I didn't go anywhere today. I read about Samson. I've always related to Samson, because-like him-I was blessed with great strength, and lived foolishly much of the time. I spent many years chasing questionable women. And though I spent much of my former life living against God, near the end of my days of folly, blind to everything but the misery I couldn't bear, I cried out to God, and He gave me peace. The next chapter, 18, is about Micah, and a number of other characters, and the tribe of Dan. What I related most to in this chapter was the fact that there was no king(Jesus), so every man did what was right in his own eyes. That's how everyone lived while I was growing up, and there was definitely no King Jesus.