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Battle of the Godless – Ch. 4 | KT OLLA

IN that moment when Gomer and Hur bowed in a thoughtful pause, the people murmured trying to reason out a way forward themselves.

Then after a little bit, Gomer raised his head musing a thought aloud.

‘We can’t go displacing the sons of our father Jacob! The settled tribes of our people… we can’t go chasing them out of their possession just because we want a home!’

‘Exactly the point!’ cried Hur the younger man. ‘You’re getting my drift now, you know!

‘But on a second thought, who says we cannot displace a people? Whoever says that?’

Gomer pulled back with a surprise in his eyes. ‘Displace them, did you say?!’

Of a truth, displacing a tribe of their own people—as Gomer heard his partner say. It’d mean fighting a battle to oust fellow Israelites from their own lot.

It’d mean killing one’s own countrymen in a battle of shame and dishonour.

But the people of Israel appeared religious in that age following the death of Moses and Joshua.

And so, everything that could tarnish their name as worthy followers of those righteous men was ruthlessly countered.

For they’d heard how pure and just those men of faith were. So it pained them loads that they couldn’t meet up.

And so following Hur’s words, a noisy clamour poured from the audience. Then it became a little hectic for the hasty one to stop the reaction he caused.

But then at last, Hur found the golden chance to explain himself. And he wasn’t as bad as the people thought he was.

So old man spoke for himself as quickly as a calm was birthed within the tension.

‘Oh friend, we’re never displacing our own countrymen! Or why on earth must Dan fight a brother to claim a home like his.

‘What we’ll do is this. We will seek out some heathen settlements that our nation hasn’t displaced from here.

‘We will search the whole land, from this southern region up to the northern sides. Until we find a city where the dwellers are gentile sinners.

‘And there we shall unleash our wrath in battle and take that city for us!’

Right there, before Gomer could reply the speaker, the audience broke out in a loud cheer. Standing up on their feet and jeering their hands in a resounding applause.

Hur knew that the ovation was for him. So he stood up immediately and stepped a foot forward. Then he waved at the people and bowed in regard.

Gomer looked at his partner in front and chuckled.

For indeed the thinkers knew where their debate would lead. And so as to carry everyone along in their depth of thought, they often chose that manner of address with difficult issues.

Now Hur glanced back at Gomer and motioned for him to join him.

And standing together, the two elders beheld the assembly and laughed.

For they were thrilled that they’d get their tribe a home.

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