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By Marilyn Meiners
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For forty years, Israel had known peace. The memory of Othniel, Caleb’s younger brother, still lingered like the fading warmth of a fire. Under his leadership, the people had rested. Fields yielded grain. Children laughed without fear. And the people—for a moment—walked with the Lord.
But peace, when taken for granted, is easily forgotten.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, hearts drifted.
Evil resumed. They worshiped what their hands could shape—wood, stone, imagination. They forgot the God who had shaped them.
They were locked in their own prison of evil, destroying themselves and their nation.
So the Lord strengthened Eglon against Israel.
Eglon was not a man easily ignored. He was powerful, imposing, and relentless. With allies from Ammon and Amalek, he swept into Israel like a rising flood. Cities fell. Resistance crumbled. And soon, Israel bowed under the heavy yoke of Moab.
Eighteen years passed.
Eighteen years of tribute. Of humiliation. Of silence.
Until, once again, the people cried out.
And God, in His mercy, answered.
Through an unlikely source.
His name was Ehud.
Few would have chosen him.
He was left-handed, a detail that seemed small—but in those days, it marked him as different, perhaps even overlooked. Yet God often chooses what others dismiss.
Ehud watched. Waited. Prayed.
And then he prepared.
From metal, he fashioned a sword—double-edged, sharp, and short enough to conceal. He strapped it not where a warrior normally would, but to his right thigh—hidden, unexpected.
The plan was dangerous. Perhaps even unthinkable.
But obedience often is.
The day came to deliver the tribute.
Ehud stood among the men of Israel as they carried their offering into the presence of Eglon king of Moab. The king sat in his chamber, very heavy and unmoving, his power as vast as his appetite.
Ehud bowed low. Spoke respectfully. Gave no hint of what lay hidden beneath his robe.
Then he turned to leave.
Step by step, he walked away from the palace… past the carved stones… beyond the watchful guards.
He could have kept going.
No one would have stopped him.
But at the idols near Gilgal, Ehud paused.
Something stirred within him.
Courage? Conviction? The whisper of God?
He turned back.
He found the king sitting there alone in his cool room on the roof, Ehud went over to him and said, “I have a secret message from God for you.”
The king stood up.
The words caught Eglon’s attention immediately.
A secret.
Powerful men always lean in for secrets.
Eglon dismissed his attendants. The room emptied. Silence settled thick in the air.
“Say it,” the king commanded.
Ehud stepped closer.
Again Ehud said, “I have a message from God for you.”
As the king rose—perhaps in curiosity, perhaps in unease—Ehud’s right hand moved swiftly. Not to where anyone would expect, but across his body, drawing the hidden blade from his right thigh.
In one decisive motion, he drove it forward.
The act was sudden. Final.
The oppressor fell.
And Ehud did not linger.
He left as quietly as he had come, locking the doors behind him. By the time the servants realized something was wrong, he was already gone—slipping past the idols once more, returning to his people.
In the hill country of Ephraim, the trumpet sounded.
A call not of fear—but of freedom.
“Follow me,” Ehud cried. “For the Lord has given Moab into your hands!”
And they did.
Israel rose together. They seized the crossings of the Jordan, cutting off escape. Ten thousand Moabite warriors fell that day—strong, capable men—but no match for a people once again aligned with their God.
Moab was subdued.
And the land had rest.
Eighty years of it.
After Ehud came Shamgar.
No army marched behind him. No grand strategy marked his rise. Just a man, an oxgoad in hand—a simple farming tool.
Yet in that ordinary instrument, God placed extraordinary strength.
Six hundred Philistines fell before him.
And once again, Israel was delivered.
The pattern was clear.
Drift. Oppression. Crying out. Deliverance.
Not because the people were faithful—
But because God was.
And sometimes, deliverance comes in unexpected ways…
Through a left-handed man.
Through a hidden blade.
Through a farmer with an oxgoad.
Through anyone willing to say yes.
The key to your deliverance may be unlocking the door of your fears—listening to God and doing the unexpected, as He directs.”
Story from Judges 3:7-31
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