A Lordly Dish of Butter
Judges 5:24-27 KJV Blessed above women shall Jael the wife of Heber the Kenite be, blessed shall she be above women in the tent.  He asked water, and she gave him milk; she brought forth butter in a lordly dish.  She put her hand to the nail, and her right hand to the workmen's hammer; and with the hammer she smote Sisera, she smote off his head, when she had pierced and stricken through his temples.  At her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay down: at her feet he bowed, he fell: where he bowed, there he fell down dead.
- INTRODUCTION - A PARABLE OF THE WILD GEESE
-I recently ran across a provoking story that Richard Exley wrote in his book Deliver Me. He wrote it after being inspired by an essay called “Southern Flight” by Robert James Waller. It is very thought provoking.
We have been flying since the first hint of daylight and the sun is now far down in the western sky as we circle the body of water far below us. Though we have ridden a fierce north wind most of the day, weariness makes our wings heavy. Twice we have bypassed promising lakes after being alerted to danger by our experienced leader. He is a magnificent bird well past his prime, but he can still fly with the best of the young geese. He has been my mate for many winters. For the most part we have had a good life - flying north to Canada in the spring to hatch our young, and then back south with the first hint of winter - but twice we lost offspring to the deadly guns of hunters.
Through the driving snow I now see a cluster of geese huddled against a marshy bank at the far end of the lake. Being surrounded by grain fields, it promises not only a sheltered resting place but sustenance as well. We will not find a better place to spend the night, or that I am sure.
Mordecai leads us in a wide circle around the end of the lake and the adjoining field, alert for signs of danger. Though I see nothing to cause harm, I cannot shake a nagging sense of dread. Form the lake below comes the faint honking of geese at rest. It is the “all clear” signal, but I take no comfort in it, nor does Mordecai.