My name? Well… I don’t have one anymore.
I used to be a donkey—strong, steady, built for long walks and heavy loads.
But my part in God’s story began after my last bray.
One hot afternoon, I was resting in a field when trouble came.
The Philistines had captured a man named Samson—big, strong, and fearless.
They tied him with ropes, thinking they’d won.
But when the Spirit of God filled Samson, the ropes snapped like threads!
The Philistines rushed toward him—hundreds of them!
Samson looked around for a weapon… and saw me.
Well, part of me.
My old, sun-bleached jawbone, lying in the dust.
He picked it up, and—whoosh!—with God’s power, that simple bone became mighty.
He swung it left and right, and the enemy scattered like startled birds.
By the time it was over, Samson stood panting, the battle won.
He looked at the jawbone in his hand and said,
“With the jawbone of a donkey, I have slain a thousand men!”
I wasn’t beautiful. I wasn’t new.
But that day, God used what was left of me for something great.
When the fight was done, Samson tossed me aside.
The wind blew over me, and I thought quietly,
“Even broken things can still be used by God.”
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Moral of the Story:
You don’t have to be whole or perfect for God to use you.
Even what’s broken can become His tool for victory.