And the Little Ones Shall Fall First: On Gideon’s Chariot and the Slaughter of the Innocents
Delivered at the Church of Holy Optics, Third Sunday in the 19th month of the Genocide
Beloved brothers, sisters, and stakeholders in the Heavenly Brand,
We gather today in solemn reflection and holy disbelief at the news from the land once called Holy. A new military operation has been announced. Its name? Gideon’s Chariot.
Praise be! Another chariot. Another prophet. Another press release soaked in scripture and blood.
Now, for those unfamiliar with Gideon, let us recap. Gideon was a man of God—reluctant, humble, called upon to defeat a great enemy with only a few righteous men and a trumpet. A tale of divine justice against overwhelming odds.
But behold! In the Zionist rebrand, Gideon now rides a Merkava tank, flanked by drones and sponsored by Lockheed Martin. This Gideon no longer downsizes his army to show the power of God. No. This Gideon mobilises tanks, flattens cities, and sends precision-guided missiles into crowded shelters—all under the banner of biblical virtue.
Let us pause, dear congregation, and ask: What would Jesus do with Gideon’s Chariot? Would he ride it through Rafah, aiming carefully at hospitals and UN schools, making sure the kill ratio stays impressive enough for Western donors?
Would the Prince of Peace wear night-vision goggles?
Selah.
They say over 18,000 children have been killed. That’s the number documented. A few might argue it’s hard to tell, amid the rubble and limbs, whether a corpse was seven or seventeen. But The Lancet estimates the real number of dead may approach 200,000.
Let us pause again and count, not the dead, but the excuses:
- We warned them.
- They were near a tunnel.
- We do not target civilians, only the 5-year-olds holding hands with militants.
And still they roll out another name from Scripture, polishing the gears of slaughter with the balm of myth. Because what better way to sell carnage than through the voice of the prophets?
What better way to bury the truth than under holy verses, quoted by men with sniper scopes and clean consciences?
We are told this is a war between good and evil. That those children, with their jelly sandals and stuffed toys, were human shields. That every mother screaming in Arabic is a hostage-taker. That food convoys are a threat. That grief is antisemitic.
Brothers and sisters, welcome to Revelations: The Hasbara Edition, where the Beast is a toddler in Gaza, and the Lamb is a 2,000-pound bomb dropped with divine precision.
And so the chariot rolls on.
But let us remember this: no matter how many psalms they staple to their missiles, no matter how many verses they tweet from the Book of Joshua while reducing Gaza to ash, God does not ride in that chariot.
God walks barefoot through the ruins. God holds the charred body of a child and weeps. God, if He speaks at all, is whispering: What have you done?
And perhaps, one day, from the wreckage of all this righteous slaughter, a new Gideon will rise. Not one armed with tanks and dogma, but truth. And he will tear down not altars, but the falsehoods upon which this bloodbath rests.
Until then, beloved, let us not be silent. Let us not be comforted. And let us not confuse the chariot of death for the will of God.
Amen.