“Master, you have that look in your eye again. What are you planning?” Micah, the young armor-bearer shifted the weight of his master’s trappings. He adored Jonathan. He pledged his life to bear the armor for the King’s son.
“My father sits in the shade of a pomegranate tree, quaking before the Philistines. There is yet much daylight. I’m thinking of attack.” Jonathan crouched outside his tent. His flesh crawled in anticipation of battle.
“Perhaps he must get his bearings. King Saul began this campaign with 3000 men. Only 600 are at his disposal now.” Micah buffed his master’s sword. Jonathan liked his weapons gleaming, and it looked like he was about to use it again.
“What of it? Nothing can hinder the Lord.” Jonathan looked toward the Philistine outpost. “We could go over and take them.”
“I must remind you, Master that among the 600 men, there are only two swords left. This army has resorted to paying the Philistine’s to sharpen farm tools that we may use in battle. But perhaps with the 600 men and their crude weapons we could…” Micah said.
“No. I was thinking of just you and me. Let’s cross over toward them and let them see us. If they say to us, ‘Wait there until we come to you,’ we will stay where we are and not go up to them. But if they say, ‘Come up to us,’ we will climb up, because that will be our sign that the Lord has given them into our hands.” Jonathan picked up his breastplate. Micah rushed to help him fasten it on.
“Just you and me? Just us?” Micah positioned his own armor in place. Even with his breastplate and shield, he suddenly felt exposed to the sword of the Philistine.
“Of course, nothing can hinder the Lord,” Jonathan said.
“Shall I send word to the King?” Micah said as he positioned Jonathan’s helmet into place. Perhaps Saul will send reinforcements to aid in this crazy plan.
Micah did not get an answer, but watched his master turn toward the enemy outpost. He thought of running to the King. Surely no one would fault him for seeking help for Jonathan. If Micah died in this battle, his mother would be left without a son. But I promised, I pledged my life!
“Do all that you have in mind,” Micah said. “Go ahead; I am with you heart and soul.”
Micah and Jonathan let themselves be seen by the Philistines. “Look!” said the Philistines. “The Hebrews are crawling out of the holes they were hiding in.” The men of the outpost shouted to Jonathan and his armor-bearer, “Come up to us and we’ll teach you a lesson.”
“Come on, Micah!” Jonathan shouted. “Climb up after me; the Lord has given them into the hand of Israel.”
Micah climbed up the cliff right behind Jonathan on their hands and knees. They charged into the Philistine soldiers. They fought back to back, slaying one and then another. The enemy fell to the right and left of them, piled up like sacks of wheat.
The Hebrew prince and his armor-bearer leaned on their shields, gasping for breath.
“I slew twelve!” Jonathan said.
“And I eight!” Micah said. He thanked God for the victory.
“What did I tell you? We have found favor with the Lord.” Jonathan took off his helmet and wiped the dirt and blood from his face. He approached his armor bearer and
placed both hands on young Micah’s face. The prince tenderly wiped the blood away.
“You did well, young man. I knew I could count on you. I treasure your pledge and I am grateful that you meant it. There were those who questioned your youth. I can see that I chose well,” Jonathan said.
The Hebrew battle trumpet sounded in the distance.
“I think we have built a fire under my father at last. Are you ready?”
The two men charged toward the battle. They shouted in unison, “Nothing can hinder the Lord!”
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