Monday, February 10, 2014 Posted by Sara
Joshua quietly took a grape from the bunch and passed it back to Caleb, who also took one and then carefully placed the rest in the sack over his shoulder.
Safe keeping. Moses had instructed they return with fruit. Caleb and Joshua smiled, satisfied by the small bite they had taken while the other spies walked ahead, lost in conversation. The team would be back to this land soon enough. Might as well be refreshed for the journey back to the Israelite camp.
The men ahead spoke with fervor and passion. Caleb rolled his eyes, "The land is good. The fruit is better. We have found gold- the honey, and milk. Why do they grumble?"
"It's easier, sometimes" Joshua said.
"Of course it is. They've had so much practice." Caleb coughed when one of the men turned around.
"I'm not sure they saw what we saw," Joshua added once the men ahead had continued on.
Caleb whispered, "We all saw the men, of course. They are afraid."
"But if God has said this land is ours, how can they doubt?" Caleb's voice began to carry. "They know His hand is upon us. They know His deliverance from Egypt - the parting of the sea, the food in the desert. He is able - to do anything He pleases."
All of the men ahead turned at the sound of Caleb's voice now loud enough for all to hear.
"SILENCE." Gaddiel commanded, "You will give us away. Caleb, it's not safe. They will destroy us. And our families. We are not ready. We must be wise."
"Where does your wisdom come from?!" Caleb shouted.
"Caleb!" Gaddiel approached sternly grabbing his shoulders to demand his silence, "You want your children to die. This is your desire?"
Joshua moved towards Gaddiel, gently lifting his arms off of Caleb, "No, we want our children to live. And so does God."