Praise Is a Weapon

Jericho was a city no one could defeat. Its walls were thick stone, layered high,

built to withstand every known weapon of war. Armies feared it. Strategists avoided

it. Yet God did not give Israel swords or battering rams. He gave them silence.

Day after day, they walked around the city without a word. No chants.

No battle cries. Just obedience that looked foolish to anyone watching. The city mocked

them. The walls stood unmoved. But something unseen was building.

On the seventh day, God changed the command. He did not say to attack.

He did not say to push. He said to shout. Trumpets sounded. Voices rose.