It wasn't Samson
It wasn't Samson.
It was the Spirit of the Lord.
II Corinthians 12:9
And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.
…and that some people picture Samson as having a—a shoulders about like a barn door; now it would be nothing strange about that, to see a man who could pick up the gates of Gaza and walk out with it, or take a lion and pull him apart. But, you know, Samson was just a little bitty…in the street expression, a little shrimp, little bitty, old curly-headed, sissified, mama's boy, seven curls.
It was a strange thing. When, they thought that a man, a great big ten-foot man, could pick up a lion, sure, and kill him. But the strange thing was, this little fellow seemed to be helpless until the Spirit of the Lord come on him. It wasn't Samson. It was the Spirit of the Lord.
That's the reason that it wasn't the apostles. Jesus chose them all, practically every one of them without even enough education to sign their name. He didn't choose priests. He didn't choose theologians. He chose fishermen and herdsmen, the ignorant and unlearned, so that He could take that in His hand, and take nothing and make something out of it. That's His nature.