Lion Of Judah Quotes

The people who hanged Christ never, to do them justice, accused him of being a bore - on the contrary, they thought him too dynamic to be safe. It has been left for later generations to muffle up that shattering personality and surround him with an atmosphere of tedium. We have efficiently pared the claws of the Lion of Judah, certified him "meek and mild" and recommended him as a fitting household pet for pale curates and pious old ladies.

People here worship the sun." "Yes, but my people worship the God who made the sun.

I once heard a Chicago-area pastor put it this way: we don't need more Americans bowing down to the Democrat donkey or the Republican elephant. We need more Americans bowing down to the Lion of Judah.

We cannot tame the Lion of Judah. There is a mystery, a wonder, and, yes, even a wildness about God we cannot take from Him.

I make a joke of it, but... but I'm afraid of death." He straightened up and turned to look into Joseph's eyes. Joseph saw the fear there and was shocked by the intensity of it. "Are you afraid to die, Joseph?" Joseph considered for a moment, then shook his head. "I'm not afraid to now, but then I'm not dying now. When I come to that moment, I will probably be... what's the right word? Maybe frightened in a way that you're frightened when an experience lies before you you've never had. "No more than that?" "I hope not.

No, I don't believe it," Joseph said. "From listening to my father and grandfather talk about El Shaddai, I think he's different from the gods of Egypt. I think that none of us could ever be good enough for God. I think of Him as being so good that a human can't even enter His presence. A man would die if he did. I think God's merciful, Rashidi. I think he forgives us because he loves us, just as we forgive our children because we love them. "Rashidi's eyes brightened. "A God that loves people! Now there's a new thought!

But a Christ who is all grace cannot stir the masculine soul. Deep down, men long for a harsh affection—the love of a coach who yells at his players to get every ounce of effort; the love of a drill sergeant who pushes his recruits to the limits of human endurance; the love of a teacher who demands the impossible from his students. As Western society feminizes, it’s getting harder for men to find this kind of love. The Lion of Judah offers harsh father-love in abundance—yet he’s becoming an endangered species in the modern church.

Weep no more; behold,  k the Lion  l of the tribe of Judah,  m the Root of David, has conquered, so that he can open the scroll and its seven seals.

Weep no more; behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has conquered, so that

For while you may roar AS a lion, satan, I AM THE LION OF THE TRIBE OF JUDAH, AND WHEN I ROAR, HEAVEN AND EARTH TREMBLES, AND YOU TOO WILL TREMBLE AS I ROAR THROUGH THOSE WHOM I LOVE. FOR THIS IS THE SEASON THINGS ARE MADE RIGHT, THE SEASON WHEN MY BRIDE ARISES

The Lion of the Tribe of Judah is an emblem of the Messiah, representative of Matthew. The ox was the classic symbol of a servant, as presented in Mark. Luke emphasized the Son of Man; and John, the Eagle. The same four faces that were the ensigns for the camps of Israel and appear on the cherubim seem to also characterize the four Gospels.

We can take comfort in knowing that our future and the world's future are in his hands. In the meantime, we are free to concentrate on giving Jesus more of the praise and honor he so richly deserves. The Lion from the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has won the victory. He can open the scroll and the seven seals on it. Revelation 5:5 Ask

Such is the state of things in England, and it is well that it should be realised by all of us; but it must not be supposed for a moment that I am afraid of it. I lament it deeply, because I foresee that it may be the ruin of many souls; but I have no fear at all that it really can do aught of serious harm to the Word of God, to Holy Church, to our Almighty King, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, Faithful and True, or to His Vicar on earth. Christianity has been too often in what seemed deadly peril, that we should fear for it any new trial now. So far is certain; on the other hand, what is uncertain, and in these great contests commonly is uncertain, and what is commonly a great surprise, when it is witnessed, is the particular mode by which, in the event, Providence rescues and saves His elect inheritance. Sometimes our enemy is turned into a friend; sometimes he is despoiled of that special virulence of evil which was so threatening; sometimes he falls to pieces of himself; sometimes he does just so much as is beneficial, and then is removed. Commonly the Church has nothing more to do than to go on in her own proper duties, in confidence and peace; to stand still and to see the salvation of God.

Most of all, God will not be weeping. Yes, our sufferings matter to the Almighty and he has wept in empathy, crying at the graveside of Lazarus; he often wept when he prayed, pouring out tears in the garden of Gethsemane. But heaven will reveal something different. An eternal plan that was never threatened, never in jeopardy of collapsing, never on the edge of defeat. There will be no need for tears. “Then one of the elders said to me, ‘Do not weep! See, the Lion of the tribe of Judah…has triumphed.’” But it is not a lion that commands center stage: “Then I saw a Lamb, looking as if it had been slain, standing in the center of the throne…Then I heard every creature in heaven and on earth…singing: ‘To him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb be praise and honor and glory and power, for ever and ever!’” (Revelation 5:5-6, 13).

Jesus is worthy of our devotion and our thanks. Your Jesus is the One who rode into the depths of the darkest, most dangerous dungeon to rescue his true love. He is the One who will ride again on a white steed with fire in his eyes and a flaming sword in his hand. He has inscribed you into the palm of his nail-pierced hand. He knows your every thought, numbers your every hair, and cherishes your every tear. Jesus weeps for you and with you, longs for you, hopes for you, dreams of you, and rejoices over you with singing. He is the One who has battled all the forces of hell to free you and who battles still. Jesus is your knight in shining armor. He is the love you have been longing for. He is your dream come true. He is your hero. He is Aslan, the Lion of Judah, and the Lamb of God. He is the Prince of Peace, the Alpha and Omega, the First and the Last, the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords, the Mighty One. His name is like a kiss and an earthquake. His gaze is on you. He has pledged his love to you and betrothed you to him forever. He is unchangeable, and his love will never fail you.

Oh, Israel, your hope must be in this book, for it alone tells us how our God should be worshiped and served.” For a long moment he hesitated, then turned and left the tent. He found Joshua and Caleb waiting outside and noticed that both of them were pale. He smiled and handed the book to Joshua. “Joshua, be strong and anchor Israel to the book. My time has come, and I must leave you.” Both Joshua and Caleb began to weep. Moses extended his arms and embraced them both. He was still a powerful, strong man, though a hundred twenty years old. He held them tightly and said, “My time is over, but your time is just beginning.

they had finally fallen silent themselves. Othniel had heard Joshua say, “They don’t know what to make of it. They’ll know even less on the seventh day.” Joshua was now standing on a little rise. It was just before dawn, and he was preparing the people. He spoke again of the power of God and reminded them of how God had delivered them over and over since their fathers had left Egypt, and he encouraged them to be courageous and true. After the speech he motioned to Othniel and Ardon. They came straightaway to stand before him, and he said, “Go in and bring the woman who saved you when I sent you as spies. Bring out her family and take special care of her. She has been a great blessing to Israel.

This puts me in mind of a circumstance that occurred when I was laboring on a mission in London many, many years ago: We had an old gentleman there that had been in the army. He was a war veteran and he was preaching the gospel of Jesus Christ on the streets. A man came up and slapped him on the face. "Now," he says, "if you are a Christian turn the other cheek." So old daddy turned the other cheek, but he said: "Hit again and down you go." He would have gone down, too, if he had struck again. True, Jesus Christ taught that non-resistance, was right and praiseworthy and a duty under certain circumstances and conditions; but just look at him when he went into the temple, when he made that scourge of thongs, when he turned out the money-changers and kicked over their tables and told them to get out of the house of the Lord! "My house is a house of prayer," he said, "but ye have made it a den of thieves." Get out of here! Hear him crying, "Woe unto you Scribes, Pharisees, hypocrites, ye compass sea and land to make one proselyte, and then ye make him ten-fold more the child of hell than he was before." That was the other side of the spirit of Jesus. Jesus was no milksop. He was not to be trampled under foot. He was ready to submit when the time came for his martyrdom, and he was to be nailed on the cross as a sacrifice for the sins of the world, but he was ready at any time to stand up for his rights like a man. He is not only called "the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world," but also "the Lion of the Tribe of Judah," and He will be seen to be terrible by and by to his enemies. Now while we are not particularly required to pattern after the "lion" side of his character unless it becomes necessary, the Lord does not expect us to submit to be trodden under foot by our enemies and never resist. The Lord does not want us to inculcate the spirit of war nor the spirit of bloodshed. In fact he has commanded us not to shed blood, but there are times and seasons, as we can find in the history of the world, in [the] Bible and the Book of Mormon, when it is justifiable and right and proper and the duty of men to go forth in the defense of their homes and their families and maintain their privileges and rights by force of arms.

Now the remarkable thing here is that it is not Hiawatha who passes through death and emerges reborn, as might be expected, but the god. It is not man who is transformed into a god, but the god who undergoes transformation in and through man. It is as though he had been asleep in the “mother,” i.e., in Hiawatha’s unconscious, and had then been roused and fought with so that he should not overpower his host, but should, on the contrary, himself experience death and rebirth, and reappear in the corn in a new form beneficial to mankind. Consequently he appears at first in hostile form, as an assailant with whom the hero has to wrestle. This is in keeping with the violence of all unconscious dynamism. In this manner the god manifests himself and in this form he must be overcome. The struggle has its parallel in Jacob’s wrestling with the angel at the ford Jabbok. The onslaught of instinct then becomes an experience of divinity, provided that man does not succumb to it and follow it blindly, but defends his humanity against the animal nature of the divine power. It is “a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God,” and “whoso is near unto me, is near unto the fire, and whoso is far from me, is far from the kingdom”; for “the Lord is a consuming fire,” the Messiah is “the Lion of the tribe of Judah”:

9A writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, after he had been sick and had recovered from his sickness: 10 I said,  x In the middle [4] of my days I must depart; I am consigned to the gates of Sheol for the rest of my years. 11 I said, I shall not see the LORD, the LORD  y in the land of the living; I shall look on man no more among the inhabitants of the world. 12 My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me z like a shepherd’s tent; a like a weaver b I have rolled up my life;  c he cuts me off from the loom;  d from day to night you bring me to an end; 13 e I calmed myself [5] until morning; like a lion  f he breaks all my bones; from day to night you bring me to an end. 14 Like  g a swallow or a crane I chirp; h I moan like a dove.  i My eyes are weary with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed;  j be my pledge of safety! 15 What shall I say? For he has spoken to me, and he himself has done it.  k I walk slowly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul. 16  l O Lord, by these things men live, and in all these is the life of my spirit. Oh restore me to health and make me live! 17  m Behold, it was for my welfare that I had great bitterness;  n but in love you have delivered my life from the pit of destruction,  n for you have cast all my sins behind your back. 18  o For Sheol does not thank you; death does not praise you; those who go down to the pit do not hope for your faithfulness. 19 The living, the living, he thanks you, as I do this day;  p the father makes known to the children your faithfulness. 20 The LORD will save me, and we will play my music on stringed instruments all the days of our lives,  q at the house of the LORD.

His first coming He was wrapped in swadding clothes. In His second coming He will be clothed royally in a robe dipped in blood. common people. In His second coming He will be accompanied by the massive armies of heaven. In His first coming the door of the inn was closed to Him. In His second coming the door of the heavens will be opened to Him. In His first coming His voice was the tiny cry of a baby. In His second coming His voice will thunder as the sound of many waters. In His first coming, He was the lamp of God who came bringing salvation. In His second coming, He will be the Lion of the tribe of Judah who comes bringing

The lion became the symbol of the Israelite tribe of Judah.

Daniel’s early life demonstrates that there is more to being young than making mistakes. No characteristic wins the hearts of adults more quickly than wisdom in the words and actions of a young person. Daniel and his friends had been taken from their homes in Judah and exiled. Their futures were in doubt, but they all had personal traits that qualified them for jobs as servants in the king’s palace. They took advantage of the opportunity without letting the opportunity take advantage of them. • Our first hint of Daniel’s greatness comes in his quiet refusal to give up his convictions. He had applied God’s will to his own life, and he resisted changing the good habits he had formed. Both his physical and spiritual diets were an important part of his relationship with God. He ate carefully and lived prayerfully. One of the benefits of being in training for royal service was eating food from the king’s table. Daniel tactfully chose a simpler menu that wouldn’t compromise his observance of God’s law. • While Daniel carefully limited his food options, he generously indulged in prayer. He was able to communicate with God because he made it a habit. He put into practice his convictions, even when that meant being thrown into a den of hungry lions. His life proved he made the right choice. • Do you hold so strongly to your faith in God that no matter what happens you will do what God says? Such conviction keeps you a step ahead of temptation; such conviction gives you wisdom and stability in changing circumstances. Prayerfully live out your convictions in everyday life and trust God for the results.

I am the autonomous of God Almighty. Overseer to all nations and continents, speaking the will and purpose of God Almighty for a people, a country and a world, in the powerful power of the Holy Spirit of a Sovereign God. I am global Stellah Mupanduki of Jesus Christ, for the salvation, stability and peace of all nations, in the Word of God, for justice and peace...Ndiri weMusiki. Vessel of God’s Glory and Honour.

The 12 tribes of Israel were the family groups descended from the biblical patriarch Jacob. The tribes are important because God worked through the tribes to fulfill his purposes—especially his purpose of bringing from the tribe of Judah, Jesus the Savior, the Lion of Judah.

Your greatness is in the value of your sacrifice. It is the sacrifice of the lamb that produced the lion of Judah

And there have been plenty of lamb-Christians. Yes, they think, Jesus may have been ‘the lion of Judah’, but that’s a political idea which we should reject because salvation consists in having our sins wiped away so that we can get out of this compromised world and go off to heaven instead. No, replies John; gaze at the lamb, but remember that it is the lion’s victory that he has won.

The Branch From Jesse 11 A shoot will come up from the stump of Jesse; from his roots a Branch will bear fruit. 2 The Spirit of the Lord will rest on him— the Spirit of wisdom and of understanding, the Spirit of counsel and of might, the Spirit of the knowledge and fear of the Lord— 3 and he will delight in the fear of the Lord. He will not judge by what he sees with his eyes, or decide by what he hears with his ears; 4 but with righteousness he will judge the needy, with justice he will give decisions for the poor of the earth. He will strike the earth with the rod of his mouth; with the breath of his lips he will slay the wicked. 5 Righteousness will be his belt and faithfulness the sash around his waist. 6 The wolf will live with the lamb, the leopard will lie down with the goat, the calf and the lion and the yearling[f] together; and a little child will lead them. 7 The cow will feed with the bear, their young will lie down together, and the lion will eat straw like the ox. 8 The infant will play near the cobra’s den, and the young child will put its hand into the viper’s nest. 9 They will neither harm nor destroy on all my holy mountain, for the earth will be filled with the knowledge of the Lord as the waters cover the sea. 10 In that day the Root of Jesse will stand as a banner for the peoples; the nations will rally to him, and his resting place will be glorious. 11 In that day the Lord will reach out his hand a second time to reclaim the surviving remnant of his people from Assyria, from Lower Egypt, from Upper Egypt, from Cush,[g] from Elam, from Babylonia,[h] from Hamath and from the islands of the Mediterranean. 12 He will raise a banner for the nations and gather the exiles of Israel; he will assemble the scattered people of Judah from the four quarters of the earth. 13 Ephraim’s jealousy will vanish, and Judah’s enemies[i] will be destroyed; Ephraim will not be jealous of Judah, nor Judah hostile toward Ephraim. 14 They will swoop down on the slopes of Philistia to the west; together they will plunder the people to the east. They will subdue Edom and Moab, and the Ammonites will be subject to them. 15 The Lord will dry up the gulf of the Egyptian sea; with a scorching wind he will sweep his hand over the Euphrates River. He will break it up into seven streams so that anyone can cross over in sandals. 16 There will be a highway for the remnant of his people that is left from Assyria, as there was for Israel when they came up from Egypt. Songs of Praise 12 In that day you will say: “I will praise you, Lord. Although you were angry with me, your anger has turned away and you have comforted me. 2 Surely God is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid. The Lord, the Lord himself, is my strength and my defense[j]; he has become my salvation.” 3 With joy you will draw water from the wells of salvation. 4 In that day you will say: “Give praise to the Lord, proclaim his name; make known among the nations what he has done, and proclaim that his name is exalted. 5 Sing to the Lord, for he has done glorious things; let this be known to all the world. 6 Shout aloud and sing for joy, people of Zion, for great is the Holy One of Israel among you.

If we let the Lion of Judah run loose as Lord of our lives, He will not want us to be poor, broken or sad. Yet He may allow it, knowing that in these conditions we are more likely to let Him make us rich, whole and happy.

The Hindu heritage did not plagiarize the Semites (as the Jew did) and kept authentically its recount of the theological history where we see the avatar of Vishnu, Narasimha (aka, the Lion of Judah), raging to restore Dharma (i.e. the Giza Balance).

Another form we see for Narasimha (aka, the Lion of Judah) is a two-headed bird called Gandaberunda; the very same heritage of the brethren of the Jew, the Freemasons.

YOU HAVE KILLED YOU HAVE STOLEN YOU HAVE DESTROYED. DEVOURER OF LIVES DEVOURER OF SOULS YOU ARE DEFEATED! ROAR O LION OF JUDAH PROCLAIM YOUR VICTORY! CHILDREN OF ADAM BEHOLD... BEHOLD THY SALVATION. FOR GREAT IS THE DAY OF THE LORD. TURN AND FOLLOW THE CHILD AS LION LIES WITH LAMB. O SWORD BE A PLOUGH O SPEAR BE A PRUNING HOOK "EDUCATORS" SILENCE! WE SHALL LEARN WAR NO MORE.

God will reveal what He will do. Christ is the Lion of Judah in Revelation 5:5 and “The Lord shall roar…the earth shall shake,” Joel 3:16. This is about a huge earthquake that initiates the end-time day of the Lord’ in Joel 2:10,11; also in 1Thessalonians 5:2,3. The timing of this calamity seems likely at Passover, but in the 2nd spring month, according to 9-11--the law in Numbers 9:10,11-- “If any man be unclean by reason of a dead body…” he shall keep Passover the 14th day of the 2nd [spring] month.” Numbers 9:10,11.

Anything He Speaks Into Is Not The Same Anymore Anything He Touches Is Not The Same Anymore Any place He Steps Is Not The Same Anymore Creation Stands Still In Worship In Precision Daily to The Creator The Prince Of Peace, Lion of Judah, Root Of David - The Holy Lamb Of God

Jehovah is your name, the God of all creation, the God of protection, the God of provision, the God of healing and the horn of our salvation.You did it again Lion of Judah and I can’t thank you enough for your grace and mercy that carried us through the brutality of the year 2021. I ask you King of glory to continue to rule and reign in my life. Once again thank you ABBA Father for your unconditional love and thank you for this new year of 2022. Happy New Year everyone.

Everything He speaks into are never the same again. Everything He touches are never the same again. Every place He walks on are never the same again. The Prince of Peace, Lion of Judah, Root of David

it is crucial that we recognize the contrast between what he [John] hears (5:5) and what he sees (5:6). He hears that ‘the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, had conquered’. The two messianic titles evoke a strong militaristic and nationalistic image of the Messiah of David as conqueror of the nations, destroying the enemies of God’s people . . . . But this image is reinterpreted by what John sees: the Lamb whose sacrificial death (5:6) has redeemed people from all nations (5:9–10). By juxtaposing the two contrasting images, John has forged a new symbol of conquest by sacrificial death.14

Christ appeared … as both a lion and a lamb. He appeared as a lamb in the hands of his cruel enemies; as a lamb in the paws, and between the devouring jaws, of a roaring lion; yea, he was a lamb actually slain by this lion: and yet at the same time, as the Lion of the tribe of Judah, he conquers and triumphs over Satan, destroying his own devourer.

Thus Christ appeared at the same time, and in the same act, as both a lion and a lamb. He appeared as a lamb in the hands of his cruel enemies; as a lamb in the paws, and between the devouring jaws of a roaring lion; yea, he was a lamb actually slain by this lion: and yet at the same time, as “the Lion of the tribe of Judah,” he conquers and triumphs over Satan, destroying his own devourer; as Samson did the lion that roared upon him, when he rent him as he would a kid. And in nothing has Christ appeared so much as a lion, in glorious strength destroying his enemies, as when he was brought as a lamb to the slaughter: in his greatest weakness, he was most strong; and when he suffered most from his enemies, he brought the greatest confusion on his enemies. Thus this admirable conjunction of diverse excellencies was manifest in Christ, in his offering up himself to God in his last sufferings.

though he is a Lamb, he has wrath in him, and when the great day of his wrath comes in any form on earth, there is no standing before him; and how much less when he shall appear as the Lion of the tribe of Judah, and shall be revealed from heaven in flaming fire; then kings and freemen will call to the rocks to fall upon them, and hide them from him;

I love the way Dorothy Sayers described the wild side of His personality. To do them justice, the people who crucified Jesus did not do so because he was a bore. Quite the contrary; he was too dynamic to be safe. It has been left for later generations to muffle up that shattering personality and surround Him with an atmosphere of tedium. We have declawed the lion of Judah and made Him a housecat for pale priests and pious old ladies.9

exilic prophet Daniel, had followed the final sign in the heavens that pointed to the birth of Messiah. It was written that when the constellation Virgo was on the horizon, clothed with the sun and the moon under her feet, with twelve stars above her head, she would give birth to a divine king. This was because the king planet Jupiter aligned in conjunction with the king star Regulus over her head creating a bright star. The Magi observed that sign in the year 750 AUC, seven hundred and fifty years from the founding of the city of Rome. The star Regulus is in the constellation of Leo the Lion. The Magi were taught by their Hebrew prophet that this King of the Jews would be called the Lion of the tribe of Judah. And they were taught he would come from the small town of Bethlehem in Judea. Unfortunately, the second part of the sign was the constellation of Hydra, the red dragon, whose tail was just under Virgo’s feet and entailed a third of the horizon line called the elliptic. This prefigured the Serpent and his fallen ones seeking to devour the Messiah at birth.

Judah is a lion’s cub; he crouched as a lion and as a lioness; The scepter shall not depart from Judah, nor the ruler’s staff from between his feet, until Shiloh comes. And to him shall be the obedience of the peoples.” And then Sheshai said, “Lion and scepter. The kingly seed we seek is the line of Judah within Israel.” Talmai said, “One out of twelve tribes. But that is still not as specific as we require.

And the faithful were not the only ones privy to the prophecy. Even from the earliest of ages, the heavenly principalities and powers used the Seed of the Serpent to hunt down the Chosen Ones in each generation to try to kill them. Enoch, Noah, Abraham and others were protected by Yahweh from this murderous plan. The oracles of the pagan diviner Balaam and others foretold a divine star coming from the line of Jacob, a kingly scepter from Israel, a lion from Judah who would crush the skulls of the enemy and dispossess his inheritance.

To love Christ is to deal with the incongruity of One who is hailed as the Lion of Judah but who appears as a slain Lamb.

Caleb watched Ardon leave. Then he turned and walked back toward his tent. He studied the people as he walked through the camp, especially the men. I wonder if this new generation will be any more faithful to God than the ones who died in the wilderness. He was not the man of prayer Joshua was. Still, he had faith in God like a rock. “God,” he said, “we’re going to need you. We can’t do it alone, so be our helper in this battle that’s shaping up.

Ardon was greeted by several of the members of the tribe of Dan. They were an unruly, quarrelsome group, and Ardon remembered the prophecy that Jacob, the grandson of Abraham, had given on his deathbed. He had identified the nature of each of his sons, and of Dan he had said, “Dan will be a serpent by the roadside, a viper along the path, that bites the horse’s heels so that its rider tumbles backward.” A grim smile touched Ardon’s broad lips. “Old Jacob got it right that time. Dan has some good soldiers, but they are not to be trusted.

Rounding a corner, she climbed a long set of stone steps that led to the wall of Jericho. She hurried along and, as always, thought of the immense labor that had gone into the wall. It circled the whole city and was built with a solid stone base topped with sturdy mud bricks. At its widest point it was some thirty feet wide, and according to all wisdom, no enemy could ever break down such a wall! The outer side protected the city from surrounding enemies, such as the Hittites. On its inner side, the wall of Jericho served as a dwelling place for many. Houses were built along the wall in many places, and there were scattered shops and stalls.

Near the middle of the row, she stepped through the door of a two-room house. Most of the living, cooking, and eating was done in the first room. There were several rough stools and a rough-plank table. The other room was primarily for sleeping. At one end of the living area, a window gave access to the outside. One could stand by the window and see the sharp stones and rocks at the foot of the wall far below. In the far distance, one could see mountains forming a cordon around the whole area. As she called out “I’m home

They killed us as if we were sheep. It was all the doing of their god.” “What’s their god’s name?” Rahab asked eagerly. “They call him different names. Most of the time it’s Jehovah. Sometimes simply the Holy One.” “What does their god look like?” Kadir asked, leaning forward, his eyes bright with interest. “Nobody knows. That’s what’s frightening. We know all of our gods, for they’re made out of stone or clay, but their god doesn’t have any form.” Kadir shook his head. “I’ve never heard of a god without form. How do they know who he is, then?” “Oh, I don’t know anything about that. All I know is he’s the strongest god I ever saw. I ran away when I saw everybody was going to get killed. I went back home, but the Israelites got there before I arrived. My family were all dead, and everything was burned or destroyed or carried off. Even the king was killed.

Why, of course. We’re friends, aren’t we? I’ll tell you what. You put up some security. I’ll be glad to take that if you lose.” Makon tried to think clearly, but his mind was cloudy. “I don’t have anything. I don’t own any land and I don’t even own the house I live in. You know that, Shalmanezer.” “Well …” Shalmanezer shrugged his shoulders and smiled. “You have a family.” “I have. What about it?” “You could put them up for security.” “What are you talking about?” “Why, people are worth a great deal for slaves, don’t you know.” “Are you crazy?” Makon shouted, his eyes inflamed. “I wouldn’t let my family become slaves.” “Of course you wouldn’t,” Joar said smoothly. “But you’re almost sure to win. I can see the way you peered into that box. If you do, you’re set for life. You’ll never have to work another day.

Makon stared at the five red stones, then let out an agonizing cry of grief and ran from the room. Shalmanezer laughed and was joined by the other two. “The fool! He’ll probably kill himself, and I’ll be out one slave.” “You don’t need him. You have the girl. That’s all you wanted.” “True enough,” Shalmanezer said. He picked up one of the red stones and smiled fondly at it. “Men are fools,” he said. “That old man had nothing, and now he has even less.

myself need all the mercy I can get. A man in my trade can’t expect much,” Shalmanezer said. He got up and came over to her and ran his hands across her face and down her body in the manner of a man inspecting a new horse he had just bought. “I’m prepared to be merciful. Of course I would expect something in return. After all, I must have a little consideration.” Rahab stood motionless, although she inwardly recoiled at the touch of his hands. “What do you want, master?” “You work here, Rahab, in my house, and all the rest of your family will go free.

At that instant Rahab knew she had absolutely no choice. She had thought about her poor crippled brother-in-law being enslaved to a cruel master. She thought of her beautiful sister Zayna, only twelve, being sold to a brutal man who would abuse her. And Oman—what would happen to him and to her sister Romar? Strangely enough she did not think about what would happen to her father. “I will have to do it, sir,” she said. She held her head high, and although her face was colorless, there was a pride in her that even this could not extinguish. “Fine, fine. You may not like this, Rahab, but your family won’t suffer.

Shalmanezer will try you out tonight. He always does. Do the best you can—that way you can make a better deal.” “That’s enough,” Lamile said. “Let’s see about your clothes now.” “I have to go home and tell my family what’s happened.” “Of course. When you come back, I’ll have everything ready for you.” Lamile watched the young woman leave, and once again the strange sense of pity she had thought dead long ago stirred within her. “I can’t be feeling sorry for her. We’ve all got our problems,” she muttered, then turned to her affairs.

You will all be free. You won’t be slaves,” she said. Cries went up from the entire family, but Kadir, who had more discernment than the others, was watching Rahab. “What about you, Rahab?” “I will be a …” She tried to say the word, but it was hard. “I will have to remain in Shalmanezer’s house.” “In a brothel?” Romar cried out. “You can’t do that!” “I have to—otherwise, all of us will be slaves.” Romar turned to her father and slapped him across the face with all her might. The blow drove him backward, and he stumbled. She came to stand over him and when he tried to get up, she struck him again. “This is all your doing, you old fool!” she screamed. “I don’t ever want to hear another word from you as long as I live. You sold your own daughter into harlotry!

Is there no other way, my sister?” “There’s no other way.” Rahab knew she could not stand to be at home any longer. She went over and kissed Oman, holding on to him tightly, and then embraced Zayna. The two clung to her. They were both weeping, although Oman did not understand what was happening. She hugged her older sister, who clung to her, and then hugged her brother-in-law. “You will see me again. I will see to it that you have no wants.” She whirled and left the house, and when she stepped outside, the night was dark, but not as dark as her heart.

Below him he saw the Israelite camp surrounding the tabernacle, which was itself surrounded by a wall of cloth held up by many pillars. The brazen altar was sending up a column of white smoke, almost like a pillar in the windless air, and between the altar and the tabernacle was the brass laver in which the priests washed their hands and bodies to purify themselves. Joshua’s eyes shifted then to the surrounding tents, and a smile of satisfaction spread across his face. They were camped exactly as God had instructed them from the very beginning. The twelve tribes were each divided into three smaller tribes, and within those divisions they were further separated. God had chosen to keep the identity of the tribes pure.

Joshua’s eyes went to the north, where the tribes of Dan, Asher, and Naphtali were set in order. To the south, the tribes of Reuben, Simeon, and Gad flanked the tabernacle. On the east stood the tribes of Judah, Issachar, and Zebulun, and to the west were Ephraim, Manasseh, and Benjamin. Joshua took pleasure in the order of the encampment, but then he lifted his eyes toward Canaan on the far side of the Jordan River and a cloud crossed his face. He was not a man of fear but of faith. Still, the commandment to conquer a land filled with strong kings, some of them within walled cities, was daunting. “God will do it,” Joshua said loudly.

Jehovah will be with us,” he said. “He’ll have to be,” Joshua said grimly. He gazed down again at the camp. “Does it seem strange to you that we are the oldest ones who will enter the Promised Land?” “Yes, I suppose it does. But God commanded that the old generation would have to die off in the wilderness. Only those who were twenty or younger when we came over the Red Sea are left now.” “Except for you and me. We’re the old men.” “I’m as strong as I was when I was twenty, and so are you.” “Well, you don’t lack confidence.” Joshua dropped his face and studied the ground for a long moment, then said, “I miss those who are gone.” “So do I, but I love the new Israel. The men are strong and lean. They’re ready for a battle. It’s not like it was when you and I first brought back the news of the land that is to become ours.

I was just thinking about that. We could have already been there for the last forty years if it hadn’t been for the unbelief of the people.” “Well, that’s all done,” Caleb said with a shrug. “Now what?” “When Moses leaves, we’ll cross over the Jordan, and that’s when the battle will begin.” “I’m ready for it!” Caleb replied. “We’ll go forward in the power of God and watch Him give us the victory.” The two old men stood for a moment, bound by their past history, trusting and loving each other as only warriors who have been in battle together can. Then they turned and walked slowly back down the trail that led to the camp.

Moses’ hand trembled as he wrote the words. …if you do not obey the Lord your God and do not carefully follow all his commands and decrees I am giving you today, all these curses will come upon you and overtake you…. The Lord will cause you to be defeated before your enemies. You will come at them from one direction but flee from them in seven, and you will become a thing of horror to all the kingdoms on earth…. At midday you will grope about like a blind man in the dark. You will be unsuccessful in everything you do; day after day you will be oppressed and robbed, with no one to rescue you.

His whole body was drenched in sweat. He lifted his hands in agony. “I can do no more! I cannot bear the thought of Israel being ground under the feet of God!” Moses wept and then after a long time he prayed, “God, give me some hope that I may give it to your people.” For a long time it was silent. Then God spoke again. Moses picked up his stylus and began to write to the people. For you are a people holy to the Lord your God. Out of all the peoples on the face of the earth, the Lord has chosen you to be his treasured possession.

Moses continued writing under the direction of God, but finally he rose up and put away the writing equipment, the ink and the stylus, and the parchment. He put the parchment with others upon which he had let the ink dry, and now he gathered them all together, holding them with trembling hands. These were the records God had given him. Even going back to the story of Adam and Eve and tracing the history of God’s dealing with men. This holy book that Moses had written with his own hand would perish, but he had trained the scribes of Israel to make copies of his work and to take monumental efforts to keep the text exactly as God had given it to Moses himself.

Joshua cried out, “Moses, my master, my teacher, I cannot bear the thought!” “Every man serves God in his own generation. As our father Abraham did and our father Isaac and our father Jacob, so I have tried to serve the great and almighty Jehovah. Now, know of the special love I have had for you two.” For a long time Moses stayed with the two men, encouraging them, until he stopped and said, “I must go.” “Let me go with you, master,” Joshua cried. “You are the new leader of Israel. One day you will join me, but now it is time for me to go meet with my God.

Joshua was trembling, for he knew what lay before him, and he wanted to cry out and run after the man who had been his master for so many years. But he knew he must not. At last the figure disappeared in the distance so that even the keenest-eyed Israelite could not see him. And then Joshua turned to Caleb, tears streaming down his face. “Never again,” he whispered, “will we see a man like Moses!

I know so little about God, sir. I’m so ignorant.” “You have a hungry heart, Rahab, and that’s all that God requires. I’m very proud of the progress you’ve made.” “Moses left so many laws. I’ll never learn them all.” “Oh, yes you will, because you’re eager to learn. True, there are many laws. Laws about what we can eat. Laws about the family. God is protecting us by giving us these laws. So you must be patient and study and ask God to help you.” “I will do that, sir, and I thank you for your help.

Were you ever married, Rahab?” “No. I never was.” “Likely you will be someday. Men are drawn to your beauty now, but as you grow to know more about the ways of God, they will be drawn to the inner woman.” “I hope so, sir, but I don’t think I’ll ever marry. Men could never forget what I was.” “A good man could forget. We’re all flawed vessels. Every one of us. We have to learn to forgive each other.” The two spoke for a while, and after Rahab left, Phinehas went to find Ardon. When he did, he said, “I wanted to give you a report on Rahab. She’s doing very well. She has a good heart.

You think that about everyone, Phinehas.” “I wish I could, but I’m afraid I don’t.” He hesitated, then went on, “Why are you so hard on her, Ardon?” “You know what she is.” “No. I know what she was. You’ve got to understand people better.” “I understand well enough what a harlot is.” “If you hate everybody who has ever sinned, you’re going to have a narrow circle of friends,” Phinehas said wryly. “I don’t understand you, Phinehas. You’re too easy.” “God is merciful. We know that. You remember what He told Moses on the mount? How He was a God full of mercy and that He was tenderhearted?

But Moses could be hard too. And God can be hard.” “Oh yes. God is good and just. He chastises us as we would chastise a child, for our own good.” Ardon listened, but it was clear to Phinehas that he had shut his heart. “One of these days,” he said, “you’re going to grow up. Until you do, you’re just a spoiled boy.” Ardon was angry at his friend’s words, but he did not argue, for he respected Phinehas, as did everyone.

Rahab exclaimed, “That’s exactly what I said! The people in Jericho, they go to the temples to ask for things. Always asking! But I always wanted to know what the god or goddess was like.” “Well, Jehovah is hard to understand. For one thing, nobody’s ever seen Him.” “Nobody? Not even Abraham?” “Not even Moses, really. Moses was our leader who led us out of Egypt. You may have heard about him.” “Yes. Everyone knows about Moses. Did you know him?” “Yes, of course. He only died a short time ago. He was a hundred twenty years old, but he was as strong as if he were a young man.

She asked me if she could become a woman of Israel.” “And what did you tell her?” “Why, I told her no, of course.” Ardon was surprised at the question. “You know that an idolater and a stranger cannot be a part of Israel.” “You know our history better than that. Moses was married to an Ethiopian woman. She wasn’t born a Hebrew. There are others too. You remember how Moses used to say that the strangers and foreigners could join us if they wanted to worship Jehovah.” Indeed, Ardon did know this, but he had shut it out of his mind. He never understood that and was resentful of strangers who were admitted into the fellowship of the nation of Israel. “But in any case,” he said, “she’s a prostitute, so that bars her.

The soldiers are searching every house. They’ll probably look on the roof too.” “What’ll we do?” Othniel asked quickly. “There’s only one place. Get over here. I’ll cover you up with these sheaves.” The roof was the only place that the family had to store anything, and a great many bundles of flax were there that Kadir used to make into twine. Ardon grasped his sword and held it, his face tense. “We’ll have to fight.” “We wouldn’t have a chance,” Othniel said. “Come on. Get here in the corner.” Rahab saw the resistance in Ardon, and she shook her head. “There are many of them. Quick, I’ll hide you.” Ardon shrugged. “All right, we’ll try it,” he murmured. The two men sat down, and Rahab began to cover them with the flax.

Rahab began to speak. Her voice was quiet but full of insistence. “I know that the Lord has given this land to you and that a great fear of you has fallen on us, so that all who live in this country are melting in fear because of you. We’ve heard how the Lord dried up the waters of the Red Sea for you…and what you did to Sihon and Og, the two kings of the Amorites whom you completely destroyed. When we heard of it our hearts melted…for the Lord your God is God in heaven above and on the earth below.” “You are right,” Ardon said, astonished by the fervency in her voice.

Now then,” Rahab said, “please swear to me by the Lord that you will show kindness to my family, because I have shown kindness to you. Give me a sure sign that you will spare the lives of my family…and that you will save us from death.” Othniel did not think that Ardon would speak, but he did. “Our lives for your lives if you don’t tell what we are doing,” Ardon said. “We will treat you kindly and faithfully when the Lord gives us the land.

Rahab took a deep breath. “You will never get through the gate. Too many soldiers.” “We’ll have to try,” Ardon said. “No. Wait. I have something.” She opened a basket she had brought with her and drew something out.” “What’s that?” Othniel said. “Why, it’s a rope. I never saw one like it,” Ardon said. “It’s red, isn’t it? It’s hard to tell in this light.” “I made it out of spare material from a place where I once worked at a weaver’s shop.

You were a weaver?” Rahab hesitated. She wanted desperately to tell them her story but did not. “It’s long enough to reach the ground. We can tie it here, and you can climb down it after it gets dark.” “We’ll go as soon as it’s completely dark,” Ardon said. “This is a fine rope. It’ll hold our weight without any trouble.” The three waited, and finally Ardon said, “We’ll go now. There’s not much moonlight.” “Go to the mountains,” Rahab said. “Hide yourself there for three days.

Othniel felt a warmth in his heart. “After we’re gone, pull this rope up. When we come into this land again, it will be as soldiers in a battle, but don’t worry, Rahab. When the battle starts, get the rope out again and hang it down from this window. I’ll tell Joshua that where we see the scarlet rope lives a friend to Israel.” “That’s a good idea, Othniel,” Ardon said. “And, Rahab, do not go out of the house when the battle starts. You must stay inside or men will strike you down. I swear to you that we will save your lives.” “You mean,” Rahab whispered, “like a covenant?” “Yes. We have a covenant.” Rahab bowed to them. “According to your words, so be it.

You try it first, Othniel.” Othniel grinned. “So if I break my neck, you won’t have to worry about me.” He turned then and suddenly put out his hand. Rahab, surprised, took it and he said warmly, “I’ll never forget you or your family, Rahab. Don’t worry. Jehovah’s going to take care of you.” He quickly shinnied down the rope and disappeared into the darkness. “It will be hard for you with your wounded arm.” “I’ll be all right.” “Good-bye, then, and may the God of Israel keep you safe.

You have my thanks, Rahab, and you will have the thanks of my father and of Joshua, our commander. Remember to stay in the house when the battle starts. I will come for you.” “It’s a covenant, then. I will wait for you, Ardon.” He nodded and awkwardly made his way over the edge. It was difficult with his arm, but he was much stronger now. He lowered himself most of the way, but finally his grasp failed, and he fell a few feet, landed on the ground, and rolled over. “You should have used the rope,” Othniel teased, helping him up.

Joshua and Caleb listened silently as the two men outlined what they had found on their journey. Finally Ardon said, “Man for man we can beat them. They’re better trained than we are and our weapons aren’t quite as good, but they’re frightened to death of us.” “How do you know that?” “A woman named Rahab told us,” Othniel said. “They’ve heard about what God has done for us, and how we’ve destroyed our enemies.” “It’ll be different this time, though, master,” Ardon said. “That wall is unbelievable. It must have taken hundreds of years to build it. It’s broad enough to drive two chariots around side by side. Why, there are, as we said, houses on it.

Joshua saw the disbelief on the face of Ardon. “I don’t know how God will do it, but He’s bigger than any wall.” “Tell us more about this woman and her family,” Caleb said. “Well …” Ardon began uncertainly, “she’s not a good woman. She’s a prostitute, as a matter of fact.” “Why did she save your life? Tell us that again,” Joshua said. He listened as Ardon spoke of Rahab’s fascination with the God of Israel. “She asked me once if she could ever become a woman of Israel, and I told her no, of course.” “Why’d you tell her that?” Joshua demanded. “My master Moses always said there would be no difference between a Hebrew and a stranger if their hearts were right.

told him that,” Othniel interrupted. “She’s a good woman deep inside. I don’t know what path brought her to what she is now, but she saved our lives.” Joshua listened as Othniel spoke warmly of Rahab; then he nodded, “You have given your word and it shall be kept. When the battle comes, you two will be responsible for bringing this woman Rahab and her family out safely.” “Yes, master.” Othniel nodded eagerly. “We’ll do it.” Joshua turned and clapped his old friend Caleb on the shoulder. “And now at last we cross the Jordan.

That’s amusing.” Ardon was offended. “Why is it amusing?” “Because you’re so pure and stainless you’d cross the street to keep from walking close to one of those women, and now God chooses one of them to save your life.” “I don’t think of it like that. As a matter of fact, maybe we made a mistake. I felt we were doing wrong just by being in her house.” “From what you said there wasn’t any other choice.” “I should have found a better way.” Ariel shook her head. “You’re a stubborn man, brother. One of these days you’re going to have to learn how to change your mind. Well, I can get a better story from Othniel than from you.

Ariel laughed. Othniel had often thrown this up to her and she had never believed a word of it. “Get away with you, now. I don’t want to hear any more of your stories. But if you do bring the woman back, I want to thank her.” Othniel started to leave, but first turned to say, “Tomorrow we’re crossing the Jordan. That’ll be something to see. It took us forty years to get from Egypt to this point. Should have taken no more than a month at the most.” “What’ll happen when we cross the Jordan?” “We’ll be in the land of milk and honey. That’s what Moses always called it. I could use a little milk and honey.

Joshua had prepared the priests by telling them to sanctify themselves, and now the morning had come. The Lord had awakened Joshua early and given him a message. “Today I will begin to exalt you in the eyes of all Israel, so they may know that I am with you as I was with Moses.” He had also given careful instructions about the crossing of the Jordan, and now the sun shone brightly down on all the people, who had gathered themselves together, every man, woman, child, and young person.

And Joshua had stood on a high rock and cried out loudly, “This is how you will know that the living God is among you, and that He will certainly drive out before you the inhabitants of the land. See, the ark of the covenant of the Lord of all the earth will go into the Jordan ahead of you.” Then Joshua commanded that twelve men be chosen, one from each tribe of Israel, and that as the priests bore the ark into the water, the Jordan would be cut off. “As He dried up the Red Sea, so will He dry up the Jordan.

And so it was on that day. As the people prepared to pass over the Jordan, the priests bearing the ark of the covenant moved forward. As their feet touched the water of the Jordan, the waters that ran from upstream began to pile up. It was as though a huge dam had been built and the waters could go no farther. The people grew silent, and Caleb, who stood beside Joshua, said, “It reminds me of when God made a path through the Red Sea.” “That was a miracle in its day, but this is a miracle for us now.

And so the people watched until the bed of the Jordan was dry and they were all able to pass over. It took a long time for all of them to cross with their flocks and herds. About forty thousand men armed for battle also crossed over to the plains of Jericho. Finally, when everyone was on the far side, Joshua said to the twelve men he had selected from each tribe, “Go into the Jordan where the priests are standing and each take up a stone.” He waited until the twelve men had brought out their stones, and he commanded them to take them to where they set up their camp, piling them up for a memorial to what God had done for them this day at the Jordan River.

Then he stood and cried out with a ringing voice, “In the future, when your children ask you, ‘What do these stones mean?’ tell them that the flow of the Jordan was cut off before the ark of the covenant of the Lord. When it crossed the Jordan, the waters of the Jordan were cut off. These stones are to be a memorial to the people of Israel forever.” When Joshua stopped speaking, a mighty cry of victory went up from Israel. Othniel was standing beside his friend Achan. “If God can dry up the waters of the Red Sea and the Jordan River, then He can do something about the walls of Jericho too, I expect.

What do you mean they dried up the river? It’s still there, isn’t it?” “It’s still there, but our spies reported what happened. We’ve been keeping track of them. The whole nation gathered on the far side of the Jordan, and then their priests headed for the river. It was a flood tide. It’s the time of year, sire.” “I know what time of year it is! What happened?” “As their priests’ feet came to the water, the river…well, it backed up. It was like an invisible dam was built upstream, and it held the waters back until all the people were across. Then, I suppose, their magicians took the spell off so the waters came rushing back into the river’s channel.” “The spies were drunk!” “No, they were reliable, King Jokab. They all agreed on what happened. Sire, these are mighty men, and more than that, they have a powerful god. I’m not a diplomat, but let me counsel you. Make peace with these people.

Peace with them! You know what they’d do? They would take my crown, they’d cut off your head, they would take over the city of Jericho.” “They may do that anyway, sire.” “Get out—get out—get out!” King Jokab screamed. “You’re the commander in chief of my armies. I want every man given a sword. Every man or boy who can walk. We have the strongest city in the world. No army can breach our walls. Now, do your job, Zanoah, or I’ll have your head for it.” Zanoah stared at the king, then nodded and started to speak, but seeing the insane rage on King Jokab’s face, he shrugged his burly shoulders, turned,

What’s the matter?” “I think you know.” “You mean the matter of circumcising all the males?” “I know you thought it was the right thing to do, but if anybody would’ve attacked us, we’d have been annihilated.” The expression on Caleb’s face was gloomy, but it brightened as he said, “I know the Lord told you to do it.” “That’s right. He told me that the old generation of men that had been circumcised, the ones who came out of Egypt, were dead. But those born in the wilderness had not been circumcised. The Lord said it was something we had to do. It’s the mark, Caleb, that identifies us as Hebrews and the servants of the most high God.

Joshua moved his shoulders restlessly. He changed the subject by saying, “We’ve got to do something about food now that the manna has ceased.” Caleb’s eyebrows went up and he shook his head in a gesture of astonishment. “That was a great miracle, the manna. It came from the hand of God when our people needed it, but now that we’ve crossed the Jordan and we’re in the land that God promised our fathers, it has just stopped. The people are wondering about that too.” “They’ve taken God for granted,” Joshua said shortly. “Now they’ll have to plant seed and harvest grain to make their bread.

He had come to a slight rise when suddenly he looked up and there stood a man, a stranger, with his sword drawn. In a flash Joshua drew his own sword. His first thought was that the man was a spy from Jericho. As he approached, he studied the man’s features and saw strength and fearlessness. If they’re all like this, he thought, we’re in trouble. Aloud he said, “Are you for us or for our enemies?” The stranger was tall and well built and wore a simple garment with a belt about his waist. His eyes were clear, and Joshua could not make out the color.

When he spoke, the voice was quiet and yet struck Joshua with a force almost like the blow from a sword. “As the commander of the army of the Lord I have now come.” Instantly Joshua knew he was standing in the presence of one of the servants of the most high God, an angel, perhaps, and a high-ranking one at that! Dropping his sword, Joshua fell on his face and struggled to speak, for great fear had come over him. “What message does my Lord have for His servant?” “Take off your sandals, for the place where you are standing is holy.” The man waited until Joshua had taken off his sandals and then began to speak,

Joshua did not raise his head as he listened to the word of the Lord. “See, I have delivered Jericho into your hands along with its king and its fighting men. March around the city once with all the armed men. Do this for six days. Have seven priests carry trumpets of rams’ horns in front of the ark. On the seventh day, march around the city seven times, with the priests blowing the trumpets. When you hear them sound a long blast on the trumpets, have all the people give a loud shout; then the wall of the city will collapse and the people will go up, every man straight in.” Joshua waited for the man to go on, but there was a silence almost as thick as rock.

Fearfully he lifted his eyes and saw no one. “It was the Lord or one of His angels,” Joshua whispered, as he put on his sandals. Scrambling to his feet, he grabbed his sword, shoved it into his sheath, and turned. He headed for the camp at a dead run, and as soon as he was within hearing distance, he began to shout, “Caleb—Caleb! Where are you?” He found Caleb rushing to meet him, and Joshua’s eyes were glowing with excitement. “You asked for strategy for defeating Jericho. Well, I have it!” “Tell me,” Caleb demanded, his eyes blazing with excitement. He listened as Joshua related what he had heard from the man with the sword.

Let me get this straight,” Caleb said. “All we do is march around the city once a day for six days, and on the seventh day we march around the city seven times, and then the priests blow the trumpets, the people shout, and the walls fall down.” “Yes, isn’t it wonderful?” Caleb reached up and scratched his gray hair. “It doesn’t sound like any battle I’ve ever heard of. You’re going to have trouble explaining it to the people.” “It’s the word of the Lord, Caleb, and God has given us the victory. Come, we have plans to make. When those walls fall down, the city must be taken.

It took a long time to march around the city, and the nation of Israel remained solemnly silent on each circuit. Finally, on the seventh time around, Joshua shouted to the priests, “Now sound the trumpets and let all the people shout!” The trumpets blared out with their brazen voices, and at the same time every soul in Israel shouted at the top of their lungs. It made an awesome din, and even as the voices were on the air, Othniel was shocked to see a crack develop right in front of his eyes. It ran from the ground all the way up to the top of the wall. Other cracks began springing up, and the shouting increased. “The wall, it’s falling!” one of the soldiers shouted.