There was a time long ago when the land had no king and people did as they saw fit
They fell into oppression under a man named Sisera who ravaged their lives for twenty years. Then came the time of war, when the people rose up under a woman named Deborah. Led by the Spirit a hand of justice closed around this Sisera and he ran as his army fell to pieces.

He ran to the tent of woman whose shelter was thought safe haven for certainly she would hide him. That she would look away from the blood he spilled and lives he crushed. For who was she to talk? Just a woman...a tent dwelling woman of no consequence.

"Give me a drink and don't say a word"
And so she gave him milk and said not a word.

And as he slept in his arrogance upon her floor she took a tent peg and a hammer
and made sure his head never left the ground again...and her people were free

Her name was Jael and she lived in the time of the Judges.

oilgraph on wooden panel - 30"x24"
The first panel for the series In the Time of the Judges