was his downfall...it was a nagging woman. But actually...let's put the blame where it belongs. He made a choice and he told her. He ultimately was his own downfall.

I'm curious about why the writer of Judges doesn't talk about her emotions during this time. I think that's lent to people making her out to be a cold-hearted bitch. I'm curious about her thoughts during this time. What was she feeling? Pressured? Indifferent? Lonely? Cruel? Angry? Sad? Used? I wish I could ask her...

But I think at the end "tender" would be her word. She knew right away that what he told her was the truth. Was it the way he told her? Did it get quiet in the room? She had him fall asleep on her lap. That reminds me of a mother soothing her child to sleep...stroking the child's hair...singing a lullaby... It's a tender position. Each time Delilah tried to figure out what was his secret was she carried out the act herself. But this time...while his head was in her lap she had someone else cut his hair. I wonder if she felt sympathy for him. Giving him some last minute comfort before his demise. I wonder if she thought the
Philistines would just kill him quickly. Take no chances. They hated him beyond anything else why wouldn't they just get it over and done with. I wonder what she thought when they tortured him. Did she care? Or had she left her home for something greater and better for herself?

Samson doesn't even blame her. He says nothing about "Curse that evil woman!" "Damn she tricked me!" "It's all her fault!". Delilah betrayed him, but he doesn't utter a single word against her. Maybe he knew the whole time how it would play out. Maybe he knew she didn't love him and she needed to look out for herself first. I don't know what he thought, but I'm curious.

Why do people point their fingers at this woman and "tsk tsk" at her. They call her a deceiver. A slut. So smart and cunning...what a snake. But reading this story again I can't call her a bad girl. I am left feeling extremely curious about her. I feel for her. This was a messy and chaotic story. A story she was named in. Oh yes, she told his secret to his enemies. Yeah, he should feel betrayed. She did something that doesn't exactly fall into a black/white category. Man, there is so much more surrounding this story than is written.

Delilah. Not a bad girl. Not a good girl. Just a woman with a story.




I don't profess to be a Bible scholar or to have a Theology major. But I am a woman and I read the Bible. I read...I research...I interpret. I've been thinking a lot of the woman of the Bible lately. I've been thinking about how easily we slap "good girl" or "bad girl" on these woman. Lately I've been feeling insulted about that. We hear these stories in church or we read them in passing and nod our heads and say "yep. she was a {fill in the blank} girl." and then we walk away. But how would we feel if someone did that to us? I hate being labeled. I dare say if these woman were still alive they would share my contempt of these labels too. They all have stories. They are shrouded in mystery. Their stories are just as messy and valuable like ours. Their stories were important enough to have a place in the Bible.

I've decided to dig a little deeper with these woman. I want to know them better. Hear their stories and throw off their labels that have been so lightly given. I don't know how many women I'll write about here. I'll try to write as much as possible, but I hope even if I write just a couple of thoughts about these women that you might be inspired to look at them yourself...

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Valentine's Day!

This Valentine's Day was wonderful. *sigh* It started off with me finding little love notes around the house. Each one was a sentence long and each one made my heart feel so romanced. One of them was even a clue about what my presents would be about:

"If I were the Doctor I would take you with me."

I love the tv show Doctor Who. It's about a Time Lord called the Doctor who travels through time & space in his spaceship called the Tardis and usually travels with a companion. It calls to the very geeky side in me and also pulls at the adventure seeking heart strings. There are few shows that I can watch over and over, but Doctor Who is definitely one of those shows. Nate always tells me that he knows which shows mean the most to me if I end up crying while watching it. Yeah, I've cried while watching it. Don't judge! Everyone's heart gets tugged at with different things...mine just happens to be shows filled with adventure and friendship and the impossible.



Anyways when I saw that card tears filled up in my eyes. To have the Doctor ask you to join him is something special and rare. It's hard to describe. I already think of my hubby as the Doctor...and I am his Rose. (You really need to see the show to understand).
okay...tears again...

When my hubby got home he had hoped that my flower delivery would have gotten there, but it hadn't...and then ten mins later we got a call from the delivery guy asking how to get in the complex. Nate went out to just get the flowers and I personally think that it was more romantic to see him standing there holding this awesome arrangement rather than some stranger.


We usually do presents late at night, but we changed it up this year and gave them before we left. I got him the movie he has been dying to see every since the trailer. When we got back home later that night we curled up on the couch and watched Despicable Me. It was hilarious. And both of us want minions. It was my turn after his gift and OMG!!!! He got me a Doctor Who Illustrated Companion book and...wait for it... a Sonic Screwdriver!!!! You will never see the Doctor without one. I'm not going to try to explain in...go google it haha. I just want to say that this was the best freaking Valentines gift ever! I don't need diamonds or chocolates...just give me geeky toys that inspire me to dream and play! :-) Oh lordy...I am such a geek!



After presents we headed over to Tycoon Flats. If you've never been there please go! Their burgers are freaking juicy and unbelievable. And you need to try their Sweet Potato fries. O.M.G. Once we were full we headed over to a frozen yogurt place that we had a gift card to. It was yummy and instead of sitting inside we walked and talked and oohed & awed over our dessert.
It was a very romantic night...and very us... :-) We've had five V-day's together and I'm so looking forward to many, many more... *sigh* I'm a happy girl right now...and yes, I'm sitting here with my Sonic Screwdriver. Don't judge ;-P

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

New Hair for a New Year

So today I went and had all my hair chopped off! I loved my long hair for winter, but I definitely got tired of it and wanted something new and completely different!






I freaking love it!!

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Um. Wow.

Um. Wow. My heart is holding something very tightly right now. Well not really tightly...just when it comes to writing it down at least. It's nothing bad...just something good...and unexpected and honestly it just feels like God looked down and said "Yeah. I do care about you. I care so much I'm gonna blow your freaking mind with this and let you be in awe because I care. So much."

{and yes, in my world God says things like "blow your freaking mind" as well as other cool and random things lol. }

It's something small and yet so big and pulling at a part in my story. It feels so weird to say that I can feel warmth and tenderness in those cold places. There is a part of me that doesn't want to get too excited because then it might not happen and then I'll be wrong about God caring and I'll just be disappointed...hugely. I really feel like deleting all this. It feels silly.

Which way do I go? I think right now I just choose the God cares path because while it doesn't feel safer...it does feel warmer and sweeter.

Um. Wow.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

It might just be the PMSing talking, but...

...I really want to smash my neighbor's head into his speakers until his skull breaks or just put him in a small room with millions of speakers playing his exceptionally loud, bass exploding horrible music until his eardrums burst and blood runs out of his sockets.

....I really want the stupid man I saw last night online saying that cupcakes are "stupid and ill-constructed" because he can't fit one in his pathetic mouth without getting frosting on his beard to asphyxiate on a cupcake. Maybe even on a cupcake crumb. Justice would be served for his stupidity.

....I really want to connect myself to a morphine thingy so the cramping just stops.

....I really want to eat a lot of sugar and some yummy food right now, but I'm trying to exercise some self-control and I iz hungry.


Don't mess with a girl on her period. I tend to get really hungry, horny, and think very violent thoughts about those who piss me off. Good thing I'm not really a Super Villain. The world would be in a lot of trouble right now.

If only I had a cupcake right now... sigh... And my husband (he's at work right now). We like to cuddle and talk about all the horrible things we would do if we were criminals or villains. We are quite a perfect match. :-)

*sigh of relief* My neighbor finally stopped playing his stupid music. Maybe I accidentally mind punched him into oblivion. Muahahahaha.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

My Kitchen Aid: Dee Dee

May I present the newest addition to our family!!


This is my beautiful Kitchen Aid, Dee Dee.

Isn't she beautiful?! And yes, I made a batch of cupcakes once I pulled her outta her box! :-)