As we enter an Amalekite encampment, we have to fight our way in. You encountered an Amalekite warrior, and managed to kill him. I was attacked by his enraged wife, and had no choice but to likewise kill her. Now you and I enter their tent, and see babies – twin 6 month old infant girls lying on the blanket on the floor. Though their parents were our enemies, yet these infants, like infants everywhere, had known nothing but love and kindness in their short lives.
Now I want you to pause a moment, as a personal warrior representing God, with your sword raised before you behead one of them, and explain to her, though she won’t understand the words, why we have slaughtered her parents, and why she must die. Do you glory, knowing you are doing God’s work, as your sword descends and you see the blood spurt out?
I, with a similar charge, stand over the other twin little baby with my sword raised. I pause, and think, then I lay my sword down, pick up the orphan, and vow that my life will be forfeit before hers. I whisper to her that as a beautiful infant child of God, still young and impressionable, I will take her home and defend her and teach her what right and wrong really are.
When we get back to our camp, you can brag about the infant blood that has dried on your blade, and I will show one of those that later it will be said “bring the llttle ones unto me, for of such is the Kingdom of Heaven.”