“Idol Smashers” is a work of fiction set in the biblical era of the Judges. Apart from persons and places mentioned in the Bible, it is entirely fiction and presented here in serial form strictly for the entertainment of my readers. “Idol Smashers” is an original work, copyright Brett Best, 2011.
Day One – Shiloh
(Previously, in Idol Smashers 1 and 2: Deborah, Judge over Israel, has introduced her seven champions chosen by drawing lots, yet foreseen by her. Now they will learn what the Lord wants of them.)
“Very good” Deborah said, “You are all aware that I am in my thirty-seventh year of judging over Israel.” She sighed. “There are many who say I have overstayed my welcome. That my arm grows short, my grip weakens. The death of Barak four years ago has added to these rumors, given false courage to my critics.”
Taking a moment to look at each of the men in the council circle, Deborah smiled at a private thought. It is a smile utterly without mirth and Jezreel felt a chill. “I see from the half-concealed looks on your faces you have heard these slanders too. I tell you – the Holy One is still with me. I am still HIS judge over His people.”
Reaching for something behind her, Deborah showed the council a map that had been hand-tooled into an animal skin mounted on a frame. She set it down in the middle of the circle so all could see it.
“Heshonib is a frontier village west of Aphek,” she said, pointing at an unnamed spot on the map. The place is evidently just inland of the Great Sea, very near the Philistine city of Joppa. It is an unremarkable village, a kind of melting-place where the border between Israel and Philistia blurs. It would still be an unremarkable, unnoticed eyesore except for recent events that I shall now relate to you.”
Deborah paused and sat back. Taking a sip from her cup, she continued, “These fools put Philistine idols in their homes and an Asherah pole on a hilltop overlooking them. Where these idols came from, who is responsible for their being there, is knowledge no one is willing to admit having. Just six days ago, something happened in this village, home to about sixty souls. Their home idols, their teraphim, burst open, burned and melted. The Asherah pole caught ablaze. All this happened in an instant. The people fled, superstitiously believing that the gods of Philistia were expressing anger at them. I believe the One True God has exposed their sin in this miraculous way, but more needs to be known before my judgment can be rendered.”
A slender index finger was raised and pointed around the circle. “That is why I have called for men from the assembly, men whom the LORD has chosen. You will go to Heshonib for me. You will find out all you can, discern the LORD’s will, and, if necessary, act accordingly.”
Reaching behind herself again, Deborah handed Ammihud a leather scroll that bore her seal, the palm tree insignia indented in the clay. “Here is your authorization, should any elders challenge you. Bear this document as secretly as possible, however. Reveal it only when you have exhausted all other options. It is best for all that my hand in this matter be concealed until all is known and my judgment rendered.”
With a conspiratorial look, Deborah continued, “I chose this moment and this means of summons. The elders will be occupied with the Yom Hakkippurim and the Feast of Tabernacles. You may even be able to resolve the thing before the Feast is over. This timing allows you to act and not the elders over you. Had I summoned them to a council in the usual manner, many would know and be alerted to this incident. Holding council with the elders of Israel is like telling secrets to the wind – what is said here is soon borne aloft for all to know. You men of Israel have sworn yourselves to secrecy and I trust you.”
Jezreel felt a determination come over him, such as he had never felt before. He resolved to serve the LORD and Deborah, his appointed Judge. But still, her remarks about the elders were somehow disconcerting. The inexperienced youth was idealistic, unaccustomed to the notion that elders could be self-serving in their leadership.
As if sensing the men’s mixed emotions, Deborah immediately added, “I can tell what some of you have questions. Perhaps you are wondering, ‘What of the villagers of Heshonib? What has kept them from telling this fearful tale and spreading this news all over Israel?’ Thanks to the Almighty for this gift – my man in Aphek saw the potential for trouble and has kept the Heshonibites in a remote place. He has sheltered and fed them and told them that I myself am coming to see them about this incident. However, if I leave Shiloh during the feast, suspicious elders will send men to spy where I have gone. I remain to keep their attention on the festival.
“As for the Heshonibites, food and promises will placate them only so long. That is another reason why haste must be made. I have prepared a caravan: it is ready for you to depart this instant. To all who ask, you are travelers bound for Joppa. Traders in horse flesh or whatever seems best to you. Of course, you are not bound for Joppa. Stop instead at Aphek.” Deborah pointed to another dot on the map, this one labeled as “Aphek.” It is further inland from Joppa, more or less due east of it.
“In Aphek, seek out my man Mattan, who awaits you at the city gates. Show him only the scroll and my seal, but not its contents. The seal alone is sufficient to assure him that it is I who have sent you. He will assist you in your investigations into this matter.”
The man called Micah objected, “But what about my family? They have traveled with me here to Shiloh. What will become of them when I leave?”
Deborah held up her open palm to silence him. “I will see to all. They will be under my protection and thereby under the wing of Adonai Himself. Do not worry about a thing.”
With surprising force of personality, Deborah said intently, “My friends. This is an opportunity for me to demonstrate to Israel that the Lord is truly with me; that His Spirit makes my hand strong as ever to judge over Israel. If I am able to tell the elders how I have solved this miraculous mystery even as I tell them it has occurred, this will restore some of my stature in their eyes. We all know how our people are quick to leave the Lord our God and seek after false gods, how they fall away when there is no strong Judge in Israel. Do not do this for my sake, but for the people; to defend them from their own worst nature.” Gauging each man’s resolve by the look in his eyes, Deborah concluded, “Have you any questions?”
This day has already held many surprises. The stunning effect of Deborah’s words and their vows to secrecy seem to bind the men’s tongues. None uttered a word.
Standing, Deborah indicated that they should rise too. “Let us pray for your success – for wisdom from the Almighty.”
Each one, tentatively at first, but with growing intensity raised his voice in prayer. Each offered different words, but hearts were attuned to the Lord and to one another. Deborah began the recitation of the Shema and the seven joined their voices with hers. “Go in haste but go safely,” she said and concluded with a blessing.