The story of Jephthah in Judges 11 retold I could see them coming in the distance, returning victorious from their battle, I squealed, Mother! Father is home!" It had been since Father's brothers -the same ones that had kicked him out of their family after their father had died- had come to ask for his aid in fighting the sons of Ammon. I had prayed and prayed to the Lord to help my father be victorious and it seemed He had. I whispered a prayer of thanks to Yahweh as I navigated through all the livestock we kept in our house and narrowly avoided stepping on a large lump of one of their droppings. I heard a joyful laugh and an exclamation of praise to Yahweh behind me, Mother was also coming to greet Father, she too was excited that Father had returned safely. I pressed on, I wanted to be the first to greet Father. I finally made it to the door and flung it open, being sure to push back some of the goats that were trying to escape. Practically boundin...