The Five Philistine kings said to each other. And so they put on a great feast to
celebrate their victory over Samson.
They poured too much wine and ate too much food.

"Our God Dagon has given us great victory over our enemy Samson!" they prayed.
Of course, their god Dagon had nothing to do with it. There is no god Dagon at all.
It was the one and only God who brought Samson to the Philistines. And it wasn't
going to be a victory for them.
"Let's bring Samson out here, so we can have some fun!" the kings said, thinking they
were so powerful, and Samson was blind and weak.
They made Samson stand by the columns of the great temple they were feasting in.
But Samson's hair had grown back.
"Let me touch the columns that hold up the temple, so I can lean against them," Samson
whispered to the boy who was leading him.
The temple was crowded with over three thousand men and women, and they were all having
a great time, making fun of Samson and his God.
But Samson was quietly praying.
"Dear Lord, my King," he prayed, "please remember me, your servant. Give me strength
just one more time."
And then Samson put his hands on the columns, one on each side.
He pushed with all his might.
The pillars gave way, and the great stones of the building came crashing down in a
thundering roar and cloud of dust. It all came tumbling down on the five evil kings
and all the evil people who were celebrating there.
It was Samson's victory after all.
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