Gideon: Unlikely Hero

I just finished reading the early chapters of the book of Judges for a class at church tomorrow. Reading through the chapters about Gideon, I was reminded of how much I enjoyed this story as a child. I don’t remember why, particularly, though it may have been the way David Kossoff told it in my favorite book of Bible stories.

Gideon certainly doesn’t act the way one might expect a Bible hero to act, and perhaps I liked him more because of that. (You might want to take a look at Judges 6-8  to see what I am talking about.) An angel appears to him, and instead of cowering in fright as people tended to do when angels appeared, he started asking why God hadn’t been doing a better job of taking care of His people, the way He used to. The angel is surprisingly patient with Gideon, including waiting around while Gideon prepares a goat and makes bread. (I always found it odd, as a child, to read various stories where people waited while someone else prepared food – not something simple like a sandwich and chips, either, but a goat or calf and loaves of bread. I learned later that those people were not in such a hurry as we are, and that travel was difficult and dangerous and people made the most of any opportunity to feast with visitors, however unexpected.)

I’m still puzzled by whom Gideon thinks is speaking with him in this scene. Since he later (having seen the offering consumed by miraculous fire) realizes he has seen the Angel of the Lord face to face, and fears he will die, he clearly did not realize that earlier (or he wouldn’t have been complaining about God having abandoned them). But he had gone to prepare the offering because he wants “a sign that you are speaking to me.” So whom did he think was speaking to him?

In any case, the fire convinced him, and he was willing to follow God’s instructions to pull down his father’s altar to Baal, and construct an altar to God in its place. But he is not so confident that he will do it in broad daylight; instead he does it under cover of darkness. I might have expected God to rebuke him for this bit of cowardice, but apparently this was OK too. Gideon’s father must have been quite a man also, and perhaps not too firm a believer in Baal himself, as he saved Gideon from the anger of the townspeople the next day.

Then of course there is Gideon’s test with the fleece. Didn’t Gideon know he wasn’t supposed to test God? Apparently not. And not content with the miraculous answer the first time, Gideon repeats his test. And God, rather than getting mad at him, actually obliges him again!

Of course, God doesn’t go along with Gideon’s idea of preparing an army. I can’t help wondering what all those men thought, rallying to Gideon’s side to fight the Midianites, and then being told to go home. What kind of leader calls up troops and then tells the ones who are scared to go home? I’m not sure which is most surprising, that 32,000 men came out to begin with, in spite of the vast superiority of the Midianite enemy, that 22,000 of them were willing to publicly admit being too scared to fight and go back home, or that 10,000 of them were willing to stick with Gideon and his odd type of leadership.

Then there is the scene where the men are selected based on how they drink water. (A “Skeptic’s Annotated Bible” website lists this among the absurdities they see in Scripture.) I never could figure out, as a child, why men lapping water like a dog were preferable to men getting on their knees to drink. I could only visualize the former getting down with their mouths to the water to lap, as a dog would. Then in a sermon I heard that the men who got on their knees to drink were sent home because they were not ready to fight. So how were man who got down with the faces at the water any more ready to fight? Finally I learned that the “lappers” were scooping up water in their hands and lapping it (which would leave the other hand able to hold a weapon, and their eyes able to look out for the approach of an enemy). Aha – makes much more sense that way.

Then finally there is the rout of the Midianites by 300 men armed with horns, torches, and jars. As a child, of course, I was imagining modern trumpets and glass jars (I did know what torches were), and wondering how the torches fit in the jars, and wouldn’t the torches go out if they were inside jars? Now I realize that the horns were probably rams’ horns, and the jars were no doubt pottery. I’m still not sure how they lit their torches once they had smashed the jars - though I suppose people who didn’t have matches knew how to light a fire quickly enough.

I would have liked it if the story ended there – where it usually does in Sunday School lessons. Chapter 8 of Judges has Gideon punishing fellow Israelites who had not supported him, killing the kings he has captured, making a gold “ephod” (whatever that was – other Scriptural references to ephods deal with a cloth item that is worn, but this was made of gold and sound a bit heavy for wearing), and finally having 70 sons by his many wives plus a son (by a concubine) who ended up causing plenty of trouble in the next chapter.

All in all, it’s a good reminder that God uses unlikely people to do His work. I wouldn’t have picked Gideon, and I don’t think I’d have picked myself either. (I’m glad I didn’t get picked for the same kind of work Gideon did.) Helping teach a K/1 class is not something I would have either planned to do or thought I would do well. (Sometimes I still wonder.) But God seems to delight in using unlikely people, so I hope that He is able to use me as I teach His Word to young children week by week.

4 Responses to “Gideon: Unlikely Hero”

  1. janie Says:

    Good job, Pauline! You enlightened me considerably on this passage.

    As for the issue of “fitness of service”, I think most of us wonder a lot why God calls us to do anything, imperfect and bumbling as we are. My husband and I “host” a group of Chinese exchange students to a local college every year. They don’t live with us, but we become their “adopted extended family” during the time they are in the U.S. (usually one school year). This year they are all girls–five of them. They invited us to their apartment for dinner last night. We got into a discussion of relationships with guys, and I ended up doing more talking than my husband. He told me later that they had listened to me with “rapt” attention, obviously really needing a woman’s input. So I am now praying that God will bring fruit from our discussion.

  2. Pauline Says:

    Thanks, Janie.
    I have to admit I wondered whether anyone would really be interested in my late-night musings about Gideon. But I am trying to keep to the discipline of writing one post (at least) a day about something of interest to me, and Gideon was all I could think of.
    It’s been a good thing for me, pushing myself to come up with an idea and then writing about it – and occasionally having to look up something to be sure what I write is accurate. I sometimes end up staying up later than I intended, but writing the post often ends up being the highlight of my day. (I’m not sure what that says about some of my days…)

  3. Chas Says:

    I was teaching a lesson on Gideon once and started with tha angel who comes and says “The LORD is with you, mighty man of valor;” and Gideon says, “Whatta you mean ‘Man of valor, look around you. and if the LORD is with us, what about this mess we’re in.”
    But concerning “patience”, you mentioned: Patience doesn’t have meaning to an angel. Niether does time. In one of Peretti’s books (forgot which), he has an angel guarding a brick in a wall for seven years.
    But for things not turning out well, it didn’t for Gideon & his sons. But then, look at Samson. He had so much potential and spent his life chasing sin.

  4. Pauline Says:

    Thanks for the interesting perspective on angels and time, Chas. It’s easy for forget that. I have to admit I have trouble imagining life outside of time. When I am waiting, I not only want to get on to the next activity because time is limited, but I also simply want something to occupy my mind.

    I had a dentist appointment this morning, and made a point of taking my Pocket Yahtzee game with me. While the hygienist was busy developing the X-rays, I pulled it out and almost finished a game. While she was actually working on my teeth there was nothing to do but wait – though she kept trying to engage me in conversation. (Though every time I did answer she had to stop working, so I didn’t much.) Too distracting having teeth scraped and prodded to do any serious thinking, though.

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