There is a story in the Bible about the wisdom of Solomon.  Two women came to him, both carrying newborns, one alive, one dead.  Each woman claimed that the live baby was hers and that the dead was the other’s.  Solomon ruled that the only equitable solution was to divide the living baby between the two women.  One agreed.  The other said, No!  Don’t kill it.  Give it to her.  Whereupon Solomon decided that the second woman was the mother, because her love for the baby was greater than her need to possess it.

This was such a big deal that All Israel heard of the judgment that the king had rendered, and they stood in awe of the king, because they perceived that the wisdom of God was in him to do justice.

Where did they get this dead baby to bring to Solomon? During the night one of the women squashed hers as she slept.

If you squash a baby, you plea your case before the great Solomon.  But who do you turn to when something REAL happens — when a woman rolls over not on her baby, but on other members of the household.  What Godly figure overlooks the rest of us?