The whimsied story of Balak’s hired prophetic gun firing blanks still entertains. It also ventures a sly tale about magical religion.
In his trouble over the Israelite masses who are passing through is land, the Moabite king Balak contracts Baalam, a highly regarded speaker of curses, to put the whammy on these well-herded Israelites before they consume his grain like locusts or make it safely out the other end of his pasture. Ancient shepherd-kings, it seems, could be cranky about such intrusions onto the metaphorical pasture. The upkeep of that turf, after all, is what in part underwrote a regal authority that often had little else to stand on.
Baalam famously misfires, pronouncing blessing after blessing upon Moses’ people when he should have been foreshadowing their skewering with fiery words that would turn in good time into swords, dripping with real blood in answer to the prophet’s crimson words. (more…)