When You Have No Might

Judges 6

You stand, breathing in quick, heaving bursts of air as sweat trickles down your neck form the oppressive heat. Wheat harvest used to be such a festive time—hard work, yes, but joyous. And now—you look at the pile of grain and feel the feebleness of your efforts.

Anger wells up as you remember how the Midianites swept through the land each harvest, snatching up all the grain, like locusts swarming through, leaving nothing left to live on. The only way your family would have food to eat w...