That, to me, has always been one of the harshest verses in the Bible.
It’s blunt and almost cold…your beloved leader is dead, move on.
It must have felt like a swift kick in the gut to an already overwhelmed Joshua.
God works in wondrous ways and often, with swift kicks.
My first thought was that he had a concussion…his opponent was heavier and far more advanced than him and had smashed a round kick into the side of his head.
It wasn’t a malicious act, but it hurt.
He recovered enough to finish the fight and then I took him home for his mom the nurse to examine the damage.
He checked out fine, but it’s time to move on.
He was fighting people he had no business fighting in a place not suited for fighting at all.
In the providence of God we had lost our instructor and our facility, by sheer will power we had tried to hold the team together with other instructors in another place.
The state tournament is coming up…and we must win there to compete in the national tournament.
That’s what we have been trained to do, the goal we have worked to accomplish.
Golden motives are not immune to the blows of the Almighty.
When it’s time to move from where you are to where He is taking you, He will use whatever means necessary to convince you.
You may be with people you love… in a place you are comfortable… with your goals in sight… when heaven blasts you.
It’s sometimes the only way to get our attention.
You probably had advanced warning…but thought you knew Him better than you really do.
Our goals are not always His goals for us…no matter how often we try to baptize them.
His kicks are not malicious…they all contain a promise.
He is capable of kicking more than once.
I’ve been noticing a lot of bruises myself these days…
Make your own application…