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Battle of the Godless – Ch. 18 | KT OLLA

AT the first crow of the rooster the following morning, the Danite spies set out of Micah’s house and continued on their way.

They were still northward bound, as they exited the countryside of Ephraim

They travelled for many days, passing through the vast northwestern parts of Manasseh. Then they crossed the parting Jordan to the northeastern sides of Manasseh

But there were no people to dispossess of their homes in that territory. Since Manasseh was a settlement of fellow countrymen, fellow Israelites

So the people knew that their quest wasn’t done. Not until they’d found a city of enemies and total strangers

But those enemies of the Danite people must necessarily be a weaker nation than they were. If their quest for a home must be fruitful

Therefore, these hunters here went on combing through Israel for that perfect kill. That city of heathens and weaklings that made a good kill

Then at long last, they left all of Manasseh behind, and in time came to the farthest north

There, before they reached Mounts Lebanon and Hemon, they seemed to have hit gold

Yes, the men came on a quiet humble city, serene and secure in the heart of the north. It was a city of aboriginals; a city of Gentile natives like what the men were seeking

They called its dwellers the people of Laish

Truly, the emissaries were first attracted to that town by its stunning scenery. And again, by the peace and warmth that sheltered the little Eden like snow on a hilltop

Ajar looked ahead and badly wanted that place for a home. His companions looked up too, and wished those fields were theirs

The men craved for a place like this as home for the Danite tribe. And if the people of that city were really weaklings, they were prepared to claim that place already

 So Ajar and his companions stole into the city, but no one was stopping or challenging them. They went to the fields, too; and the pastures themselves were welcoming

 They took the soil up in their hands, loved it and stuck some handfuls in their sack. They scooped the water, drank to their fill and filled their bottles, too

Everything was safe and secure. As though they’d just been let into Paradise

Now the messengers wondered why things were so. Therefore, they dispersed and went round looking for more clues

The men dispersed themselves in the morning to reconvene at the fields by twilight. And when they regrouped, they saw that they’d got the same reports

Laish was surprisingly sequestered, far removed from other settlements around. And the spies found out that they had no ties with anyone

Yes, not even Tyre and Sidon in that region were their allies. For which these predators might have trembled

No, these people had no friends and made no enemies. They had no allies and knew no foes

They simply dwelt quiet and alone

Without a king, or ruler, or God

So, it was exactly as their hunters wanted. And there in that town lodged a people ready to be dislodged

Now those folks, they were the civil ones who never knew life is a battleground. For they felt they could wade through its waters defenseless

Thus, that first night when the spies were back in the field with reports, they concluded that they’d found a people to displace

They decided that Laish was home.

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