The battle of Jericho. I wondered in chapter 2 if it would seem fair, but we never hear from them again. They are destroyed, that’s it.
The commander of the lords army who appeared at the end of the last chapter does not appear again, so his message is no more than Joshua is standing on holy ground. And his appearance as a warrior. It’s encouragement for Joshua, the lord is on his side.
And of course it’s a victory like no other. They march and make sound for 7 days, and then the walls come down.
Why 7 days? God often uses time and process, ritual if you will, when he deals with us. Why did Jesus cure blindness in two steps, with spittle mud, so that the blind person saw blurry people at the start? Why bread and wine?
It was their chance to repent. They knew of the red sea, they knew of the Jordan crossing, why did they not come out and talk during the strange seize?
Their time had come. I do trust gods justice, no one will be damned unfairly, and trust in time I will understand that. The bouncy spiritual makes it sound fun “Good ‘ol Joshua”, but it must have been an horrific day, corpses piled up on that holy ground.
Perhaps the angel appeared to assure Joshua of rightness as much as victory.
It’s on the verge of the anniversary of my father’s death. He died after a long and fruitful life, and it gave him freedom from his decline, so I did not curse God.
On what basis do we judge some death fair or not?
Innocence? All have sinned.
Length of life? All our lives are short. One day is like a thousand to the universe.
Love or connection? Yes some deaths hurt more than others.
Suffering? Yes and no. I sometimes think our empathy for suffering is inseparable from our personal dread of death.
I really don’t know where I am going with this. The gloom of the Orlando killings is still hanging over me this week, as it descends into political squabbling. I keep visualising the two slaughter houses, Jericho and Pulse.
Pray for the world father, don’t let us descend into division. Show us beauty and goodness. May you have mercy.