You may not consider this a “joyful” post, but bear with me. I believe what I have to say is important for us to understand.
Over the past few weeks I have been working my way through the Bible with the intent of reading it cover to cover by the end of summer. Yesterday I finished the book of Judges and thought, ‘Whew, I’m glad that is over.’
I told my husband it read like a horror movie at times, just one miserable story after another. A vicious cycle of sin, consequences, crying out to God, his mercy, then the people forgetting and starting the whole thing over again. Sometimes I read a story, certain that I was misunderstanding it…that surely God would not expect them to do that.
Take, for instance, Jephthah in the eleventh chapter of Judges. He thought it would be a good idea to “make a deal” with God in order to ensure victory against the Ammonites.
And Jephthah made a vow to the Lord and said, “If you will give the Ammonites into my hand, then whatever comes out from the doors of my house to meet me when I return in peace from the Ammonites shall be the Lord’s, and I will offer it up for a burnt offering.”
Note that this was instigated, not by God, but by Jephthah.
So Jephthah wins the battle and Israel conquers the Ammonites. All is well and good until his only child, his daughter, comes out of the house with her tambourine. Dancing.
I’m sure his heart exploded in terror as he realized the vow he had made. He had expected to sacrifice an animal.
Not his child.
It is hard for us to fathom following through on a vow such as this as Jephthah did, especialy through our Western filter. But in that time, and in that culture, such things were commonplace among the Pagan religions and idolotrous worship practices and it appears Jepthah had allowed his theology to be influenced by his surroundings.
Note, again, that God expecting Jephthah to follow through is not mentioned. Jephthah dug this hole. Jephthah made this bed. He had even trained his daughter, as well, to the point where she apparently did not question his decision. She grieved that she would die unmarried, but accepted that she would be sacrified.
What in the world?
How is this possible?
But look at our world, friends. Every day, children march into battle toward certain death because they have been taught from infancy that to die for their god is honorable and will be met with great reward. It happens in Africa and the Middle East and it happens here, in America.
Children are sacrificed and sent into war, as collateral in trafficking and abuse, and through abortion. Sometimes they are aware of what they are being asked to do but have been brainwashed into accepting it. Often, though, they have no idea why they are facing abuse or death at the hands of those who should be protecting them. The place where they should be the most safe…among their families, in the home or in the womb…is where their lives come to a tragic end.
Jephthah made a vow, one that God did not ask of him and, I believe, one on which God did not expect him to follow through. His misery was self-imposed because he had added to the rules God had already put in place.
Jesus plus nothing equals everything. That is as true now as it was back then. Every time God’s people decide to add to their status and “holiness” by keeping extra rules or striving beyond their neighbors to win the heart of God they fall…and fall hard.
The reason for this is simple. As children of God, those who have accepted His Son as our savior, we already have His heart. We are holy, chosen, and dearly loved. He goes before us and fights for us because we are His and He has promised to do so. We do not have to bargain with Him and would be wise not to try because we will only heap misery upon ourselves by doing so.
I believe God had already planned to give Israel the victory over the Ammonites. It was part of the story He had written before Jephthah was even born, the saga of the unbreakable covenant made with Abraham when God stopped him from doing the very thing Jephthah thought he now had to do. In making the vow, Jephthah put his own hand on the wheel, seeking a modicum of control over the outcome.
The result was disaster.
A daughter, dead at the hands of her father.
This was but one tragic end to a story wrought with terrible decisions for years leading up to this point and that would continue for millenia.
We rebel, we suffer, we fall.
We cry out for mercy and our God gives it knowing full well we will forget and repeat the sin-cycle all over again.
But we must understand that only Jesus can stop the cycle. Only the Lamb that was slain can conquer death which relentlessly hunts us down. And only the Risen Lord can deliver us from our self-made graves into life everlasting.
Praise God. Praise God for His patience because, y’all, we have got to drive Him nuts.
Do we ever learn?
For the sake of the next generation, I pray so.
But I’m not holding my breath.
2 thoughts on “Self-imposed Misery”
This is such a fabulous post friend! We recently read through judges with our 10 and 14 year old. When we came to this part- we all just sat stunned. It would have been easy to sit in offense toward God. But, the Holy Spirit is kind and walked us through the passage- showing that God did not do or demand this awful thing, man did. Thank you for laying out this word, this truth and tackling the parts of the Word we like to pass by because it’s confrontational to our understanding or heart. May the Lord lead us and give us revelation!
Thank you! I really wrestled with it, read several commentaries who tried to play it down and just could not reconcile their opinions with the nature of God. Every one of them neglected the fact that the whole situation was one of Jephthah’s making and not of God’s. When that lightbulb came on SO many other difficult passages also made sense!