Gideon Part III: The Compromised Leader

00:00:00 Speaker 1: Previously on the chosen people. 00:00:03 Speaker 2: The Lord is beside you, and before you. Gideon's out of Jewish. 00:00:07 Speaker 3: Nobody in the right mind would send me rescue anyone. If you were the Lord, you'd know that somewhat of a professional coward may be true. Sword of Gideon is to be greatly feared. There are rumors that his God speaks to him. What do you think, he says, they're afraid of me. No, they're afraid of me. A rise, A rise, Man of Israel. 00:00:36 Speaker 1: The men awoke and came to him. Gideon was beaming with encouragement. He was a new man, invigorated for the battle ahead. 00:00:44 Speaker 3: The Lord has given us. Bideon, be brave, be strong, for God has already given us victory. 00:00:53 Speaker 1: Then, as if the trumpets of the Angels armies were descending from heaven, all three hundred men blew their trumpets. The collective sounds shook the earth. Then they threw their glass jars onto the valley below, and the crashing was terrifying, and the trumpets were deafening. The Median knites couldn't see how many men were above them. They guessed it was hundreds of thousands, judging by their sound. Then all at once. The men began to shout for the Lord and forget in. The men cheered and lifted their swords high in the air. Gideon drew his sword and ran in front. They charged the camp and overwhelmed the remaining Mediannite. 00:01:43 Speaker 4: The line between a leader and a tyrant is often drawn in Pride Shello, my friends, from here in the holy land of Israel, i'my l extein with the international Fellowship of Christians and Jews, and welcome to the Chosen People. This is where the story shifts, where a man chosen, humbled, forged in fear, begins to taste the power that he's been given. It's the story the hero at the height of victory, at the peak of honor. But as Judges eight unfolds, we see something change. What happens when a leader so deeply dependent on God begins to believe in his own greatness. In this third episode of Gideon's story, inspired by Judges eight, we find ourselves face to face with this haunting question. When does strength stop being a gift and become a weakness instead. 00:02:43 Speaker 1: Gideon stood atop a hill, gazing down at the broken enemy below, his sword hung at his side, its edge red with blood. He watched as the Medianiites fled in every direction, stumbling over each other, like ants scurrying from a flame. A strange warmth unfurled in his chest. It was not the warmth of peace or gratitude. It was something sharper, something far more dangerous. 00:03:13 Speaker 3: For the Lord and for Gideon. 00:03:16 Speaker 1: His brow lifted as the words echoed in his mind. His lips curled into a slow, thoughtful smile. And for Gideon, he tasted it, savored it. The weight of it was satisfying in his mouth, like honey on the tongue. He rolled his shoulders back, standing taller than he had before. His steps grew bolder. His stride was no longer that of a man afraid to be seen, but of a man who wanted to be seen. He twirled his sword in his hand, testing its weight with the ease of a seasoned warrior. 00:03:53 Speaker 3: For the Lord and for Gideon. 00:03:56 Speaker 1: The soldiers below heard him, and their voices rose to meet his. For the Lord and for Gideon, the chant filled him with something more than courage. It was power. He felt it in his chest, warm and swelling, No longer the runt of the letter, no longer the weekly hiding in a wine press, no longer the man desperate for a sign from God. He was Gideon, the Sword of Israel, and his enemies fled at the sound of his name. The next day, Gideon mounted a stolen Medianite cowl, its hooves clattering against the rocky earth as he rode at the head of his army. His three hundred men followed close behind, their torches still flickering from the Knight's attack. Ahead of them, the vast Medianite force was scattered across the countryside, running for refuge. But there would be no refuge. Every tribe of Israel had heard of Gideon's victory. They knew the name of the man who had driven the Medianites from their lands. They too had suffered under Medianite rule, their grains stolen, their livestock plundered, their homes burned. So when the survivors of median sought refuge in the surrounding cities, they were met not with mercy but with blades. Every city, every tribe, every man with a grudge against the invaders, struck them down. As they fled. Word of Gideon spread like wildfire. He was no longer just the youngest son of Joash, no longer the least of the tribe of Manassa. He was Gideon the conqueror, Gideon the judge, Gideon the terror of Median. But something shifted in him. The purity of the victory faded, replaced by something darker. His gaze grew harder, his hand quicker to violence. The joy of the deliverance twisted into the satisfaction of dominance. Every strike of his sword, every scream of a medianiited soldier, every enemy prince that knelt before him, it all fed something inside him. 00:06:14 Speaker 3: That he had not known. 00:06:15 Speaker 1: Was there the anger of a boy mocked by his brothers, the rage of a man who had once been powerless no more. They set up camp that night, Their tents circled around a larger war tent of the center. Inside. Gideon stood at a round table, His generals and advisers gathered around him. Maps and markers were spread across the table, inked lines tracing paths of pursuit. Gideon dragged his finger across one of the maps, his eyes sharp with purpose. 00:06:52 Speaker 3: Zebra and Zilumma are all that remain the last two princes of midian A scouts say they've taken refuge in Kharkar. They have fifteen thousand men left no more. 00:07:04 Speaker 1: His right hand man, Poorah, folded his arms, tilting his head with mild doubt. 00:07:10 Speaker 3: It's a long march, Gideon. We'll need more food than water. 00:07:15 Speaker 1: Gideon's fingers stopped on the map, pressing down on a mark representing the city of Sukkeeth. 00:07:21 Speaker 3: Suketh lies on our path to Kharkor. We'll take what we need from there. 00:07:25 Speaker 1: They are rumors, They say Suketh and Penuos still have loyalty to the Medianites. 00:07:30 Speaker 3: If in march there we risk being ambushed. Am I not Gideon the destroyer of Midianites. Every city in Israel has risen to my call. Sukkeath will do the same. We are children of Israel, are we not? They will aid us. 00:07:51 Speaker 1: The men around him nodded, though Poura's eyes lingered on him. A moment longer, the flap of the tent burst open, and two older men stormed in, faces red with fury. 00:08:04 Speaker 3: You glory hawk, you snake, Who do you think you are. 00:08:09 Speaker 1: Gideon's hands shot to his sword, his generals doing the same, steel flashing in the firelight. 00:08:15 Speaker 3: Who are you the barge into my tent? Name yourselves. 00:08:19 Speaker 2: We are the elders of Ephraim. You much toward without us. You robbed us of the glory of battle. 00:08:27 Speaker 1: Their voices rose with every word. Their pride had been wounded, and now they sought restitution. 00:08:35 Speaker 3: My brothers, have you not shared in the glory? Was it not your men who captured Arab and Zeb, the princess of Midian? Did God not give them into your hands? 00:08:50 Speaker 1: The two elders hesitated. They glanced at each other, their anger softening. 00:08:55 Speaker 3: You accomplished far more than I. Here I am still chasing seen two Midianite princes, while you have already slain. To glory is yours? Brothers? You have shown all Israel what it means to be mighty men of God. 00:09:13 Speaker 1: Their chests swelled with pride, nodding in agreement, their grievances forgotten. They left the tent with their heads high. Gideon smiled to himself, shaking his head. Too easy, he thought, the man who once begged for signs from God had learned how to control men without divine intervention. Words had become his new weapon. Poorah watched him from the corner of the room, his face unreadable. You handled them well, Gideon said nothing at first, only glanced down at the maps on the table. His eyes lingered on Kharkour, then shifted to Suckeeth. 00:09:52 Speaker 3: They forget who I am. I am Gideon, the destroyer of Minionites. They will learn to remember. 00:10:00 Speaker 1: His voice had changed. It carried an edge, now as sharp as his sword. It was no longer for the Lord and for Gideon. Soon it would simply be for Gideon. The sun bore down mercilessly on the valley, its light dancing on the surface of the Jordan River. The water rushed forward with a steady roar, its current unyielding, relentless. Gideon stood at the river's edge, his eyes locked on the blue shimmer of water. It was beautiful, yes, but it was also strong, stronger than it had any right to be. He glanced back at his men. Their faces were lined with exhaustion, their clothes stained with sweat and blood. The march had been long, their rations depleted, and their bodies worn, thin, shoulders sad under the weight of armor and weapons. Some men lead on their spears just to stay upright. Hunger gnawed at them, but Gideon had seen that look before in his own reflection. The slouched posture, the downcast eyes, the quiet thoughts of surrender. He hated it, then he hated. 00:11:18 Speaker 3: It now forward crossed the river. 00:11:21 Speaker 1: The men lifted their backs and waded into the water, their breath hissing through their teeth as the cold gripped them. Swords and shields were hoisted overhead as they tread carefully, legs trembling against the current. Gideon watched them fight the water with a quiet pride swelling in his chest. One soldier slept his foot catching on a stone. The current pulled them under. Another tried to help, but lost his foot in too. Both were swept away, their panic gasps swallowed by the roar of the river. Gideon's eyes followed them until they vanished downstream. He didn't flinch. Gideon, shouldn't we help them? 00:12:03 Speaker 3: Keep moving? 00:12:05 Speaker 1: His men pressed on their eyes, darting from the water below to the man ahead of them. Gideon was not the same man who hid in a wine press. They reached the city of Sacketh in the later hours of the afternoon. The jagged stone walls rose high above them, blocking the sun's harsh glare. There was only one gait, a narrow passage framed by thick wooden beams. It was the kind of place that made a man feel watched the moment he entered. The soldiers kept their weapons close. The men of Saccoth were Israelites, but they did not feel like kin. Suspicious eyes watched them from every window. They had expected the gates to swing open and welcome. Instead, the people looked at them as if they were no better than the Medianites they chased. Gideon and Purah approached the city square, where the elders of Sucketh were heated at a long wooden table. Their robes were clean, their bellies full, and their faces sour with suspicion. One of them spat in Gideon's direction. 00:13:11 Speaker 3: Gideon's shun of joe Ash, Why are you here? My brother's peace be with you. Our war against the Midianites is nearly won. Zebu and Zi Luma, the last of the enemy princes, flee before us. They've taken refuge in Corcore, and we aim to be there by tomorrow. 00:13:33 Speaker 2: What does that have to do with us? 00:13:36 Speaker 1: Gideon's smile twitched, but remained. 00:13:39 Speaker 3: My men are exhausted we've marched and fought for days. I ask only for bread and water. Supply us and we'll be on our way. 00:13:50 Speaker 1: The elders leaned into one another, whispering. Gideon and Lapourah exchanged a glance. The elders sat back, smug now as they had made a decision that pleased them greatly. 00:14:02 Speaker 2: Nah, we won't be helping you. 00:14:06 Speaker 3: Move along now, I'm sorry. 00:14:08 Speaker 5: What you'll receive no help from us, no bread, no water, nothing. Now run along to your game of Midian eyed hide and seek. 00:14:20 Speaker 3: Would you deny bread to your own kin? You would leave us to starve while we are on the brink of victory. 00:14:29 Speaker 2: Victory? 00:14:30 Speaker 3: What victory? 00:14:31 Speaker 5: I don't see the heads of sea buns almona in your hands. All I see is a man who once hid from his brothers and stole his food in secrets. 00:14:41 Speaker 2: Do you think we've forgotten You're the rund Gideon, still are as far as I can see. Come back with the heads of your. 00:14:49 Speaker 3: Enemies, and perhaps you'll see some bread you. 00:14:53 Speaker 1: Laughter filled the room. Gideon's hand flew to his sword, and in one motion he drew it high and bolted down on the table. The woods splintered, but only barely. It was a poor strike. The elders leaned back, laughing harder. Now Gideon's failed attempt at threatening them only made things worse. Gideon struggled to pull his sword from the table. 00:15:17 Speaker 2: Woo the little wolves got no bite. 00:15:21 Speaker 1: Poorah reached for his blade, but Gideon raised a hand to stop him. His eyes burned with quiet fury. Slowly he sheathed his sword, drawing a long breath through his nose. 00:15:34 Speaker 3: Very well, I'll leave with my men. 00:15:38 Speaker 1: But then he stepped forward, his hands pressing down on the table, his eyes locking with the elders. 00:15:45 Speaker 3: When the Lord delivers Zebra and the Luma into my hand, I will return, And when I do, I will fill your flesh with thorns and briars. 00:15:57 Speaker 1: The elder's face twitched, his grin and faltering for the first time, his eyes shifted to the ground. Gideon pushed away from the table, a wicked smile curling at the edge of his lips sees. He turned and strode out of the hall, Bourah at his side. What now, men neat food. If we don't replenish our supplies, we'll never make it to car Gideon's eyes were forward, his face set like stone. 00:16:28 Speaker 3: We go to Penuel, perhaps they'll be wiser than their sister city. 00:16:35 Speaker 1: The Tower of Penuel rose high into the sky, its shadow cast long over the city below. It was a symbol of pride, a monument to their strength. Gideon eyed it with quiet disdain as he passed through the gates. The council of Penuel was no warmer than Sucketh. 00:16:55 Speaker 3: We ask only for bread. Give my men what they need, and we will leave. 00:17:00 Speaker 1: The elder of Penuel barely waited for him to finish. 00:17:03 Speaker 3: Get your victory, and you'll get your bread. 00:17:06 Speaker 1: But not before Gideon's eyes flicked to the tower. 00:17:10 Speaker 3: I will come back for my bread, and when I do, I will tear down that tower stone by stone. 00:17:17 Speaker 1: He didn't wait for their reply. He left the hall with a fire in his chest and his jaw set like iron. His hands were trembling, but not from fear. 00:17:28 Speaker 3: I see the loss of what I'm capable of. 00:17:32 Speaker 1: Gideon failed to reflect on why he was being met with so much disrespect. His victories were not his own, they were the lords, and the further Gideon strayed from the Lord's heart, the more resistance he would find. The stillness of the battlefield was unlike any Gideon had known. No shouts, no clash of steel, no roar of trumpets. The city of khar Kor lay before him like a beast, with its belly exposed. No guards on the eastern side, no watchmen on the walls. The campfires flickered lazily in the cool night air. Gideon crouched on a ridge, gazing down with eyes as sharp as a hawk's. His generals knelt beside him, waiting for orders. 00:18:23 Speaker 3: No centuries, no lookouts. They think they're safe, furs they thought I wouldn't come for them. 00:18:31 Speaker 1: He turned to his men, his voice low but full of iron. 00:18:35 Speaker 3: We attack at night. No torches, no horns, no grand gestures. We go straight for the heart. We kill the guards, set the tints ablaze, and drag the princes from the fire. Once Zebra and Zaluma are ours, the rest will flee like rats. No mercy, no prisoners. 00:18:57 Speaker 1: The men nodded. It was not the plan of attacked. It was not the plan of a warrior. It was the plan of a scavenger. The moon was hidden behind a blanket of clouds, and the world below was cast in shadow. Gideon's men moved in the darkness, like whispers of wind. Bare feet on stone blades, held low breath, quiet as death itself, Gideon led the charge, every step deliberate. He crouched behind a tent as two guards walked past. They spoke softly to one another, their voices too distant to be understood. Gideon rose behind them, his dagger in hand. In one swift motion, he grabbed the first guard from behind, Clamping a hand over his mouth, the dagger slid across his throat, quick and clean. The guard's body went limp. The second guard spun, eyes wide with shock, but Gideon was faster. His blade plunged into the man's stomach, deep and twist. He felt the warmth of blood on his hands as he lowered the body to the ground. He wiped his hands on his tunic, breath, steady, eyes cold. He dragged the bodies behind the boulder and glanced at his man, nodding. Once the shadows moved again, tents were ignited. 00:20:19 Speaker 3: One by one. 00:20:20 Speaker 1: Small flames licked at the edges of canvas until the entire camp came to life in a blaze. Smoke billowed upward, and screams echoed through the valley, the Mediannited soldiers stumbled out of their tents, coughing and shouting to one another. Chaos spread like wildfire. They groped for weapons, tripped over one another, and ran in every direction, but Gideon was in pursuit. He strode toward the largest tent at the heart of the camp, where the princes slept. His eyes gleamed like embers in the night. He grabbed a torch from the ground, raised it high, and flung it on to the roof of the tent. Flame spread instantly, devouring the fabric, turning it to ash. 00:21:05 Speaker 3: Come out, little princes, come out, or burn with your gold. 00:21:11 Speaker 1: The canvas erupted in flame, and from within the muffled shouts of panic. Moments later, two figures stumbled out, choking on smoke. It was then Ziba and Zalmana, the last of the Median Nite princes. Gideon broke into a sprint. Poor close behind Gideon moved like a wolf chasing wounded prey. Zibal's leg buckled as a dagger thrown by Gideon buried itself in his calf. He collapsed with a pained shout, clawing at the dirt Zalmana turned eyes wild, face twisted with rage. He saw Gideon coming and roared, charging with a sword in hand. The two of them crashed together, a tangle of limbs and steel. Gideon's back slimmed against the ground, his breath driven from his lungs. He gasped, panic rising in his chest. Zalmonar's hands wrapped around his neck, crushing his windpipe. Gideon clawed at his wrists, his eyes bulging with fear. 00:22:13 Speaker 3: Not like this, not like this, No, let me go. 00:22:19 Speaker 1: Zhaumonar grinned at Gideon's cowardice. The world diomed around him. His vision blurred, his thoughts grew sluggish. His hands searched the ground beside him, desperate for anything to save him. His fingers found a stone. He gripped it tight With the last flicker of his strength. He swung it upward, but it did nothing. The Prince laughed and pressed further. Gideon began to cry like a child. Just then Poorah appeared, leaping onto Zalmanah and slamming him into the dirt. He twisted the Prince's arms behind him, binding them with rope. Other men swarmed Zeba, dragging him to the ground and tying his hands behind his back. Gideon lay on his back, breathing hard, his chest rising and falling like a bellow's, His eyes locked onto the two princes, bound and bleeding in the dirt. Now in the power position again, Gideon's tone turned back to arrogance for the Lord. 00:23:19 Speaker 3: And for Gideon. 00:23:24 Speaker 1: The path to Sucketh was steep, winding, and shaded by cypress trees, but there was no peace in the shade. Gideon's heart was a storm, his mind a whirlpool of fury and hunger. His hands gripped the reins of his camel. Bound to the beast. Was Zeba and Zalmanah, limping behind, like cattle dragged to slaughter. The sun was setting when Gideon entered Sukeeth. He strode through the gates with his head high, his generals behind him, his prisoners bound like trophies. The people stared. He had them all dragged from their homes. The seventy seven elders brought before him. They knelt, shaking, eyes downcast. 00:24:10 Speaker 3: Behold Ziba Hans Luma. I have conquered them. Ha ha. I asked for bread, and you gave me scorn. Now I give you justice mind the elders of Sukof I made a promise that I intend to keep. 00:24:31 Speaker 1: They were lashed to posts. Gideon pulled a whip of thorns from his belt. It beached into their flesh, with every stripe blood spilling on the stone below. The elders screamed, but Gideon did not stop. 00:24:46 Speaker 3: How dare you todd me? 00:24:48 Speaker 2: How dare you refuse me? 00:24:51 Speaker 1: His face was twisted wild. His soldiers glanced at one another, uneasy. This is not Gideon, they thought, but it was. It had always been cowards, when given power, turn into the very people they had always feared. Next on his rampage of vengeance was the city of Penuel. Gideon's hands were still stained red from the blood of the Sircothian elders. He walked with intent into the city and shouted. 00:25:26 Speaker 3: Leaders of Penuel, where are you? Come out? 00:25:31 Speaker 1: Slowly the people of Penuel emerged from their homes and businesses. Gideon's eyes were dark with bloodthirst and indignant rage. 00:25:40 Speaker 3: I have come here to fulfill a promise. Bring in the oxen. 00:25:46 Speaker 1: He turned to the tower in the middle of the city and shouted to his men. They brought in a dozen oxen and yoked them to the tower. They had the oxen pull at the pillars holding up the base of the tower, and slowly it began to crag. The citizens of Penuel cried out in horror as the great tower crumbled to the ground. The crash shook the earth, and many men in the city ran and attacked Gideon. He dropped his sword and killed a young man. 00:26:14 Speaker 3: He tried to stop it. 00:26:16 Speaker 1: More came out, and Gideon killed them with the edge of his blade. 00:26:20 Speaker 4: He and the. 00:26:20 Speaker 1: Rest of his men battled against the men of Penuel, and one by one they fell. Gideon was a man possessed by anger. On the outside, it looked like righteousness, but God knew what dwelled within his heart. God knew that he was still a frightened child, lashing out because he felt small. God could see the wickedness of the compromised judge. Hundreds of Penuellian men lay dead on the floor. Gideon stood over them like a lion over his kill. The media knited princes were still bound in the corner watching. They scoffed at Gideon's unhinged rage. 00:27:00 Speaker 3: The sword of Gideon, his great liber reveared. 00:27:04 Speaker 1: Gideon looked over and marched towards them. 00:27:08 Speaker 3: You are right here now the I'm done here. It's time to deal with you. Whatever you have come you hit, sneaky lucky man. 00:27:19 Speaker 1: Gideon took his sword out of the man's shoulder and pointed to one of his sons, Jetha, my boy, come in. Gideon placed a sword in Jutha's hand and gestured to the prince's The boy was frozen in place. He did not want any hand in his father's outrage. 00:27:37 Speaker 3: Kill them, kill us yourself. If you are a man of spray, he wouldn't kill this already. 00:27:45 Speaker 2: Take your sword and in this tower. 00:27:48 Speaker 1: He spat again towards Gideon. Gideon wiped the spit from his face, lifted his sword in the air, and drove it downward at Ziba's head. Zamona remained still and prayed silently to his god. Gideon took his sword and drove it slowly into his neck. Blood gushed out and spilled onto the hilt of Gideon's sword. He watched the life slowly fade from his eyes until he was no more. Gideon stood up straight and whirled his neck back. He sighed and looked to his men. 00:28:23 Speaker 3: Oh tired let's go home. 00:28:27 Speaker 1: Long live Gideon, they shouted. The people of Israel welcomed the judge with open arms. They cheered and laughed as he and his three hundred entered the city gates. Gideon was proud of what he had accomplished, but slightly hung over from the drunken rage that had consumed him for weeks. His head was foggy and loose. He felt as though he had stepped out in a dream and was becoming reacquinted with reality. However, it did not take long for him to step back into delusions of grandeur. They proclaimed his name as if he were the Lord himself, and paraded him around all the tribes of Israel. Rule over us, they shouted, and be our king. Gideon was taken aback by their request. He quieted them and gave a humble smile. 00:29:19 Speaker 3: I will not be your key. I will not rule over you, and my sons will not rule over you. For only God is your king. 00:29:27 Speaker 1: Gideon knew his answer would make them love him even more. People love false humility in their leaders. They ate it up and ironically fed his pride even further. Gideon pondered for a moment the opportunity before him the king. 00:29:44 Speaker 3: No, no, no, no, I shouldn't be a king. I shall be more than a king. 00:29:51 Speaker 1: The same evil that had slithered among the hearts of man since the beginning slowly wrapped around Gideon's heart. I can be like God, resonated in his mind and squeezed at the desire of his flesh. Gideon stood before the people. 00:30:09 Speaker 6: I will not be your king, for God alone is your ruler. However, I do ask one thing of you. Every Midianite had a gold earring, and. 00:30:21 Speaker 3: You took them for the spoils of war. I request only that you give me those earrings. 00:30:29 Speaker 1: The people happily gave Gideon what he requested. It seemed like an odd request. Gideon was now a very rich man from the raid of the Medianites. What need did he have for gold earrings. They were placed at Gideon's feet, along with other precious gems and garments. Gideon then proceeded to craft an ephod of gold, purple and precious gems. It glimmered in the sunlight, and all the people were in awe. It was a hideous misstep by Gideon. Ephods were for the priests of Israel set apart and holy the Tabernacle. The center of worship for Israel was at Shiloh, in the territory of Ephraim. Gideon set up a rival place of worship to compete against the tribe that troubled him in the battle against Media. It was a dangerous and spiteful act, but the people did not care. They hoard after the Ephod and clamored to visit it continually. They worshiped near it, made sacrifices to it, and treated it as though it was God himself. They had forsaken the idols of the Canaanites all to worship a God of their own making. It was a Yahweh adjacent, but not the same. Although Gideon refused to be king, he named his son Jerebeo, which means my father is king. It was a clear look into the heart of Gideon. The ones fearful and timid judge had taken on the mantle of ruler, priest and commander of God's people. He reigned for forty years, amassing wealth, concubines in descendants. He was honored as a redeemer of Israel and proclaimed as a savior, but he was a compromised hero, his heart was easily taken captive by the pride of life. The faithfulness of Israel matched the faithfulness of their hero. They puffed themselves up with pride, did as they pleased, and gave into their desires. Israel needed a greater king, a greater redeemer. They needed a king who would not bow to the temptation of lordship or power. They needed a hero who would give his life for the people instead of taking vengeance. They needed a savior from the real enemy Sin. 00:33:00 Speaker 4: A haunting, unsettling story, the chosen people, one so dependent on God for every step, have become something else Entirely at the heart of this story is a lesson we as a people have known since the beginning. Power unguarded can corrupt even the most righteous art Jewish tradition warns us repeatedly that where there is pride, there is no room for God. It's an ancient truth, one is old as Israel's history. The Rabbi say that he who chases honor will lose it. Proverb sixteen eighteen warns us that pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall. In pride, we build a wall around our hearts, slowly blacking out the voice of God. The people were so thankful to Gideon for winning the war against the Midianites, they asked him to rule over them and to create a dynasty, with his son and grandson becoming rulers after him. Gideon, with the characteristic humility we've seen so far, answers them. In verse twenty three, he says, quote, I will not rule over you, nor will my son rule over you. The Lord will rule over you. 00:34:17 Speaker 3: End quote. 00:34:18 Speaker 4: Gideon understood the problem of human rulership, with the leader often becoming arrogant forgetting this power comes from God. Gideon wanted to be sure that the people, after their miraculous victory, would continue to understand that God is the ultimate ruler and not any earthly leader. This, of course, was an act of outstanding selflessness, rejecting the perks of monarchy in favor of God's rule. And then we have the evoe that Gideon makes a sacred garment that becomes an idol. It's a snare for all of Israel. See, our people have long struggled with idolatry, that deep human tendency to elevate things. Leaders and symbols above God. We saw this first way back in the garden of Eden, then again at Bavil, and then in the wilderness with the Golden Calf, and here the Chosen People once again fall into the same trap you see. Jewish tradition teaches that Gideon's rationale for creating the Evad was sound. He meant for the Chosen people to be reminded of the miraculous victory and to be strengthened in their faith. But this backfired after Gideon's death, when the people of Israel once again fell into idle worship and away from God. Gideon's story is a sobering look at the dark side of power, a warning about the slow, deadly pull of pride. So what does it mean for us today? Well, this story is a warning for anyone who's ever tasted success, andone who's felt the thrill of achievement, of power, of being seen as great. Because the truth is pride doesn't just appear in those with fame or fortune. It seeps into every heart that has known any sort of success, that has felt even a hint of strength. The challenge for us, then, is to ask how do we handle success? We live in a culture that celebrates self made success and independence, but the path God wants us to take. 00:36:24 Speaker 3: Is one of humility. 00:36:25 Speaker 4: The Chosen People have always known that every good thing comes from above, that we are not the source of our strength, but merely the vessels of it. True power, my friends, is not about holding on to greatness, but about staying small in our own eyes and remembering that God alone deserves the honor. May we all learn from Gideon's story, and may we remember then God's kingdom. True strength flies in humility alone with blessings from the Holy Land. This is ye Alextine. 00:37:00 Speaker 1: You can listen to The Chosen People with Yle Eckstein ad free by downloading and subscribing to the prey dot Com app today. This Prey dog comproduction is only made possible by our dedicated team of creative talents. Steve Gattina, Max Bard, Zach Shellabarger and Ben Gammon are the executive producers of The Chosen People with Yile Eckstein, edited by Alberto Avilla, narrated by Paul Coltofianu. Characters are voiced by Jonathan Gotten, Aaron Salvato, Sarah Seltz, Mike Reagan, Stephen Ringwold, Sylvia Zaradoc, Thomas Copeland Junior, Rosanna Pilcher, and the opening prayer is voiced by John Moore. 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