Some musings on Herodias. The gal who played around with her brother-in-law. Seems like maybe she was a good mom, she had a daughter involved in extracurricular activities. Dance class for sure. Maybe fine arts—silver platters and things. I don’t think, however, that Mom had much interest in anger management, or wisdom.
She was a granddaughter of Herod the Great, who, despite the name, was really not-so-great. He was the one who thought the wise men were nasty wise guys, suggesting that a new king had been born somewhere within his greedy reach. So, he had a little preview of Roe v. Wade take place in Bethlehem.
But he was not partial to baby Jews, he was pretty much willing to put a dagger into anyone who might rub him the wrong way. Amongst the family members he chopped up was his own son, Aristobulus IV, Herodias’ daddy.
When the non-great died, the territory he ruled was divvied up amongst four of his kids, (four of the ones he had not killed). These siblings did not have a good solid father image, thus they had a bad case of like father, like son.
Getting back to Herodias, though, she seemed to have a thing with uncles.