The Purging Lutheran has never watched the popular cable show, Game of Thrones. I don’t know where it takes place, who the actors are or their parts or even if there are any ‘cutesy’ Oompaloompa-type characters involved. My understanding of the show is that the most popular characters meet gruesome ends, if you’re a male you have a beard and if you are a woman you may or may not have a beard but you certainly don’t hold a purse. But what if a woman did carry a purse? I am certain it would look like My Marta’s purse pictured above. It has a bit of the feminine touch with the color pink but includes a warriorette accessory such as this set of ‘bronze knuckles’:
Skäärdiña, princess of Mœgla, is pretending to make smoochy with Gûrdįgòn, the duke of Flùv. As he leans over to adjust the torch for a more seductive mood she whips out her purse and puts a dent in his forehead. Goodbye, evil-doer. Mission accomplished!
Some things never change, right guys? I said, am I right? This purse has been added to the pile of purses, pants and shoes on the dining room table. Where will it end up?
1 Samuel 17:40-50
Then David took his shepherd’s staff, selected five smooth stones from the brook, and put them in the pocket of his shepherd’s pack, and with his sling in his hand approached Goliath.
As the Philistine paced back and forth, his shield bearer in front of him, he noticed David. He took one look down on him and sneered—a mere youngster, apple-cheeked and peach-fuzzed.
The Philistine ridiculed David. “Am I a dog that you come after me with a stick?” And he cursed him by his gods.
“Come on,” said the Philistine. “I’ll make roadkill of you for the buzzards. I’ll turn you into a tasty morsel for the field mice.”
David answered, “You come at me with sword and spear and battle-ax. I come at you in the name of God-of-the-Angel-Armies, the God of Israel’s troops, whom you curse and mock. This very day God is handing you over to me. I’m about to kill you, cut off your head, and serve up your body and the bodies of your Philistine buddies to the crows and coyotes. The whole earth will know that there’s an extraordinary God in Israel. And everyone gathered here will learn that God doesn’t save by means of sword or spear. The battle belongs to God—he’s handing you to us on a platter!”
That roused the Philistine, and he started toward David. David took off from the front line, running toward the Philistine. David reached into his pocket for a stone, slung it, and hit the Philistine hard in the forehead, embedding the stone deeply. The Philistine crashed, facedown in the dirt.
That’s how David beat the Philistine—with a sling and a stone. He hit him and killed him. No sword for David!