I confess, friends, that I am left-handed, well mostly left-handed. It was in vogue when I was a child, to force people to write with their left hand. Many of us suffered through that travesty. No wonder I have life issues! Ha-ha! Friends, we are not brain-damaged. Even in utero, about 10% of us suck our left thumb!
Now, researchers conclude that about 10% of us are naturally left-handed but they don’t know why! Might I add that I don’t know why I am left-handed either? It just feels natural to me. So, I write with my right hand because family and teachers insisted, but I do everything else with my left hand.
Apparently, we were forced to change because it wasn’t acceptable in the community. And just imagine! Utensils are all made for right-handed people.
Left-handedness came in handy in the Bible. Highlights follow; the full story in Judges 3.
The Israelites cried out to the Lord, and he gave them a deliverer—Ehud, a left-handed man. The Israelites sent him with a tribute to Eglon king of Moab. Ehud had made a double-edged sword about a cubit which he strapped to his right thigh under his clothing. He presented the tribute to Eglon king of Moab, who was a very fat man. After Ehud had presented the tribute, he himself went back to Eglon and said, “Your Majesty, I have a secret message for you.” As the king rose from his seat, Ehud reached with his left hand, drew the sword from his right thigh and plunged it into the king’s belly. Then Ehud went out to the porch; shut the doors behind him and locked them. The servants said, “He must be relieving himself. While they waited, Ehud got away.
Rejoice in your left-handedness!