When I was in high school chorus (high soprano, mind you!) we performed a stirring medley of “Negro Spirituals” such as “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot,” one of my favorites. We also did one about Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego (spell check is NO help here), and a modern rendition of “Joshua ‘fit’ the battle of Jericho, and the walls came tumblin’ down…” O.K., so I knew it was Biblical and some guy named Joshua must have had quite a fight with someone. That was the extent of my knowledge. I cannot tell you how references all around me now have meaning with just six books into this reading. It’s like the difference between reading a foreign language phonetically and actually comprehending it.
Turns out, this is an awesomely dramatic passage; I think my favorite so far.
So here’s the fill-in:
Joshua inherited Moses’s role as leader as the Israelites crossed Jordan. Reminiscent of the Red Sea scene (which is still a pretty cool ride at Universal Studios) as Joshua steps into the Jordan River, its floodwaters stop for the thousands of Israelites to cross. They are now commanded by God to plan Jericho’s attack and conquer. Josh sends two spies who immediately head for a prostitute’s house. Hmmm. She agrees to hide them in return for her and her family’s safety when the time comes.
Then, following God’s usual detailed directives through an armed man who calls himself a “commander of the Lord,” Joshua and his troops, along with the seven priests guarding the ark (remember, they house the tablets) conduct this ritual: They march around the walled city one time each for seven days, blasting their trumpets but saying nothing and doing no more. On the seventh day they marched around the city seven times (God was quite the numerologist, you may have noticed) and after the seventh time, on command, EVERYONE in ALL the tribes begin to shout. And with that, the walls of the city indeed come down, enabling Joshua to lead his people into Jericho to destroy every man, woman, child, and animal. (OMG!) That is, except the prostitute, Rahab, and her family who were spared.
So actually, the lyric should be, “The walls came tumblin’ down and Joshua 'fit' the battle of Jericho.” Right? Just doesn’t have the same rhythm, tho.
Confession #46: Of course those walls just crumbling gave the Israelites a head start, but I suspect that entire seven day ramp-up had a tremendous psychological effect on both sides. Can you imagine how creepy it would be for some group to just circle your house with trumpets for seven days, then seven times for one, then massive shouting. Jeez!
“…I looked over Jordan and what did I see…comin’ for to carry me home…a band of angels comin’ for to me…comin’ for to carry me home…Swing low, sweet chariot…”
Love those Negro Spirituals!
Confession #47: I am quite certain that, had I known the real stories behind those songs I sang in tenth grade, I would have done a better job singing them. It is what would have put the “spirit” in those “spirituals.”