Glimmering, oven hot air was rippling over the bald
rocky landscape. Here and there withered bushes and thorny plants
were rarely found. Boulders and sharp edged debris was covering the
But wasn’t there a move in the distance? Should here be life where
no drop of water is found far and wide?
Yes, in fact, there was a man walking. With swift, elastic steps
a man was walking through this landscape. He wasn’t very athletic
nor was he skinny; everything seemed to be in harmonic relation.
He was clothed in a wide and rough mantle like cloak of camel fur
with a big hood. To protect him from the sun he had pulled it over his head. At his loins this cloak was hold together
by a belt of
plaited animal tendons.
His feet were protected by moccasin like shoes cushioned with dried
grass. He was equipped with a knobbed staff of acacia wood about a
man’s height, a knife and a calabash drinking vessel. This was all
Again and again his eyes searched the steel blue, cloudless sky
while a relentless sun was burning down on him.
He knew that his way would be long, too long to finish it alive. In
the moment he felt rested still, but his experienced senses
confirmed him the increasing signs of advancing dehydration.
Again his eyes were searching the sky. When would they come?
There! Suddenly his sharp eyes saw a tiny dark spot slowly drawing
closer high above in the sky.
A soft smile flashed over his face. Now he knew that he would reach
his destination anyway. The soft smile intensified to a hard smile
as he thought:
“Either you eat me – or I eat you!”
As he was moving on suddenly his walk started to change. The swift
walk now showed obvious limping. His, till now fluent, walk
became shaky and from time to time he took a rest.
The dark spot had drawn close now and was circling high above him.
Yeah, he has been noticed and where one is circling there will be
Again his eyes searched the sky. Yes, there from southwest two more
spots were approaching. And after some time he recognized another one
coming from the same direction.
Every one of these huge birds meant 1-1½ liters of nutritious fluid
in perfect isotonic balance.
While his walk became more and more lurching, the number of the
circling spots had reached five.
Instead of looking upward he started to examine the surrounding
landscape now, and in close distance he had found an appropriate place
By this small cliff some huge boulders were laying close
together - there it will happen.
Stumbling he was falling to the ground and stayed a while lying in
the blistering dust. Then he managed it again to knees and hands
staying in that position with hanging head for some moments.
Tottering he made it back to his feet - just to fall again after 150
feet. Finally after 20 minutes he had reached the picked place. With
his back to the rocky cliff he was falling to the ground. His wide
cloak lying loose above him concealing his light moving while
Without any motion he was lying there - but an attentive observer
would have noticed that his position was enabling him a lightning
like jump up.
His right hand was lying upon his staff – even, you could see his
hand fondling this hard staff. How often this staff had served him
His left hand was covering his eyes with splayed fingers enabling him
In the meantime the spots had circled deeper. Seven huge vultures
spanning about 9 feet each were drifting in the thermal lift above
him without any flap of their wings, staring at each other
Oh, yes, he knew them too well, and he hoped that more would come.
As more of them as better for him. Their jealousy about food and
their voracity to get the most would be his allies.
After about two hours motionless waiting, it was late afternoon
meanwhile, he heard a hoarse croak on the cliff above him. Yes, they
But still it took another hour; the sun would be down soon, when he
heard a whooshing noise in the air. With flapping wings the first
was landing on the boulder before him.
Soon after another swoosh filled the air and with angry croaking
three more arrived on the surrounding boulders. Now the quiet was
over. Mistrustful they looked at each other and with angry croaks
each of them tried to push the other away. Each of them wanted to be
the first eating!
But it was too early, he needed assurance.
Suddenly a soft groaning was heard followed by a weak coughing and
convulsive jerking of the legs. Wild and loud flapping of wings and
excited croaking filled the air. Hindering each other the whole
bunch fluttered away.
Knowing very well where to find him tomorrow one after the other
drew away…. everyone to the Southwest.
After the last had disappeared our man rose carefully massaging his
stiff limbs and doing some knee-bends. His mouth was totally dry and
he knew the importance to avoid any unnecessary move and labor.
So he covered himself with his cloak and fell asleep.
As soon as the sun had risen above the horizon next morning we were
able to see the same scene as the day before.
This time however we were able to see an approaching crowd of 15
vultures drifting in the morning winds. As closer they came loud and
angry croaking filled the air. Yes, some of them were attacking each
other in flight. It was an eerie noise.
It didn’t take ten minutes and the first landed on the
boulders before him. And there the next… and the next… soon the
whole bunch was pushing and fighting on the rocks.
Our man laid motionless.
There! – The first hobbled to the ground, and there another. With
their long necks stretched forward they were coming closer.
But the others had no intent to allow them primacy and so we could
find them all fighting for the best position soon.
Now the time has come!
These huge birds have a problem. Each of them weighs about 30 pounds.
They need space to spread their mighty wings. Beside this they need
three to four start-hobbles to take off. And this was his chance.
To this adding is the fact that they have a very light built
skeleton for better flight performance.
So our man had to beat with all strength on a spot behind their
necks or he had to crush one wing. This wouldn’t kill but paralyze
Fast as a lightening our man jumped up. Two strong strikes of his
staff smashed down on two vultures. He tried to beat a third but he
missed it so it was able to escape.
After a short fluttering turmoil it became quiet again. All vultures
disappeared except for the two birds lying before him.
They laid there flat on the ground unable to use their legs.
With resolute grasp our man took his knife and calabash. He grabbed
one of the birds and cut one of the main arteries of the neck.
Pulsing the blood was streaming into the calabash till the bird has
Slowly sip by sip he was drinking the precious fluid he needed so
much. After this he took the dead bird and spread its wings. With
the help of his belt and the staff he bound it together like a tent.
He knew he had to wait for the night to walk on. In the cool of the
night he would advance more easily. Till then he had to loose as
less strength as possible because the sun would reach him soon.
So he looked for the most protected place in his vicinity and laid
the dead bird in that way to win the most shadow and protection. His
cloak laid loose upon him; the other vulture had to wait for the
When the sun set down he killed the second vulture, drank its blood
and waited till the fast approaching coolness filled the air.
Now he rose tied his cloak tighter, took his staff and was walking
on with his well-known swift and light steps… southwestward.
After about 12 miles the landscape started to change. Beside the
withered bushes more and more acacia-trees appeared.
When he reached a southwestward leading wadi he followed it. It was
the time of dawn when he heard a soft ripple of water. After he
passed a rocky corner he stood before a small fount flowing into a
In this moment the sun rose and covered the surrounding landscape in
While the cool fresh water was running through his hands he heard a soft
croaking from the cliffs above.
Again we saw this soft smile on his face as he drank from the
life-giving waters… yes, he would reach his destination. For sure!
A desertman survives ... where others die with thirst!
We all have a terrible enemy, highly superior to
us. He needs not to submit under limitations as we do, because he
rules in a higher dimension.
He is concentrating his thought and wish to blast and destroy us.
Yes, he has a strategy and with supernatural intelligence he is
planning the destruction of the children of the light.
Either we defeat him ... or he will defeat us, without doubt!
But we have a chance. One single chance!
If we know this even all the evil attempts of the evil one have to
serve for our best.
By the help of the Holy Spirit we are allowed to learn about the
strategies of the evil one. With opened eyes, sharpened
understanding and hearing ears we are able to win the victory. But
there is a condition:
A life under the direction of the Holy Spirit protected by HIS armor.
The desert will prove if we’re equipped in the right way. As long
every thing goes smooth it’s easy to believe and say everything. But
the desert, or biblically said the fire, will prove what we’re
really made of. It’s all hollow words the life counts!
For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against
principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness
of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the
heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that
you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having
done all, to stand. (Eph. 6, 12-13)
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