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Topic: Persuasion (not about the book) (09/01/11)
TITLE: The Wielding
By PamFord Davis
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I do not believe Delilah’s den is where the story begins with “Once upon a time…” Scriptures reveal that our leading man once held great promise. God set him apart, as holy, a peculiar person. Vows of a Nazarite included no cutting of his locks or drinking fruit of the vine. (Judges 13:5-7) He came from a godly home and knew both the demands and blessings of his call.
Today with our propensity to use stereotypes and labels, we would tag Samson as a womanizer. He knew what he wanted and found females to fulfill those wanton desires. More, more, more became his mantra, and a wasted life the heartache of his parents. There are always two sides in any relationship. He used women as objects of lust. Women like Delilah, used him as a means of personal profit.
I was not a little mouse hiding behind cheese and wine in her boudoir, if I had been, Delilah would have tantalized me with something to nibble on for a long, long time. I would have taken the bait and tried to elude capture just as her beguiled guest. I can only fantasize on all that led to his cruel fate…
“O, Samson my darling… I have been waiting for you, my love. Why do you make me so unhappy? You don’t love me. You don’t care how much you hurt me!”
Samson finds her alluring in every way. She is beautiful in form and her voice is seductive. The wine flows and her hair cascades upon his statuesque shoulder. The room is fragrant with spices and incense and she fans scents in his direction. He has cast aside hunger pangs with no thought of nurturing his body; instead, he satisfied the flesh with her voluptuous figure and intoxicating caresses.
Her captive drifted in and out of consciousness while playing games; his hostess was a very persuasive playmate. He was always one jump ahead of her and had the last laugh. Delilah was not in a laughing mood and used her trump card. She simply wore him down. Repetition and tears persuaded him to reveal the supernatural source of his strength.
“Cut my hair. I will no longer be ferocious as a lion but weak as a mouse.”
Her persuasion had built to such a high pitch it mesmerized him into a trance. He would answer her beckoned call and lose not only strength of body but also character. The enemies’ weapons of war did not clinch Samsons' capture; whiles of a woman sealed his fate.
I am a woman. I have the power of influence. The <i>wielding</i> of that power is a great responsibility. God holds me accountable and I will leave behind a legacy or a path to destruction. Once upon a time is where my story began. I desire to lead others into the eternal bliss of living <i>happily ever after</i>…
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