Got a Big Battle in Front of You?

Did you hear? Israel defeated three armies!! Not one, not two but three! All the nations around them are afraid to go near them. Do you know how they did it? Singing. Yep. Singing. Let me back up. King Jehosophat was ruling at the time. Some of his advisors came to him and said “Boss, there are three armies from Edom, Moab, and Ammon headed our way. They are getting close. They’ve been on the move for a while. They’ve joined together to destroy us.” King J was afraid. But he did the only thing he knew to do. He turned to God. He said, “Lord, you are great and mighty. We need you right now. We don’t know what to do so we are looking to you. Help!” Then, he sent word to all the people in the kingdom that they needed to fast and pray. They all came to the temple and there they stood, asking God for help. God spoke through one of the priests and he said “Don’t be afraid. You will win this battle and you won’t have to lift a finger. This fight is mine.” So, they all praised him, went to bed and slept soundly. The next morning, they gathered and headed toward the battle site. Along the way, King J said “Let’s sing.” (Really?) So, the priests broke out in song. They all joined in and praised God. As they were singing, the Moabites and Ammonites picked a fight with the Edomites. The Edomites were destroyed. Then, the Ammonites started fighting with the Moabites. They annihilated each other. By the time the singing Israelites got to the battle ground, everyone was dead. Their dead bodies were spread all over the ground. The Israelites went about collecting all the loot. There was so much plunder it took them three days! On the fourth day, they headed home. When they got there, they went straight to the temple and King J said “Let’s sing!” So they sang some more (this time with instruments). They talked about God, how mighty he truly is and celebrated that there is no battle too big for him to handle.  (Paraphrase of 2 Chronicles 20)

Got a big battle looming? Sing! The battle is the Lord’s.

–Elaine Kapetanakis

Written by Diane Levy


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