Defeating Giants

Numbers 13:33- The Israelites talked about the giants (the Anakites, or descendants of Anak, also the nephilim) in the land and how large they were in both parties’ sight. They agreed with the giants in esteeming themselves as like ants. Because they were looking at themselves as small and insignificant compared to the giants, they did not believe that God was big enough to take down the giants for them. They feared the giants more than they believed God. This is also reflected in Deuteronomy 1:28. Here they blame the spies for demoralizing them with their report. Even though they chose to listen to 10 of them and not the other 2, choosing to believe the lies and fears rather than the promise of God to protect them.

The speaker in Deuteronomy 9:1-6, in contrast, acknowledges the fact that the giants are strong and tall and descended from the famous Anakite giants, but doesn’t go as far as being afraid of them because of that natural fact. This is spoken to the next generation as they prepare to finally go into the promised land since the fear and doubt has had a chance to die off. Part of the point of this speech is to acknowledge that God will be fighting for them because they are not able to do it on their own. They recognize their dependence upon God in a deeper way than providing them food and water to sustain them through the wilderness. They are coming to realize that He is not only saving them from their oppressors (the Egyptians) miraculously and not letting them die of starvation or dehydration as they follow Him through the wilderness, that there really is a plan that is bigger than that. He is completely reversing their “fortunes” and bringing them to true freedom and prosperity. He is giving them the ability to choose life and life more abundantly (into His Kingdom). They just need to follow his lead and believe that He will bring them to that point.

Verse 3 reminds them of the promise of how this will be accomplished, how to deal with the giants. God will go before them like a devouring fire and will subdue them to the point that the Israelites will be able to quickly conquer and drive them out. He does this, not because of how great the Isrealites are, but because of the sins of the giants. God uses the much weaker humans to subdue the giants, the fallen angels, who are much more powerful by themselves than the humans.

He uses us, not because we are so great, but because we are weak. This fits with His Kingdom where the weakest, the servant of is the strongest, the most “useable” vessel, a frail jar of clay where He stores His most precious Spirit. It is the weak one, the one who most readily recognizes their complete inability in themselves who most readily surrenders to being the conduit for God to move through. They aren’t relying on themselves because they know they can’t. They are relying on God alone and they trust Him to do what they cannot. Their confidence is in Him alone. This confident trust allows them the boldness to face even the greatest giants with all their bluster, regardless of the fears spoken by those around them to try to discourage them. It allows them to triumph over incredible odds as God accomplishes through them and their courage what is not possible by human standards or abilities. With humans it is not possible, but with God, anything is possible. Understanding this allows us to trust in the Lord and lean not on our own understanding by acknowledging Him in all our ways and letting Him direct our path. Also, the weakest vessels cannot claim the glory due God, nor do they think of doing so, for it truly is not them doing it, but Christ through them.

All this is exemplified in 1 Samuel 17, when David defeated Goliath. Goliath was 9 feet tall, wore armor that weighed over 125 pounds, and carried a huge javelin. He was taller and stronger than any of the Israelites. He knew it and made sure they knew it. He taunted them daily and they were terrified to try to face him. David was the youngest son, probably the smallest in stature at that point and not even part of the army. He was sent to bring his brothers food and check on them for their father, no intention of actually experiencing any battle action himself. When he hears the giant’s taunt, he wonders why the Israelites are allowing him to defy God’s army. His brothers mistake his reaction for pride and a desire to see battle. He asks multiple others and they give him the same reply. None of them can see the difference between pride in self and confidence in God. His family is against him. His countrymen are against him. And still, he persists. The king hears and tries to divert him, citing his inexperience. David leans on past experience of overcoming a lion or bear, recognizing the the God who kept him safe while fighting a lion or bear will also keep him safe from this giant. This finally convinces the king to let him fight, but he tries to give David armor that isn’t suited for him, that he isn’t used to using. Right before a battle is not the best time to try out new things. David falls back on the equipment he is familiar with using and picks up his ammunition. The giant is insulted that such a small person would try to defeat him, it is an affront to his pride to even fight him. He is so sure of his pending victory over David. David affirms his trust in God and His power and authority over the situation. He says that God will conquer Goliath and that he will cut off his head. He says this will happen so that the world will know that there is a God in Israel. God is in this fight and is defending His own name, proving to humans yet again that He is God. He used unorthodox methods to produce a miracle that only He could do. He used a stone in the hands of a young boy to defeat and aged, battle worn giant. Then, David used the giant’s own sword to completely finish dispatching him. This produced fear in the Philistines and renewed confidence in the Israelites.

This relates directly in taking down the giants we face in our own lives, whatever they manifest as. God will use us weak humans to overcome our giants as we move to take ground in our own promised lands. He uses the weak to overcome the strong. One method for doing this is using stones. Stones are often compared to words, usually condemning ones “thrown” at people who have apparently sinned, sometimes they have and sometimes it may be a misperception as in David’s brothers case. Either way, our battle is not against flesh and blood, our siblings and co-heirs, but against the demonic spiritual forces working in this world. The stones, our words, are not meant to tear down other humans, but to build them up. This has a similar effect as throwing stones at the demons or giants in their lives. As we build each other up, we are tearing down the walls of opposition and division, we are taking hold of their thoughts, the false beliefs they have. These stones, guided by God; these words, spoken by love are what God uses to free His other children. Love is service with the sole objective of benefit for the other person. This is how God moves through us. This is His plan, to reach His children through the words and actions of His other children, motivated by love alone. The perfect example of this is our eldest brother, the firstborn of the new human, who perfectly served to the point of excruciating death on a cross so we might have the choice to possibly know Him and experience His true freedom and exceedingly abundant life.

Servant Leadership

I run up the steps to the gate where my love is waiting, Jesus. I kneel at his feet. He bends down, taking hold of my shoulders and lifts me to stand before him.

“My dear, stand. You are not a servant to kneel, but my sister, my bride to stand beside and before me.” He kneels in front of me and I feel awkward. “I am here to raise you up. I serve you as your leader, your example. This service is in proper order and appropriate. You will get to serve others in the same manner. Have I not said that if I wash your feet, then you are my disciple? The leader serves the subordinate and in return the subordinate serves others “under” them. This produces a shift in the culture and atmosphere. It changes mindsets to focus on others. Then, I can serve the needs of each individual as they focus on others. The more focused on serving others, the less prone people are to being concerned about their own needs. Take care of others and let me take care of you.

“Trust me. Don’t let your faith waver. It really will all turn out fine. My plan will work out well for each of you, exactly as I planned it.”

“Thank you my Lord.” He stands and wraps me in a warm embrace. I realize we have risen above the ground and grin. That’s Jesus, my Jesus, who grants these small details, these small pleasures that mean so much to me. He knows me so well, my love does.

We fly over to an emerald mountain. I notice we are now clothed in emerald also. “Lord, what is the significance of this?”

“It is growth, deep, rich growth. Linger here a while and let the nourishment penetrate deep as it will be a source to fall back on when times are lean.”

We touch down in a lush alpine meadow with deep green grass and small white flowers. The air is crisp, yet warm enough, bringing with it a sharp clarity. I notice a small hut to one side and a dark forest around. If this is to be my home for the next while, I figure I should get to work, but linger a while in the field, enjoying the sight and smell and texture of the verdant grass and picturesque scenery.

Eventually, I make my way to the cabin and a spry old man waits for me there. He shows me around briefly and then gestures towards the day’s work. We soon settle into a comfortable rhythm and the hours pass quickly. Not much is said and we eat our dinner near the fireplace in relaxed silence, just enjoying each other’s company.

Cabin time

I open the door to my little cabin home and invite you in. Some small boxes are brought to my attention and I set them on the table and open them, giving you access to them. I pulled out some others and repeat the process, leaving them all out and available to you. I ask if there is another and the large dark one under the bed is highlighted. I pull it out and open the combination lock. Lord, you have access to all the deepest parts of me. Even the cellar. I open the hatch door to the floor. Every part of me is open to your light. Nothing is left hidden. You’re welcome to do as you see fit, making this place your home. I see a vision of it transformed from a small cabin in the woods to a large castle in the mountains. We sit by the fireplace, you in a comfortable chair and me at your feet, leaning against your legs.

Love Boat

“I love you daughter, and I will always hold you near. Keep your eyes on me. Don’t let yourself be distracted, even by loved ones. I am yours and you are mine. I must be first. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. I am love, all consuming love. I will die for you, I have died for you. One day you will die for me. You will both die to yourself and you will die for me physically. Both will be to my glory. There is no reason to fear either one. You are learning to trust me. I will always prove myself faithful. How far are you willing to trust me? Remember, I want to bless you beyond what you can imagine. How much will you believe me for? What risk are you willing to take for me? How much of you will you give to me?”

I want to say that I will give you everything, every part of me, and trust you for everything, every breath and morsel of food. I want to live and die for you. I know your will is best, yet this hesitation indicates that my heart doesn’t know it yet. I want to take your hand because I know I will get to soar with you. Lead me, Lord. Show me the specific steps to take.

I am in a boat with you on a sea. I ask what type of boat this is and you say, “A Love Boat.” The sea is Troubles. We are on a sea of troubles. The Love Boat keeps us afloat. “Stay in the boat until you are able to walk on the water. Then, you will go where I tell you and not where the waves take you. You can steer the boat somewhat, but walking on the water is much quicker and simpler. Easier to navigate also.”

Shed on the Beach

I walk along the beach, hand in hand with my beloved. There is a shed there, which leads down into a place like the root cellar. My beloved has a torch which shines brightly and lights up a vast cavern. There are military vehicles there and vast stores, like a hidden governmental, military warehouse. I look at him questioningly and he tells me they are for my use. I have the hidden resources of His kingdom at my disposal, everything I could ever need to wage war against the darkness. We move on to another area and look on as legions of angels march by. I see many different sizes, some who are large enough to be considered dread champions. In another area, there is a room full of gold coins to rival Fort Knox. He tells me I do not have to worry about expenses. He asks if I would accept this assignment. I kneel before him, honored and overwhelmed. I stand and am now wearing sparkling new armor. The angels watch me, expectantly waiting their orders. I tell them to take back a certain village from the darkness and watch them march out.

Spend Time

I told you I wanted to spend time with you. Do not neglect our time together if you truly want to know what is is like to be in the center of my will for you like the song says. My will is the best and it doesn’t look like what you think it looks like; what you imagine the “best” scenario or the “worst” scenario to be. My will includes many blessings on different levels. Spiritually, emotionally, physically; to you and to others. Sometimes you will be blessed obviously and sometimes you will be the blessing. You are blessed in being the blessing. You know a taste of this.

Keep pressing through the tougher times by resting in my presence in peace. I will see you through as you lean on me in spirit and truth. True worship is total dependence upon me. As you depend upon me, I move and you know that I move, so I get the glory from it. If you depend upon yourself, you do not recognize that I am moving on your behalf and through you, so you think that I am not doing anything. Apart from me you can do nothing, you would be nothing. With me, you can do all things, anything, and you are everything I have made you to be.

Do you want the fullness that I offer? Then, obey. Trust me with everything. Lean not on your own understanding, but in every way acknowledge me; acknowledge your dependence upon me, your utter need for me, my work on your behalf. Don’t try to do anything on your own. You want to be my voice, so speak only what I say. I love you. I demonstrate it every moment. Acknowledge that. Every breath, every heartbeat is at my command. Even while you don’t recognize it, I am at work in your like, guiding you towards my will. I do not give up on you, ever. I know the plans I have for you. This includes life abundantly. Keep moving forward, like on the moving landscape. I do all of this for you.

And, yes, when you chose to accept to accept a position against my promptings, you moved out of my will and had a much harder time of it than I desired. This was your choice. I stayed with you through it and taught you a lesson. You chose to accept the position based on fear of disappointing someone. Decisions based on any fear, especially when I am telling you no, are not from me. I do not use fear, but love. Fear of me is different, you have felt that type of fear. It is holy fear and based in love, respect, and proper positions.

Remember, I will use you for my purposes, but it can just as easily be as an example of what not to do as what to do. I will prosper you as far as your belief will accept. I am limitless and have unlimited resources. The only limit is in what you decide to accept. My ways and thoughts are not yours, but higher, limitless. I am unlimited. I am the God of the impossible. I am Creator. Eternal. Infinite. I am worthy of everything, every blessing, honor, praise, worship.

As you give back to me what I have given to you, you prove that you are a good steward and I can trust you with more of my glory because you will not try to hold onto any of it for yourself. Keep giving me what is due to me and I will keep increasing what I give to you. There is no reason for you to experience lack because I provide abundantly. Trust me in this and I will show you. I enjoy giving you what you desire. I enjoy seeing you enjoy what I have given you. You are my daughter. You are not worthy because of what you do, but because of who you are and who I am. You are worthy because I love you and chose you to be worthy. You can have everything I have planned for you, just believe. I provide and bless. I will show you. Watch.

Working in the Garden

9/4-

“Daughter. I love you. Uncurl your fists and hand those thorns to me. Let go so that I may begin healing. It does no good to heal when the thing causing the wound is still in place.”

I open my hands and some thorns drop out right away. “Papa, these other ones are stuck. Do I take them out or do you? Or something else?”

“I will, just hold them open.”

He uses a pair of tweezers and gently removes each, making sure no part of them remains. Angels apply a salve and bandage my hands.

“Papa, what did I get into /grab ahold of that had those thorns on it? Will you show me how to recognize it next time before I touch it?”

“Those are from a tree of bitterness and offense. When the time is right, we will uproot it together. Let your hands heal for a while first. A week from today we will do that. For now, stay here by the water. All week.”

“Yes, sir. This stream is beautiful.”

“Yes, it is. Don’t be deceived, dear. There will be many distractions coming to draw you away from here. Stay here.”

9/10

I keep seeing my hands oozing from the wounds. The other day, I felt like he wanted me to wash them off in the river, so I did.

“Yes, dear, each time you see that, wash the impurities that are coming out off in the river. You don’t want to leave that on there. Look, do you see that they are almost healed?”

“Yes, Papa. Thank you. That means we start removing the thorn bush tomorrow?”

“Yes, hon. Don’t worry about getting ahead of yourself. It’ll come at the right time.”

9/11

I enter and see Papa has the tools with him to work in the garden. “Hey, the rose bush by the river is getting pretty decent sized now.”

“Yes, dear, it is coming along nicely and will soon produce flowers. Today, though, we will be uprooting this one.”

He motions towards a very dark, sick looking bush. It is covered with thorns and brambles. He hands me a pair of heavy duty work gloves and a spade. The gloves cover my forearms, all the way to the elbow. I see I have a thick apron/ jacket/ shirt on also, with sturdy work pants and boots. He is in similar garb. I turn to face the bush. “Ok, Lord, where do we start; what first?”

“This whole belief structure needs to be completely removed. Start there at the base. Use these to snip off what branches you can first. Hold them as you cut them so they don’t fall on you.”

“Yes, sir.” I start on one section. It’s tougher than it looks even, holding the branch with one arm and snipping it off as close to the base as possible. Some are too thick for these clippers, so I work at paring them down as much as I can. Holy Spirit has a drill-type machine and uses it from the top of the bush, straight down the center where the branches have made a clearing from leaning over. This drill will somehow get down into the taproot so, when the time comes, it can be removed completely, without any random bits behind to start a new bush. Jesus is working the wheelbarrow, hauling the trash away to be burnt. I can’t see Abba and I focus in on what I’m doing.

After a while, the bush is a sparse skeleton of what it once was. It looks pretty pathetic now, all the twisted, thorny branches gone, thick twig fingers remaining, bent over to the sides with the drill machine buried deep in the center.

“Now, it’s time for the chainsaw. Start with these outer edges, trimming the trunks into manageable segments. Make sure to cut them from above so you don’t hurt yourself.”

“Yes, sir.” Slowly, we work our way around this bush, reducing its reach. I feel an ache in my soul and notice writing on the bark. It describes offenses. I know as they remain, the pain of the offense is able to come up again as a poison held in the top of each thorn. Every time I grabbed ahold of the offense and allowed the thorn to prick me, it deposited a little more of the poison into my system. That is what was oozing out of my palms that needed to be washed away by the river of life. Tears rolled down my face as I carefully cut away each branch, releasing forgiveness with each pass of the chainsaw, faces of friends and family members, some I barely recognized or hadn’t thought about in years, flashing through my memory as I worked on the branches. It was slowly, steadily growing smaller. Eventually, only the base with the drill remained.

“Now, we deal with the root, my dear.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Take your spade and dig up everything in this circle I’ve marked out. It’ll need to be pretty deep too. I know you’re tired and that last part was pretty emotionally draining, but keep going. I will give you all the strength and stamina you need to finish the job.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you.”

As I start, I am glad to see that each shovel-full seems to remove more dirt than it looks like it should be able to. I notice Jesus hauling the dirt away to the place where the bush will be burnt. He answers the question in my mind. “Even the dirt here has been poisoned by this bush. Did you notice that not even grass grew underneath where it covered? The circle that Father drew is just outside its reach. Once we have burnt and purified this dirt, it will be healthy again and ready to receive the new seed that we will plant.”

“Oh, I see. That’s how you bring beauty from ashes?”

“Effectively.”

I continue to work my way around the perimeter of the circle Abba drew, digging deeper and deeper in a trench. Then, gradually making my way inward. Every once in a while, I would come across a root that was too solid for my spade to dig through. I would dig around it and continue on my way. I noticed the ground was starting to smell putrid and rotten as I neared the middle. Soon enough, I got to a point where I couldn’t go any further until the root bundle was taken care of.

“Ok, Papa, what now?”

Beep, beep, beep. I hear a backhoe backing up to the edge of the pit.

“This, my dear, will be the easy part.”

I see a rope running through the top of the drill Holy Spirit had placed there earlier. I remember the drill is sunk deep into the taproot. As the equipment lifts it, the whole ball comes up together. I walk over to the oven-pit where Jesus had been dumping everything throughout the day. It is pretty full and I realize that the bush is now in pieces and effectively upside down, with its roots, dirt on top and the branches and thorns underneath.

Whoosh. Suddenly, the whole thing is engulfed in flames. Acrid black smoke rises in thick clouds. The wind picks up and blows it away, dissipating it and sending fine ash floating through the air. I understand that this purified ash will help to nourish other land also. I watch as the branches burn white-hot until all that are left are smoldering cinders. The dark, thorny bush is completely consumed and no more. The backhoe now takes loads of ash back to the hole we had dug out. Jesus and I shovel the last remains of it into the wheelbarrow and return it to where it belongs. Holy Spirit has also brought some mulch and fertilizer to mix in to make sure it has all the correct nutrients for what we are going to plant now.

“What would you like to plant here, my dear?”

“A poplar. No, a huge oak tree, one that has branches big enough to sit in!”

“Oh yeah, that’s my girl. How about both? There’s more than enough room here for both to grow large and healthy.”

“Sweet!”

I take the seeds he hands me and carefully place them in the fresh dirt. I direct the river to water them. Then, we walk away together to put the equipment and gear away. I’m tired in a good way and ready to sit and relax with my family.