Samson's Thoughts
I went to her house for dinner. That night, though, I heard odd rustling sounds outside the window. At first I thought the wind blew bush branches, but then a pshwa, shewee, shewoo noise sounded. Sure seemed like whispering to me.
Hmmmmmmm. Had to be Philistines. Question was, how many Philistines tried to hide outside that window? I glance at Delilah. She didn't seem to hear the sounds. Odd. That noise was not my imagination. Philistines were outside the window.
A little while later a pshwa, shewee, shewoo noise came from the other side of the house. And a few birds took off from a nearby tree, like something spooked them. The house had to be surrounded by Philistines looking to kill me.
I needed a plan.
Since the men outside hadn't blasted through the door they'd probably planned to attack in the morning. If I left in the middle of the night I could surprise those Philistines with my own plan.
At midnight, I saw Delilah sound asleep then sneaked to the door. Once outside, I glanced around and didn't see anyone. I listened for a moment. Sure enough soldier snores came from all around the house. I was right, they planned to attack me in the morning. Hah, they fell asleep at their post!
I crept through the line of men and walked to the city gate.
Since the sun had gone down, the city gate had been closed. I pressed my hand on the thick doors and the posts. At that moment, a brilliant idea popped into my mind. I could pull the door off the hinge and remove the posts. Yes. The Philistines couldn't hold me prisoner.
With God's strength, I yanked the doors off their hinge then set them on the ground. Next I pulled the posts out of their anchors, bar and all.
I hoisted the doors and posts to my shoulders and hiked to the top of the hill which faced Hebron. So much for the Philistine's sneak plan. Hah.
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1. Why did Samson go to Gaza?
2. Who did he meet there?
3. What happened while he visited a home?
4. What did Samson do at midnight?
5. How did Samson get out of the city?
6. Who gave Samson his strength.
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