Breaking the Idol Judges 6:11-35
During the dreadful days of 1940 Winston Churchill, in summoning cooperation and support for survival, declared, “Let us … brace ourselves to our duty, and so bear ourselves that, if the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say: ‘This was their finest hour.’ ”
-God is calling us to courageously cast down some idols for the good of our families
I. The Mighty Man of God vv. 11-26
II. The Reality of Idols
III. The Fruit of the Fight
Second Samuel 10 records a seemingly impossible impasse for the armies of David. David’s commanding general, Joab, “saw that the battle was set against him both in front and in the rear.” Then he and his brother, Abishai, vowed to support each other and to leave the results in the hands of God. Joab reinforced Abishai with these courageous words:
If the Syrians are too strong for me, than you shall help me, but if the Ammonites are too strong for you, then I will come and help you. Be of good courage, and let us play the man for our people, and for the cities of our God; and may the Lord do what seems good to him (2 Sam. 10:9, 11–12).
Charles Colson, in Loving God, tells the story of Telemachus, a fourth-century Christian.
He lived in a remote village, tending his garden and spending much of his time in prayer. One day he thought he heard the voice of God telling him to go to Rome, so he obeyed, setting out on foot. Weary weeks later, he arrived in the city at the time of a great festival. The little monk followed the crowd surging down the streets into the Colosseum. He saw the gladiators stand before the emperor and say, “We who are about to die salute you.” Then he realized these men were going to fight to the death for the entertainment of the crowd. He cried out, “In the name of Christ, stop!”
As the games began, he pushed his way through the crowd, climbed over the wall, and dropped to the floor of the arena. When the crowd saw this tiny figure rushing to the gladiators and saying, “In the name of Christ, stop!” they thought it was part of the show and began laughing.
When they realized it wasn’t, the laughter turned to anger. As he was pleading with the gladiators to stop, one of them plunged a sword into his body. He fell to the sand. As he was dying, his last words were, “In the name of Christ, stop!”
Then a strange thing happened. The gladiators stood looking at the tiny figure lying there. A hush fell over the Colosseum. Way up in the upper rows, a man stood and made his way to the exit. Others began to follow. In dead silence, everyone left the Colosseum.
The year was B.C. 391, and that was the last battle to the death between gladiators in the Roman Colosseum. Never again in the great stadium did men kill each other for the entertainment of the crowd, all because of one tiny voice that could hardly be heard above the tumult. One voice—one life—that spoke the truth in God’s name.