Judges 3:12-14And the children of Israel did evil again in the sight of the Lord: and the Lord strengthened Eglon the king of Moab against Israel, because they had done evil in the sight of the Lord. And he gathered unto him the children of Ammon and Amalek, and went and smote Israel, and possessed the city of palm trees. So the children of Israel served Eglon the king of Moab eighteen years.

What Yahweh can do with a handicap far exceeds what any man can do with a gift. All my life I learned to unnaturally use my other hand. I was born opposite most everyone else. What every man in Israel performed with his right hand I attempted with the left. Tools were not made for my hand. Weapons were not made for my hand. Life was not made for my hand.

Farm work proved difficult. Working opposite the man beside me I would sometimes take an accidental swing at his leg with a scythe. Conflict frequently resulted. Our clashes produced distaste for my presence, and I would switch hands. Then, with an entirely different problem, I could not keep pace with even the weakest servant in my father's house. I would switch back. The cycle continued and I learned to detest the harvest field.

War was no place for me. I have tried many times to fight a right handed man with a left handed stance, but it only left me open for attack. Defending my position in a battle would prove too problematic. If any right handed man protected my back we were both left with an exposed flank and an evident weakness. No need to die on account of my flaw.

I tried to learn the supposed right way. I worked day after day to condition my right hand to work with the same strength and swiftness as my left. One day, in my frustration, I even tied my left hand to my back so I could not use it at all! I was unproductive to say the least.

My father Gera was possibly the only man in the entire nation of Israel that believed I was worth anything at all. At times, I wasn't even convinced. He would always come to me, stoop down to my level, and take me by my face.

"My son," He would firmly whisper, "Yahweh will do no harm to the man who serves Him. He will raise you up to be what you must be not what you want to be." Seeing my despondency he would swiftly add, "Do not quit. Yahweh provides a way."

Those words were to me a catalyst for change. My father Gera modeled those words. He waited patiently for the wickedness of Israel to cease and a man to rise up against the king of Moab. He cried to Yahweh. He plead with Yahweh. He never ceased to adore Yahweh! His life spoke the words he often proclaimed to me: Do not quit. Yahweh provides a way.