Numb hands; stiff arms. Cold air hits the lungs, slowly.
Quiet. Eyes fixed. Wait. What was that? No. Nothing. Breathe out. Hand drifts
back off the slide. Steel like ice. Anything can happen in this moment, or
nothing at all. Hours of preparation, of silence and stillness, they count for
nothing unless something comes..
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Then again, if something comes and you’re not ready, you
still lose. What a game. What a gamble. Was there a choice though? Back then I
mean. This was life or death. Victory or failure. Succeed or starve. What might
this required. What strength. Nimrod, a man referenced in Genesis, was known as
being “the mighty hunter before the Lord” (Gen. 10:8-9) Some people wouldn’t
call hunting an honorable thing, but they would be wrong, because before God it
is seen as mighty. Think about it… the attributes required for succeeding in
hunting are patience, quietness, stillness, listening, and watchfulness. You
climb into an uncomfortable position, sit still, not making a sound, eyes ever
searching, ears ever open. Then, you wait. You wait for hours. Sometimes seeing
nothing at all. This shows discipline and perseverance. For these attributes,
Nimrod was honored forever.
There’s one important point though. Many times, more often
than not, you see nothing and go home with nothing. This is because victory
ultimately comes from the Lord. In Proverbs it says, “the horse is made ready
for the day of battle, but victory rests with the Lord.” (Prov. 21:31) This
means that the horse can be prepared for battle all he wants, but if the Lord
doesn’t bring the victory, there wont be a victory. So likewise, a hunter can
do everything right and be perfectly prepared…yet if the Lord doesn’t bring
something out, the hunter will fail. Though at the same time the Lord could
bring something out for the hunter, but if they’re not prepared, they’ll miss
it. Let’s remember that the horse was still ready for the battle. Therefore we
also need to be ready for the battle but ultimately know and recognize that the
victory comes from the Lord. Branches crack, head jolts. Air rushes in. Antlers
move through the trees. Cheek rests, eye lined through scope. Hands grip. Heart
races. Pounding. Silence. Squeeze. Breathe out.
Victory.
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