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Battle of the Godless – Ch. 10 | KT OLLA

DINUEL sat reclined in a deck chair in front of his father’s house. It was early evening and the idle boy simply watched the sun set in the sky.

This evening was one like several others, when this young priest of Micah’s household would choose to unwind, gazing at the dusking day.

Like the dying sun was promising him the rebirth of a new life come tomorrow.

But then this evening was equally different. For when Dinuel was lost in his habitual thoughts, a man stepped in front of him like an eerie ghost and woke him.

That man. He’d never seen his face before.

‘Peace to you, young man. I am seeking a man by the name Dinuel – the son of Micah, an Ephramite. Can you please take me to him?’

Dinuel sat up immediately. He repeated the stranger’s words within himself to process it.

Then he popped the question: ‘Why do you seek him?’

The man answered. ‘My name is Jonathan from Bethlehem of Judah. I have travelled here to find a home and work in this place.

‘But its evening and I only need a place to lay in for the night. So that by tomorrow I can look for a place to rent anywhere in this town.’

He finished. ‘I was told by the people that I can find help with Dinuel the son of Micah here. Can you please take me to him?’

Dinuel leaned back and let out a relief sigh.

He always came alive at the slightest opportunity to help the needy. So his priesthood burdens came down to nothing in that priceless moment.

Like he wasn’t previously chewing those concerns.

A small smile formed around the corner of the kid’s lips now, as he stood to his feet to respond.

‘I am that Dinuel, son of Micah the Ephramite. You have come well to our land. And how has your travel been?’

‘God has been gracious with me; thank you.’

‘Oh, good to know, sir. Why not come in then? Come in, and I’ll get you water to wash your feet. Then I’ll also give you a room to stay till you find a place.’

Jonathan was surprised. He was a Levite priest descended from Moses. As a matter of fact, that saintly Moses happened to be his grandparent.

Moreover, this grandchild of Moses had lived his entire life accustomed to piety and goodwill.

Yet he’d never seen such open arms, such big heart, such generosity, as this one from the young man in front of him.

No, he’d never seen anyone like Dinuel the son of Micah. So he concluded that he must be a righteous man – body, bones and breath.

Thus Dinuel brought Jonathan into Micah’s house and gave him everything he needed for the time.

And when it was night, the family gathered for dinner. This was when Micah’s son found his own answer.

The answer that would save him from his ephod.

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