Skip to main content

Hold Position or Attack


I remember the Christmas Santa brought me a small 45 record case and records.  Ahh Kenny Rogers and Alabama and Journey filled my mind.

"You got to know when to hold them.  Know when to hold them. Know when to walk away.  Know when to run."

It is funny how these songs from my childhood pop into my mind at weird times.

(Trust me, we are getting to a spiritual truth soon.)

Joshua was made the leader of the Israelite as they headed back to the promised land.  Remember, they had messed up the first time around and had to wonder the desert for 40 years until they were ready to listen.

This story is fascinating to me as Joshua didn't just take off willy nilly into the fray hoping God would clean up the pieces, as sometimes do.  He followed God.  God told him to hold position or attack.

Adam Barr in his "Exploring the Story" states, "Joshua must have experienced deja vu as he entered the Promised Land.  He had stood in the same place forty years earlier and watched as Israel had turned away from their inheritance."  

He continued, "Some key themes emerge as the people enter the land of promise.  First, it is clear that the Lord, not the strength of Israel's army, will make victory possible.  Second, their mission demands a heart of courage.  Third, trust and obedience."

Throughout the story of Joshua, the people of Israel have to stay within God's presence.  To trust and obey.  To trust enough to hold position and to trust enough to attack.  Or to obey when God said to hold position or attack. 

 To commit to serve God. No matter what.

Do I?

Do I have the courage to hold position?  To attack?  To follow?  Trust? Obey?  Am I truly committed to serve God and Him only in everything I do?

To hold or let go?

"Then he called the crowd to him along with his disciples and said: "Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me.  For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me and for the gospel will save it.  What good is it for you to gain the whole world, yet forfeit your soul?" Mark 8:34-36

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Starting a Journey

September 3, 2010 Originally posted How to Begin a Journey 1. Pick a destination or simply start. 2. Plan a detailed itinerary or just take the first step. 3. Pack everything or travel lightly. I am choosing to just begin. To leave behind the baggage, pick up a day pack, and go. Several nights before we moved to Ogallala, I was praying about the transition when I heard that still, small voice of God. In that moment, I knew He heard my Heart's Cry. He hears every whispered plea, every unspoken longing. If I truly sit with that truth, it humbles me. What courage, boldness, passion, and decisiveness I have when I remember: He never leaves or forsakes me. He provides for my every need according to His riches in glory. My hope is to encourage you He hears your Heart's Cry too.

1940 Canned Apple Butter: Family Root Cellar

I loved exploration as a child.  From opening the door and going down the stairs to get something from my Grandma's root cellar or exploring old homesteads while checking cows.  I credit my Mom with teaching us to appreciate those things that represented the people who had gone before us. When I moved with my husband and boys to a house on the family ranch-I began exploring immediately.  This was the house my Aunt and Uncle lived in during my childhood.  My Grandparents had lived there and many other families dating back to 1900 when it was built.   With two little boys in tow, I made my way to the root cellar and found a treasure cove.  Old text books belonging to the original family who had been a teacher, the original medicine cupboard, tools, trash and memorabilia.   I felt like an archeologist sifting through layers of debris representing generations and culture.  And I was.  I hauled truckloads of trash to the dump (some...

Diabetes-Opened to Disease OR Open to Connecting to my Strengths

I've tried living in denial for two years after the big D diagnoses was handed over.  Honestly, I just don't want to talk about it.  Outwardly seemly calm and disconnected from it.  Inwardly terrified. As a plant that is stressed is open to disease, injury and death so to our bodies are.  I opened myself up to this.  Stress, lack of sleep, bad nutrition, overweight and lack of exercise.  For some reason I believed that if I ran fast enough and worked hard enough, I would outrun my family genes.  The tiny room in the back of my brain locked with a key has kept the fear of this disease at bay even though I could hear its screaming when life quieted down. My Aunt died piece by piece to this disease.  First a heart attack and quadruple by-pass.  Then a toe.  Next a foot.  Legs came next along with more heart attacks.  Kidneys shutting down.  She died very young. When I was little, my Aunt Ally gave herself s...