Summary: Gideon Narritave - How God chooses for His glory. When chsen we must respond so that God can do great things.
God’s team selection - Narritave
Greetings people of God, My name is Jerub-Baal. It’s a nickname it means contender with Baal. My real name is Gideon, son of Joash. Please feel free to call me Gideon. I know it is not quite as impressive.
I am here to tell you about a time when God choose his team. I will start by saying that, he did not it but the way I would have. I had never been involved in anything like this before. I really did not want to be there in the first place.
Days ago when I blew the alarm signal I never would have guessed the response. We were meeting in the valley of Jezreel, by the spring of Harod. The spring is an opening in the rock, a cave where cool water flow freely from the ground, about 20 feet across. Plenty of water for the 32 Thousand men responded to the call to arms.
It was really impressive. 32 Thousand men gathering pitching their tents. They were motivated. I was really starting to feel ok about all of this. I slept so soundly that night.
Now the Midianites and Amalekites were camped about 10 miles North of us near the hill of Moreh. My spies told me that there were so many that it was like a swarm of Locust. We could actually see their camp from our position. The camp fires made a massive smoke signal, announcing their presence
When I got up the next morning and God started talking to me again. He said, “You have too many men for me to deliver Midian into their hands. In order that Israel may not boast against me that her own strength has saved her, 3 announce now to the people, ’Anyone who trembles with fear may turn back and leave Mount Gilead.”
I was flabbergasted. Too many men, how could that be? The army we are going to face has 5 times as many. To me 5 to 1 odds are not that good! However, I knew that God choose me, and he had already promised to deliver the enemy into my hands. So I did as I was told. I announced that if any of them was afraid they could leave.
22 thousand men packed up their tents and weapons and headed back to their homes and families leaving only 10 thousand.
My heart sank; my chest felt like there was a huge weight pressing on it. As the parade of men went into the hills headed for home, I was getting really depressed.
I wanted to ask God if this is what he wanted. 15 to 1 odds. That did not seem right. If you are going to fight a battle, the odds don’t need to get worse, they need to get better.
Then God spoke again, "There are still too many men. Take them down to the water, and I will sift them for you there. If I say, ’This one shall go with you,’ he shall go; but if I say, ’This one shall not go with you,’ he shall not go."
Ok, Who is talking, really….. Who’s side is God on????
I went down to the spring and watched as the men came in shifts to the water. The ones that used their hands, I told to gather on the side with me and the other I sent back to their tents.
When the last man drank, I counted and there were only 300 men. Oh My, What is God doing? I was worried when there were 32 thousand men and now there are only 300. Let me do the math, that is 500 to 1.