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Jonathan let out a soft sigh. He said a
silent prayer for help with their conversation, remaining calm and
attentive until the impression came with words to fill his
mouth.
“Pekah, there is One who can heal all
things. Do you know of Whom I speak?”
Pekah nodded.
“No matter what has
happened in your life, no matter what things you saw at Hasor, no
matter what troubles you, if you turn to the Great King . . .”
Jonathan’s voice became softer. “Turn to Him with all your heart,
and pour your soul out to Him in prayer, even if it is by simply
expressing the thoughts and the desires which are in your heart.
He will hear you.
He is the Great Healer, and He can remove many burdens.”
Immense hope, and a love for the young
Gideonite man, started to fill Jonathan’s heart. He also noticed
that he had been particularly impressed to use the title of “Great
King,” but didn’t know why. Pekah still did not reply. His eyes
glistened, and he turned from the fire to stare out into the
darkness of the trees near the stream.
Jonathan did not feel inclined to talk
further, and so after some awkward silence, he suggested they all
get some rest. Now past midnight, morning would be upon them before
they would want it to be. Eli asked if they should have a constant
watch through the night, but Jonathan felt that with the cover of
the thorny grove, and the sound of the stream behind them, they
would pass the night without being discovered.
None of them had bed rolls, so they
fashioned small pillows from sacks and cloaks. By this time, most
of the flame was low and red. Eli placed the large log onto the
fire to keep it burning.
Jonathan and Eli both knelt on the ground
with bowed heads. They invited Pekah to join them in prayer, but he
declined. After an expression of gratitude for a clear summer night
with no rain, both men wished Pekah a good night’s sleep before
drifting off.
* * *
Pekah watched them doze as he lay there,
feeling depressed and out of place with these two men. He gazed up
at the stars, not focusing on anything in particular. He tried to
relax, but the events of the previous three days kept crossing his
mind. Closing his eyes, he tried to sleep, but sleep would not
come. The hard ground made him uncomfortable, and the more he tried
to rest, the worse he felt. He groaned and realized much of the
discomfort he felt was because of the guilt in his heart. He wished
he had never enlisted in the emperor’s army. He wished he had never
been in Hasor. He almost wished he were dead.
Chapter 8
Balm
T he night continued to cool, making Pekah wish for a blanket.
Sounds were all around him—the chirping of forest crickets, the
buzzing of other unseen insects, even the hoot of an owl off in the
distance. He even noticed the low gulping noise of a frog somewhere
near the constant gurgle of the stream. These temporary
distractions were soon lost to his senses, becoming nothing more
than droning background noise as he continued to sink deeper into
his depression. Over and over again, memories and images of the
siege at Hasor played through his mind. Pekah remembered the
dripping rain and damp fields of waist-high grain he had pushed
through when his contingent rushed up to the southern garden gates.
He could hear the creak and boom of the gates falling, and the
pounding feet of charging soldiers upon the streets of the
village.
His chest tightened with disgust as he
remembered seeing some of the unarmed villagers murdered by his
fellow soldiers when they should have been taken prisoner instead.
He saw a young boy, not even ten years of age, running down the
street away from the invading army, but a Gideonite archer’s arrow
had knocked him to the ground before he could escape. The screams
of women and children filled his mind.
He also recalled the purported reasons why
the army had been sent there, and the dubious mission his
detachment had been sent to do. Memories of
comment.
Jonathan let out a soft sigh. He said a
silent prayer for help with their conversation, remaining calm and
attentive until the impression came with words to fill his
mouth.
“Pekah, there is One who can heal all
things. Do you know of Whom I speak?”
Pekah nodded.
“No matter what has
happened in your life, no matter what things you saw at Hasor, no
matter what troubles you, if you turn to the Great King . . .”
Jonathan’s voice became softer. “Turn to Him with all your heart,
and pour your soul out to Him in prayer, even if it is by simply
expressing the thoughts and the desires which are in your heart.
He will hear you.
He is the Great Healer, and He can remove many burdens.”
Immense hope, and a love for the young
Gideonite man, started to fill Jonathan’s heart. He also noticed
that he had been particularly impressed to use the title of “Great
King,” but didn’t know why. Pekah still did not reply. His eyes
glistened, and he turned from the fire to stare out into the
darkness of the trees near the stream.
Jonathan did not feel inclined to talk
further, and so after some awkward silence, he suggested they all
get some rest. Now past midnight, morning would be upon them before
they would want it to be. Eli asked if they should have a constant
watch through the night, but Jonathan felt that with the cover of
the thorny grove, and the sound of the stream behind them, they
would pass the night without being discovered.
None of them had bed rolls, so they
fashioned small pillows from sacks and cloaks. By this time, most
of the flame was low and red. Eli placed the large log onto the
fire to keep it burning.
Jonathan and Eli both knelt on the ground
with bowed heads. They invited Pekah to join them in prayer, but he
declined. After an expression of gratitude for a clear summer night
with no rain, both men wished Pekah a good night’s sleep before
drifting off.
* * *
Pekah watched them doze as he lay there,
feeling depressed and out of place with these two men. He gazed up
at the stars, not focusing on anything in particular. He tried to
relax, but the events of the previous three days kept crossing his
mind. Closing his eyes, he tried to sleep, but sleep would not
come. The hard ground made him uncomfortable, and the more he tried
to rest, the worse he felt. He groaned and realized much of the
discomfort he felt was because of the guilt in his heart. He wished
he had never enlisted in the emperor’s army. He wished he had never
been in Hasor. He almost wished he were dead.
Chapter 8
Balm
T he night continued to cool, making Pekah wish for a blanket.
Sounds were all around him—the chirping of forest crickets, the
buzzing of other unseen insects, even the hoot of an owl off in the
distance. He even noticed the low gulping noise of a frog somewhere
near the constant gurgle of the stream. These temporary
distractions were soon lost to his senses, becoming nothing more
than droning background noise as he continued to sink deeper into
his depression. Over and over again, memories and images of the
siege at Hasor played through his mind. Pekah remembered the
dripping rain and damp fields of waist-high grain he had pushed
through when his contingent rushed up to the southern garden gates.
He could hear the creak and boom of the gates falling, and the
pounding feet of charging soldiers upon the streets of the
village.
His chest tightened with disgust as he
remembered seeing some of the unarmed villagers murdered by his
fellow soldiers when they should have been taken prisoner instead.
He saw a young boy, not even ten years of age, running down the
street away from the invading army, but a Gideonite archer’s arrow
had knocked him to the ground before he could escape. The screams
of women and children filled his mind.
He also recalled the purported reasons why
the army had been sent there, and the dubious mission his
detachment had been sent to do. Memories of
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