The Walls Will Come Crashing Down

Another installment in the story Terror and Tranquility 

 We are going to be swept back in time to the banks of the swollen Jordan. The immense multitude of Israelite's have marched solemnly across although I am sure more than one boy may have picked up a stone to fling at the mighty wall of water. Fearful, tearful faces have lined the walls of the proud city of Jericho wondering, and worrying whatever is going on. Now let us get back to Rehab's viewpoint. If you are confused as to what this is all about, go back a page or two and that will help.

  Rehab returned to the rooftop and visited long with the stalwart, young men. Her cheeks burned however, when she thought of how shamelessly she had flirted with the soldiers downstairs.It hadn't bothered in her the least at other times, but now followers of the true God had come to her for assistance.I would never want them to see me acting like that!
  After the spies safely returned to their own people, Rehab had made haste to tell all her relatives that they would be protected when the enemy attacked if they would find shelter in her apartment. They took her at her  word.

The Strange and Dreadful Enemy

(Continued) That was last week. Every day since men had poured in, too distraught to enjoy her fine cooking or anything else. Every night, after they had fallen into a fitful sleep, she would creep up to the roof of her house, which was crouched on top of the city wall, Rehab would rest her elbows on the solid stone structure to peer out of her casement at the orderly multitude far below.

Oh, that I could be numbered with them, she sighed. I know that they will overtake Jericho and destroy it, and many other cities besides. It is not death I fear. Life hath little meaning for such as I.But if I had a choice, I would rather live if I could live as they. That would be blessed indeed.
   The customers dwindled to almost nothing in the coming weeks. No man was going around doing futile things with such a strange and dreadful enemy camping on their doorsteps, or so it seemed...

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