My country was at war, and I was not there to help! In the past fifty years it seemed as though our nation was ALWAYS at war. Actually to say that we were â€śat warâ€ť was probably a rather large exaggeration; we were actually being systematically annihilated by the powerful Ammonites.
Even though I had been exiled from the country of my birth, I was able to send one of my own spies south to look over the situation. He had arrived back just the night before, and as I held the scroll asking me to come home, in my hand, I knew I needed to hear from him.
â€śCall Micah and ask him to report to me at once.â€ť I said to my valet.
â€śHas he gotten back from Rabbah yet?â€ť
â€śHe got in last night, and thatâ€™s what I need to talk to him about.â€ť
â€śWhen do you want him to report?â€ť
It wasnâ€™t ten minutes later that Micah, my most experienced spy, sat in my tent. â€śWhat did you find in Rabbah?â€ť
â€śI donâ€™t think there is any way that Gilead will be able to resist their attack!â€ť
â€śAnd why is that?â€ť
â€śFrom my lookout to the west I saw two divisions of archers, a division of charioteers, and at least three divisions of swordsmen.â€ť
â€śAre you sure?â€ť
â€śI watched them going through exercises on three different occasions. There could easily be 300,000 warriors in the valley south of the capital!â€ť
This confirmed my worst fears. It was no wonder that the leaders of Gilead were making such sweeping promises to me. They needed someone to lead the army.
I had been exiled from the country, and - as one of the best warriors the country had - I felt a certain amount of responsibility to the country of my birth. Iâ€™m not being cocky or proud in saying that I was one of the best, the simple fact was - at that time, our country was not really known for its warriors.
Throughout our history we had always been the whipping boys of the earth. As a result, we were not at our peak as far as developing our fighting skills as warriors. I had no doubt that I would have been a big help in this struggle if I had been there, but I had been content to stay away because of the circumstances surrounding my exile. Now this letter had arrived and I was not sure what to make of it. The letter indicated that the very people who had wanted me out of the way, were now wanting my help!
What was I to do? Did I have a responsibility to those who had forced me away from my home? Could I sit by and allow my home to be destroyed? These were the questions I was searching for an answer to; but maybe you need to hear my story before you can understand the struggle I was having.