It did not need to end like this. In fact it should not have. This is a story of tragedy amid triumph, of pathos amid potential, of shortcomings amid strength. It is a story primarily of one man but in a larger way representative of an entire nation. As we follow the progression of events in the story of this enigmatic envoy, a pattern evolves portraying the life of Israel.
The first recorded act of Samson’s escapades should probably be a clue to the dichotomy inherent in his powers and passions. As an Israelite there were certain rules — dietary, social, ceremonial — which were to be followed. As one who was to live according to Nazirite vows, the restrictions were even more severe and critical.
“Samson, honeybun, what is the secret to your great strength?”
Samson has probably lost count of how many times he has been asked this question, but he plays along. With a slight smirk he answers, “If anyone ties me up with seven fresh thongs or bowstrings, still green and undried, I will be as weak as any other man.”
Samson has no illusions about his situation and he makes no pleas to God for his rescue — the man must certainly be cognizant of his complicity in his own downfall. He has but one request. His hair has been growing back and with it the hope that one last time God would endow him with power as before so he might punish the Pagan Philistines.