Ehud's Silent Justice

The day of tribute had come again. Israel’s servants bowed before Moab’s king,

their hands trembling as they laid gifts at his feet. The hall smelled of incense and pride.

Eglon sat high on his throne—heavy with wealth, heavy with arrogance. But among the carriers

stood one man with a hidden purpose. Ehud. Left-handed. Silent.

Waiting. They searched him, but not well. Everyone looked to the left side

for weapons. No one thought to check his right thigh. That was their first

mistake. When the tribute was done, the crowd withdrew. Ehud walked with

them only a short distance before turning back toward the palace. He said he had a