Today I am eighty-five years old. I am as strong now as I was when Moses sent me on that journey, and I can still travel and fight as well as I could then. So give me the hill country that the Lord promised me. You will remember that as scouts we found the descendants of Anak living there in great, walled towns. But if the Lord is with me, I will drive them out of the land, just as the Lord said.
God doesn't show the down side of Caleb. He began the long journey with Moses as a faithful 40-year-old hero: one of twelve spies scouting the Promised Land; one of just two who were eager to fight. The other ten were fearful naysayers--reporting giants and forgetting God.
So God's chosen people waited and walked for decades... until every coward died. Forty years later, they crossed the Jordan: valiant men marching behind Joshua (the other fearless spy from long ago).
As they conquered city after city, the land of the giants still loomed ahead. It was Caleb, then 85 years old, who begged to fight the formidable foes. He was buff and bold, not timid or old... even though his age seemed less than perfect.
So this fit and fierce senior citizen, who loved God whole-heartedly, shows us that age means nothing when God is in control. What's a big giant when God is around?
To Be Continued...
P.S. To read the other devotions in this series, please see the Imperfect Heroes series.