Then the LORD said to Joshua, “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 6:2-5What amazes me about the story of the Fall of Jericho is that it just fell one day. Plain and simple. After the first day of marching, the Bible doesn’t say there were any noticeable cracks in the walls or shifts in the foundation. In fact, it’s highly likely that the people who resided inside those walls didn’t feel any different. Yet, the Israelites marched. The residents of Jericho probably thought that the Israelites looked ridiculous. I imagine there might have even been some “nanny, nanny boo-boo, stick your head in doo-doo” sayings thrown out. Yet, they marched. I figure quite a number of them wondered if Joseph was a lunatic. Wondering how in the world marching could make some walls fall down had to be a lingering question in their minds. Yet, they marched. I bet some of you have been marching for a while. Those seven days seem to feel like seventy years to you. Your legs are numb yet they keep moving. Your neck and shoulders are carrying more weight than they were intended to carry but you press on. You and I were placed on this earth to bring our Heavenly Daddy glory. And lots of it. Your tumultuous circumstance may be the very catalyst that helps someone see Jesus. I really only have one thing left to say to you. March on. And one day, your walls will fall, too. In an instant.