The Headless Child King {An Apologetics Post}

I am now reading through 1 Samuel in my evening devotion and a few nights ago I came to 1 Sam. 5:4. It brought a memory which made me chuckle about the testimony of a preacher in our Church which I wrote on my blog Minister of Mercy. I will share that with you in a little while but first, the verse:

And when they arose early the next morning, there was Dagon, fallen on its face to the ground before the ark of the Lord. The head of Dagon and both the palms of its hands were broken off on the threshold; only Dagon’s torso was left of it. (1 Sam. 5:4)

After their victory against the Israelites, the Philistines took the ark of God and put it in the house of Dagon their god. In the morning when the people of Ashdod arose and went into the house of their god, the image of Dagon was fallen on its face to the ground before the ark of the God of Israel. On the second morning, the above verse describes the fate of their god Dagon.

And “the hand of the Lord was heavy on the people of Ashdod, and He ravaged them and struck them with tumors, both Ashdod and its territory (1 Sam. 5:6).

Before beloved Bro. Luisito Angeles received the Lord Jesus Christ and became an ordained preacher of Jesus Miracle Crusade International Ministry, this was his life:

During the day, Bro. Louie helped his mother in their vegetable stall in Muñoz Market. At night, he went to school to study architecture. Very early in the morning, they would wake up to open the stall and go about arranging and displaying the fresh vegetables delivered that day for selling. But before Bro. Louie could even begin his work, his mother ordered him to kiss the image of Sto. Niño perched on a wooden mantel in the wall and pray before it. Bro. Louie didn’t relish doing it but he didn’t want to offend his mother so he did it anyway. But the funny part is, Bro. Louie often had to grope in the dark and dirty floor of the vegetable stall for the head of the statue of the Sto. Niño. During the night, the mice that thrived in the stall became rambunctious in their feasting of the unsold vegetables and always managed to wriggle the wooden head of the Sto. Niño from off its neck. Or maybe the mice also delighted in nibbling the dirty head of the wooden statue?

When Bro. Louie found the head (probably been played with by the raucous mice), he set it atop the statue and kissed it. The ritual was repeated every morning.

Can you imagine the image of the god Dagon with its head and limbs strewn on the ground as described in the verse above? I can see the striking similarity with the story of Bro. Louie. Anyway, to continue with his testimony:

Bro. Louie finally graduated from college but when he applied for a job abroad, he failed his medical exam. He had leprosy. You can read the complete testimony of Bro. Louie Angeles here.

The people of Ashdod who desecrated the ark of God by putting it in the house of their god Dagon were punished. God struck them with tumors. Again, I can see the similarity here with the testimony of Bro. Louie.

I made a little research about the origin of the Sto. Niño in Google and was surprised to find out that it originated from our country the Philippines and it’s officially called Sto. Niño de Cebu! By the way, it’s translated as “boy saint” (that’s my own translation but devotees from the Catholic Church worship it as “Baby Jesus”). So anyway, the image is that of a very young boy with a cape, a crown, and a cross. The image has multiplied to untold numbers as crafters continue to make business out of it all year round. Almost all households of Catholics have the image sitting on a mantel or altar where some also make offerings. The images vary depending on where they are sold. Some are adorned with just a plain green cloth. These grace the poorer households, mostly small business establishments. Still some others are bedecked with red felt, gold threads, and precious beads.

It really makes my heart heavy to think about such paganistic worship of images and statues. The ever-living, all-powerful God and Savior who lives in the heart of the redeemed has been reduced by this zealous, blinded devotees into an impotent image of wood and stone (that mice can play with). But of course, no one can truly take away or reduce the glory and power of the one true living God no matter what idolatrous acts these people do.

But we continue to pray that God will open their hearts from their blindness and be saved, too.

 And in them the prophecy of Isaiah is fulfilled, which says:

‘Hearing you will hear and shall not understand,
And seeing you will see and not perceive;
15 For the hearts of this people have grown dull.
Their ears are hard of hearing,
And their eyes they have closed,
Lest they should see with their eyes and hear with their ears,
Lest they should understand with their hearts and turn,
So that I should heal them.’ (Mat. 13:14-15)

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Comments

  1. Hazel Moon says:

    May all our idols be broken at the feet of Jesus !! Thank you for your entry at “Tell Me a Story.” I have been off line due to computer failure and virus problems, but my husband gave me a different computer so I am back on line – just lost a bunch of stuff including my e-mail addresses..
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