Extraportion Lust (Hard & Hot 2) (German Edition)

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Your name the representative bellowed. Hermann kicked his heels. SS-Unterscharfuehrer Hermann Heinrich The man in the grey suit checked his lists again shrugged his shoulders and gave out a courtly I don t have you on the list before getting into his car and driving back to Berlin. Hermann remained at attention. But behind his disciplined outer appearance his confused mind summersaulted.

What was happening Had they just forgotten him No impossible the High Command never forgot anything. Had he not been good enough Equally impossible. Rosselmann had personally told him that he had been one of this year s best. What was going on And where were his superiors Was he supposed to stay here at attention or what For months now he had not done anything without an order and now With nobody telling him what to do Hermann was at a total loss.

His last orders had been Roll call in the courtyard and so Hermann decided to stay put until he received new orders. The icy wind blew fresh snow through the air creeping under his uniform. The cold seeped through his nailed and freshly polished army boots his lips slowly turned bluely violet. Gradually thick white snowflakes covered him completely but Hermann remained standing still. He had not been trained and disciplined for months to just let it go with the first bit of cold. A leaden fatigue began spreading through his body and he lost all sense of time. Suddenly he saw himself standing in a summer meadow golden rays of sunshine warming his face It was at that moment he had been pulled back into icy reality by Rosselmann and sent back to barracks where he now lay alone in the sleeping quarters painfully contemplating his total cluelessness and his immediate future.

With a bang the door flew open jolting him from these sombre thoughts. An officer strode into the room and began to yell at him. Unterscharfuehrer Hermann Heinrich Hermann jumped to his feet immediately at attention. Here The officer put his face directly under the tip of Hermann s nose. Gala uniform and follow me Gala uniform Hermann asked. Do you suppose you can present yourself in front of SSReichsfuehrer in your pyjamas Hermann felt dizzy for a moment.

Himmler Heinrich Himmler is here As Hermann and the higher-ranking officer entered the mess hall he could barely hide his excitement. Nervously he remained close to the door as the officer yelled SS-Unterscharfuehrer Hermann Heinrich Himmler Rosselmann and an assorted staff of senior army personnel turned and gazed at him with inscrutable faces.

Hermann took a deep breath raised his arm and saluted as snappily as possible given his mounting nervousness. Unterscharfuehrer Heinrich at your service sir Rosselmann without giving him a second look took a sip from his cognac and turned to Himmler. He s the one I told you about Herr SSReichsfuehrer Absolutely reliable this man maybe not the brightest but he ll follow any order cost what it may.

Like a bulldog sir getting its teeth into it Himmler approached Hermann with a thoughtful look on his face before shooting one of his infamous stares right into his pupils. Nobody said a word. For Hermann seconds seemed to stretch into infinity. The chemical element of water Unterscharfuehrer Heinrich he asked suddenly with a nasal twang.

I don t know Herr Reichsfuehrer Aha And who wrote The eternal-feminine draws us ever upward Hermann almost lost his regulation posture wanting to scratch his head utterly baffled. Ah ever upward Herr Reichsfuehrer Upward--downward Well who said it I am momentarily stumped for an answer Goethe you genius. Last question what is 20 times 14 Hermann had been freezing before now sweat was dripping from his forehead.

I don t know he burst out desperately. Himmler took a step back and looked at him thoughtfully. Then all of a sudden a bright smile flashed across his face. He took Hermann s hand and shook it enthusiastically. If only we had more men of your calibre in our troops. You are just the man for a very special mission. We - I mean myself and of course the Fuehrer - are relying on you Th Somehow he thought he must have done something right but he had absolutely no idea what that might have been.

The Reichsfuehrer pinched Hermann s cheek jovially then pulled out a little brochure and handed it to him. This is a list of grave sites of famous German heroes. Only very special comrades are getting this-- comrades whose gene pool will enhance our ranks into the future Thank you Herr Reichsfuehrer Are you planning to copulate in the near future Come again Herr ah Reichsfuehrer Should you have any plans to copulate in the near future I hereby order you to do it on top of one of the listed grave sites of our heroes.

May some of the dead hero s spirit of virtue pass into your procreation. Ja-Jawohl Herr Reichsfuehrer Confused Hermann looked around the room but none of the attending officers seemed to find anything odd or obscene about the order. Obviously Hermann thought they must all be familiar with the list and were quite naturally doing it on top of the graves of great Germans. Himmler and his aide bade the room a curt goodbye leaving Hermann to mingle amongst the high-ranking officers drinking French cognac and smoking cigars.

Rosselmann now quite tipsy and in a chummy mood put his arm around Hermann and repeatedly congratulated him on the special mission that lay ahead. Soon the evening was dying away in a constant succession of toasts and congratulations. Hermann felt quite chuffed Lisssen Obersturmbannfuehrer he slurred at his equally intoxicated superior. What s it all about then this this impoooortant mission Rosselmann by now having abandoned the use of a glass for his cognac put the bottle down.

Hermann shook him awake. Chief don t fall asleep now The mission where am I ssss Hmm Yes right the important mission. You ll take a train to France and from there you will go by summarine Wanna drink With a sweeping gesture he refilled Hermann s glass saying cheers with the bottle. To the submarines To the submarines Hermann emptied his glass in one gulp while Rosselmann took another swig from the bottle An where am I goin in the submarine Putting the bottle down his superior sat up straight.

In an instant Rosselmann appeared to be dead sober. He threw a meaningful glance over his shoulder and winked at Hermann to come closer. To India he whispered. France--Himalayas Spring The day before he departed on his mission Hermann Heinrich newly-fledged Officer with Special Orders was bestowed the highest accolade the National Socialistic Deutsche Reich could bestow upon anybody apart from heroically dying for the Fatherland of course --a private audience with HIM The Fuehrer.

Well truth be told it wasn t an audience in the classical sense. It turned out to be And not a private one either since everybody in High Command was eagerly listening in. None of them had ever before been graced with such an honour. Little wonder then that they all looked grudgingly at Hermann as he picked up the receiver.

At the other end--dead silence. Just some rustling in the background the sound of breathing the ticking of a grandfather clock. Hermann tried for a second time. At your command my Fuehrer Coughing. I recognize her voice. She is talking to him Brrrown With milk as always my little honey bun. Rosselmann had to support himself. He was delirious with happiness. We are allowed to share a private moment with HIM he muttered entranced. He is drinking tea With milk This is fantastic My Fuehrer Sergeant of the SS Hermann Heinrich reporting for duty Hermann bellowed down the phone in a desperate attempt to catch the Fuehrer s attention.

Vague slurping sounds someone nibbling on pastries the bonging of the grandfather clock. Eva Suddenly the famous voice came muttering through the speaker just pass me the The whole High Command no --seemingly the whole universe-- waited holding its breath. Rosselmann who had grabbed a handkerchief to mop the sweat from his forehead froze. Ash from a forgotten cigarette fell to the floor. One officer chewed at a fingernail. The air seemed charged with electricity none of the men in the room dared take a breath and soon flickering lights began to appear in front of their eyes.

Waiting waiting all they could hear from the loudspeaker was an indistinct rasping and the sound of a turning page. Then after what inadequately could be described as infinity Rosselmann a beatific look on his face wandered about the room exclaiming Sugar What genius It began to come rather clear that the Fuehrer had quite forgotten he wanted to talk to Hermann--but he had evidently intended to which in itself was quite something. Eventually Hermann quietly replaced the receiver. He consoled himself that HE had thought of Hermann--even if HE hadn t quite got round to actually speaking to him.

Which of course was quite natural what with HIM being the Fuehrer and being really quite busy. At last Hermann s mission began. After an uneventful train journey Hermann arrived at the harbour of La Rochelle in occupied France. He was introduced to the other members of the expedition corps including four other soldiers. But he was surprised to find a few scientists amongst them eggheads as he had disdainfully called them in the past. There was one botanist with an ascetic air one chain-smoking zoologist and two famous race researchers one of who dressed entirely in pastel and whose private life was not to be discussed.

Standing at the foot of the gangway leading up to a submarine Hermann could contain himself no longer. Permission to ask a question SS-Lieutenant Colonel Rosselmann who had accompanied Hermann just to wave goodbye tossed his cigarette into the grey waters of the Atlantic Ocean. Hermann my dear chap. You are about to embark on your mission so amongst us comrades let s relax a bit.

At ease good man. What s on your mind But Hermann kept an iron stiff posture. Permission to ask mission objectives SS-Lieutenant Colonel Man alive Tomorrow before sunrise your submarine puts to sea and only now you ask what it s all about You re quite a soldier aren t you Hermann stared at him steady as a rock. Rosselmann gave an audible sigh. Look your mission is more than top secret you understand Your destination is the Himalayas border country between Tibet and India.

You ll be getting more detailed instructions on your way. Sorry but right now I am not authorised to tell you more. He gave Hermann a long almost wistful look then pulled himself together and said Wait a second--I almost forgot. There s something I m supposed to give you. Hermann s heart skipped a beat An autograph by the Fuehrer With a personal dedication For A sweeping signature A. The enormity of the gift made Hermann dizzy. Delirious with happiness he almost threw himself on Rosselmann.

What an honour HE had thought of Hermann HE cared about him wishing him all the best for his mission Hermann decided there and then never to be parted from this precious treasure until the day he died. Once on board and under way the journey seemed endless. The incessant blathering of his adjutant Sauermann got on his nerves and the claustrophobic tightness of the submarine left Hermann no room to avoid him. Sauermann displayed an obsessive enthusiasm about various methods of food preparation. And there was no escape from the enthusiasm of the botanists who it seemed could bang on about botany for days on end.

Only the zoologist was mercifully quiet. He did however show a lively interest in the lice population of the crew and spent his time sitting on a small stool with a stern expression on his face taking stock of the vermin infestation of the sailors pubic regions. It was this sight - the whole crew standing in front of the zoologist with their pants down - that seemed to be the only thing that could excite the two race researchers.

Apart from this they would lie around listlessly whispering and sniggering to each other whilst pointing at Hermann which of course drove him even more crazy. His task force consisted of four soldiers young recruits but with plenty of mountain experience. Something which could come in useful in the Himalayas but was pretty useless in a submarine.

All four of them suffered severe seasickness and they lay all day in their bunks moaning. Every once in a while one would get up to heave noisily over the railing. Somehow only Hermann seemed to notice that there are no railings inside a submarine. Pretty soon Hermann lost all track of time. To avoid enemy contact the captain kept the submarine submerged for the whole journey. Although they pumped in some fresh air through the snorkel it was never enough. The air stank and the submarine became intolerably hot. Missing daylight was the worst though and after a week or so Hermann began to fall into a dark depression.

One evening he lay down on his bunk and looked for solace in the Fuehrer s autograph which he had pinned to his bunk wall. HE is counting on me Hermann told himself sternly depending upon me. Hermann clenched his fist.

Never would he disappoint HIM. No Hermann vowed he would complete his mission successfully-- whatever the mission was. After rounding the southern tip of Africa the expedition corps was picked up by a submarine from their Japanese allies. A short and happy moment breathing fresh air as they changed vessels was soon tarnished by the fact that Japanese submarines were even smaller than German ones.

The burning of joss sticks at the on-board Shinto shrine didn t exactly help to improve air quality either. Just before the transfer Hermann had been given a sealed envelope by the captain of the German submarine. Finally - the secret mission directives Now as he boarded the second submarine Hermann wanted desperately to open the envelope but the Japanese captain insisted on personally welcoming everyone before instructing them about on-board practices.

Slippers were handed out to be worn everywhere on board--except the toilets which had extra toilet-slippers and the bridge for which bridge-slippers were to be issued. But that evening the moment finally arrived. Wedged into a bunk built for someone half his size Hermann carefully slit open the envelope. Inside he found two official-looking typewritten pages plus maps. In prehistoric times Hermann read a white master race of people who called themselves Aryans dominated the Indian subcontinent.

They introduced the caste system a system designed to prevent the mixing of the dark indigenous tribes with their fair skinned neighbours. We believe these primeval Aryans to be our forefathers some of whom emigrated to the north. A previous expedition in under Ernst Schaefer gathered evidence from Tibetan monasteries that some of these primeval Aryans had survived in a few valleys in the Himalayas and that their unadulterated blood had made them into a master race comparable to our own.

We further believe that they are in possession of powerful super-weapons. Find these primeval Aryans get them to enter the war as German allies and bring back some exceptionally well-developed male specimens their genetic material to be used in our Lebensborn Program. Strictly avoid enemy contact during your mission. If possible copulate on top of the graves of your forefathers.

Hermann held the pages in quivering hands and incredulously read them again. The content did not change. Find the primeval Aryans Why in God s name was he a fit and well-trained soldier having to lead a search mission He had trained every day for months he was able to assemble his weapon blindfolded he could even shoot blindfolded. He lacked in the hitting department but still.

For months he had been thinking about seeing the whites of the enemy s eyes leading attacks storming fortresses becoming a hero--but now he had been lumbered with this utterly pointless assignment. Strictly avoid enemy contact Hermann wanted enemy contact--and plenty of it He wanted to slaughter to kill and murder shoot and stab pummel and punch the enemy--he was even ready to bite them in the arse if they turned to flee. But now this Moping around mountains with a bunch of scientists looking for some primeval Aryans and their super-weapons Hermann became so angry his gums started to bleed an affliction inherited from his mother.

Foaming with rage he fell back in his bunk--only to look straight into the severe face of the Fuehrer and his autograph. Don t you dare let me down now Hermann he seemed to be saying. I m counting on you. Of course my Fuehrer he said sorrowfully. You command and we shall follow YOU People are shuttled over vast distances from continent to continent within a couple of hours.

Journeys that took several months only years ago are now covered in less than a day--and all whilst watching a movie sipping a glass of wine or taking a nap. If you re guessing what particular wonder is being referred to here it s the wonder of Business Class. Business Class is the flying proof that all men are not created equal. It is not meant for mere mortals but for flying kings. OK so this means First Class must be for flying Gods.

But I like to believe that First Class does not exist at all. It s just some kind of Shangri-La for the business traveller some mystical magical kingdom invented for one reason only that it would just be too frustrating for business travellers to have nothing more to aspire to in life. First Class is a business travellers life-long wet dream and for most will always remain wishful thinking. The author would be more than happy for airlines to convince him of the contrary. Oh what bliss it is to be reassured even before check-in that the world is divided into We the elevated ones and You lot back there in economy.

Advancing directly towards the check-in counter whilst waltzing along the plush red carpet passing endless queues of plebs we can feel their envious looks in our backs. The experienced business traveller savours this moment to wave benevolently to the crowd giving them a momentary illusion that they are basking in the light of his grandeur. Some business travellers will actually reach out into the waiting queue to shake a hand or two maybe kissing a baby.

This is strictly not advisable since it can lead to a false impression of chumminess later on. Having received our gold-embossed boarding pass having allowed servile porters with an eager-to-please attitude to load our four tons of excess baggage onto a Priority Baggage cart all the while being serenaded by a group of musicians playing Renaissance music we now enter The Lounge.

A Mount Olympus of waiting halls a Garden of Eden for the idle where scantily clad virgins feed grapes to the male guests and well-built underwear models whisper sweet nothings into the ears of the female traveller. Here we wait for our inevitably delayed flight. Ordinary folks are already complaining about their back pains even before they board. Little wonder since many have spent the fourhour wait trying to get into a comfortable position lying across three moulded chairs which have been specially designed to prevent any anatomically normal person from doing so.

Boarding is announced and people including hysterical children who have endured a seemingly eternal wait become increasingly aggressive. Then--the sound of a fanfare and the relaxed business traveller appears accompanied by the CEO of the airline bowing and apologising for the delay. Wait airline staff shout as they approach the gate make way plebeians for the high and mighty Nobody from economy is allowed to move since the esteemed guest has to be the first to board the plane. On board - uhh ahh An array of knobs levers and switches all serving one purpose only To allow the business traveller to rest in orthopaedic comfort on the long journey ahead.

Oh and if it s all right would we be so kind as to overlook and excuse the airlines effrontery in not having offered a private jet A glass of champagne appears magically before take-off and is quickly gulped down - even though no one ever normally touches a sparkly drink at 10 in the morning. Time to find something interesting to read. It is vitally important to concentrate deeply on the page because the Safety Procedures are about to be demonstrated. Anyone who actually watches these is immediately outed as a hopeless greenhorn.

The meticulously built-up nonchalance of the frequent-flyer the jaded I ve heard this a thousand times and it bores me to death look this is what ultimately distinguishes the Business traveller. It is a look that attracts hordes of excited groupies together with invitations to the ribbon-cutting opening ceremonies of bridges and highways. But all this will fall apart like a house of cards with even a single glance at the safety demonstration. Seriously who doesn t know how to buckle up Finally the rumble of jet engines subduing those tiresome noises from the section behind where sardined plebs are already suffering from stiff necks slipped discs and thrombosis.

There exists however one word which scares the screaming daylight out of every Business traveller whilst bringing a peculiar glint to the eyes of the common economy-class prole. God s even hand. The lottery ticket that propels the mere mortal into the stratosphere of the elite. Its name upgrade Every once in a very long while the luck fairy winks mildly at one of the nobodies in the never-ending queue in front of the checkin counter. In this extremely rare event rarer indeed than being struck twice by lightning economy is overbooked and some lucky bastard gets upgraded. But even then business class asserts itself.

Bizarrely when someone flies Business Class as an upgrade he still receives economy food when meals are served. Everyone around him receives princely service and fine cuisine upgrade gets just a plastic-wrapped bun. He is - and always will be - a pariah. He does not and never will belong to this exclusive important circle which paid serious dosh to sit up front Gerd Lauterbach was smiling at the flight attendant.

No dessert for me thank you. Instantly the upstart upgrade sitting next to him said Oh if you don t want it I ll take it. Gerd exchanged a quick glance with the airhostess a glance that mixed both pity and the worry that he was sitting next to the mentally disturbed. Well alright give it to him then he sighed before continuing to pore over the pages of the Financial Times. The stranger next to him smacked his lips around a parsimonious parfait.

I was in the newspaper business myself once. Uh-uh Gerd grunted diving deeper into his paper. Made the rounds at night selling you know Aha Gerd replied. Packed it in though. Bye the way I m Arthur. The stranger extended his hand towards Gerd. Without looking up Gerd gave it a quick shake - Pleasure - and continued reading. And what s your name Gerd looked up for an instant. Lauterbach Mr Lauterbach to you. Arthur ordered another Gin Tonic. Quite nice actually this Business Class. Well all right the plastic-wrapped bun hadn t been up to much but you could order as many cocktails as you wanted and the seats were super-duper comfy.

In short everything was just about perfect. Hadn t he been extraordinarily lucky The first flight of his life and straight into Business Class Ever since that night when he d made the decision to turn his life around everything seemed to be going right for him. He d given up his job sold his furniture cleared out his apartment and now he owned nothing except a backpack some essential clothing and a bank account containing the meagre funds from selling all his things. Oh and a solid plan to get rich with Golden Biker. He hadn t felt this good in ages. He was filled with the desire to tell everyone he met how wonderful everything was and how perfect life could be.

Hell he could have kissed the whole world even that stuffy suit sitting next to him Clouds man aren t they beautiful Yes indeed Did you ever think how it would be if you could fly I mean like really fly with your arms out like Superman. Right through the clouds. Man wouldn t that be awesome Terrific thought Gerd while trying to avoid eye contact with his neighbour.

Why is it always me that gets to sit beside the lunatic Gerd s day was already a complete disaster. In fact the whole mess had begun the afternoon before when he received a phone call from the executive board of the pharmaceutical company he worked for. Negotiations with Bombay had come to a standstill. It was a challenge for Gerd who three months earlier had set the whole thing in motion. After a series of tough negotiations India Medical Enterprises had finally agreed to buy up the pharmaceutical company s complete stock of Hormonium Forte.

For the board of Gerd s company this deal was a real win-win. If only it was harmful Gerd s boss Mr Seligheim had said despairingly it would at least have some effect. Gerd s ticket to the executive board depended entirely on the positive outcome of the deal. But alas his dream was shattered by yesterday s phone call. The boys from Bombay were now reluctant to sign the contract and were insisting on re-negotiations. Gerd had no clue what the Indians were up to. But he knew that if he were to get his hands on his own key to the private facilities of the boardroom he needed to make things happen.

He decided to fly to India right away. He had his secretary book him onto the next flight to Bombay he left his office and drove home to pack. His wife Beate received him with frozen disdain. Partly this was due to the sub-zero emotional state that epitomised their relationship for the past few years but mainly it was a result of several facelifts which severely limited her range of emotional expressions. Have to go to Bombay tomorrow morning won t take long. Yeah she said distractedly flipping through the pages of a book.

Twenty years ago when they first met Gerd had been at the beginning of a promising career. Each year the company s policy was to offer only four of what might fairly be described as Europe s most exclusive apprenticeships. Those who qualified had a ticket into top-level management. Gerd had been one of 5 applicants. After numerous tests in which his proficiency in mathematics general knowledge foreign languages and even his social skills were minutely scrutinised he made it to the next level along with just fifty others.

At this moment Beate took notice of him for the first time. Test after test followed each one more difficult than the last. Gerd passed them all with distinction. He was now amongst the top twenty applicants. At this moment Beate spoke to him for the first time. There followed psychological profiling high-pressure role-play and a course in creative thinking. Gerd breezed through it all and found himself amongst the last ten candidates. At this moment they had had their first kiss.

For the final round each one of the candidates was invited by the CEO to spend the weekend at his holiday home. Here he held long intensive personal talks with the candidates on a one-to-one basis. On the first evening he provided an unlimited supply of fine champagne or beer whichever they preferred.

All had champagne - except Gerd. He took a beer bottle opened it with his belt buckle and drank from the bottle. On their last night he and the CEO ended up pissing against a tree in the garden drunk as skunks. The next day Gerd was offered his apprenticeship. At that moment Beate asked him to marry her. He took that job as well. That was twenty years ago but it felt like an eternity. Beate s demands and expectations grew in line with Gerd s paycheques. It got to a point where the mailman needed an assistant once a month when her credit card statements were delivered.

Beate s expenses for shoes dresses cosmetic surgery parties mid-sized and sometimes not so mid-sized cars were soon comparable to the gross foreign debt of some smaller African nations. Gerd could have tolerated even lived with such expenditure. But what really made him suffer was the dried up love life between them. In the early years of their marriage the only reason they got out of bed at all was to do it in the back seat of cars on kitchen floors on living room tables even in the changing rooms of public baths.

Nowadays their love life confined itself to a passionless grope about once every six months. Gerd began to immerse himself even more in his work. To deal with her marital emptiness Beate went shopping. In short they both enjoyed a quiet normal totally screwedup marriage. Despite years of success at work Gerd still felt unfulfilled although he would never have admitted it to anyone. But as time went on a dream began taking shape in his mind s eye. A dream that seemed so bizarre so crazy he would not have dared share it with anyone least of all Beate.

A dream so absurd that he tried to talk himself out of it time and time again. He knew it would not have looked good for a respected businessman who day by day dealt with fortunes that could be counted in the billions. But sometimes when he was alone he let his thoughts run free filling out the details of this dream landscape - only to feel deeply ashamed afterwards like a schoolboy caught with his hands under the blankets. Outwardly there existed just a single clue to his dream one clue only The secret password he used to log into his computer every day.

On the evening before his flight the Lauterbachs were as usual lying in bed side by side. She was reading a self-help book Be Happy and Beautiful with Curd he was working the laptop on his knees. What will you get me from India Beate asked without looking up from her book. I ll be in India for eight hours max Gerd said wearily. I land in the morning listen to what they have to say persuade them to finally sign the contract and fly out in the evening.

How am I going to go shopping Then don t Both went silent again. She lowered the book onto her much-enhanced bosom. A carpet would be nice. Just get me a carpet. He shut his notebook and put it on the floor beside the bed. I am not lugging a carpet back from India. With a sigh he turned out the light. They have lovely silver jewellery there. I ll see what I can do. Gerd yawned and turned onto his side.

The Forsthoevers bought some very pretty furniture in India handmade inlaid with Pietra Dura. With what He was already half asleep. Pietra Dura inlays be-au-ti-ful Antique. Just have a look around and if you find something like that--are you listening to me Mmmh Are we talking about souvenirs or are we sleeping You re talking about souvenirs. How are you going to know what to bring back from India if we don t talk about it now It d be typical of you to bring something back that s totally inappropriate. Gerd made an effort to raise himself up.

Look I m only going to be in India for a couple of hours Fabrics. They have wonderful fabrics in India saris. You can use them for decoration. Can I go to sleep now On the other hand you brought me saris last trip. It wouldn t kill you to think of something different this time Gerd s left eyelid began to twitch uncontrollably. But didn t you just say I m thinking aloud for God s sake is that still allowed or what It was your idea to bring me back something from India and now I have to work out what it should be all by myself just so Mr Big Shot here doesn t have to think about it.

The twitching frequency of Gerd s eyelid increased dramatically. Listen he said between gritted teeth I have to get up really early. I ll find something nice for you in India. Okay Beate switched off her bedside lamp. Well don t you worry about me I don t really need anything anyway. At that moment Gerd would have liked nothing more than to throttle his wife into a coma screaming hoarsely while doing so but instead he satisfied himself with strangling his pillow silently in the darkness.

Some hours passed before his eyelid calmed down enough to let him fall asleep. He found it hard to wake up at eight the next morning at which time he realised that he was already an hour late. He jolted out of bed-- and stepped right on top of his notebook. There was a snapping sound as the screen developed a complicated diagonal crack. Swearing Gerd collected up the broken bits and pieces and switched it back on. At least the hard drive seemed to be okay. Trying to button up his shirt with one hand he prepared a cup of instant coffee with the other jumped into his trousers got tangled up in one leg fell down cursing got up again took a slurp of coffee burnt his mouth spat it out again changed his coffeestained shirt and grabbed his small travel bag.

He searched desperately for the memory stick containing all the necessary information about the India deal flung open a wardrobe door fished out an obsolete old notebook and ran to the garage. He jumped behind the wheel of his Mercedes started it roared out of the side street where he lived on to the main road--and was immediately stuck in a traffic jam. After an hour of stop-start frustration Gerd reached the airport only to find the company s reserved parking space taken by some idiot.

It was the last straw. Snarling X-rated curses he jumped out of his car and with his key scraped a screeching scratch along the door of the parking violator s luxury coup. He gave the fender a good kick got back into his car and set about the agonising task of finding a free parking space. Gerd finally arrived at the check-in counter fifteen minutes before scheduled take-off a nervous wreck in a foul mood gasping for breath and with a precarious pulse rate.

And now he found himself sitting next to an upgraded longhaired jackass 33 feet above the Indian Ocean on his way to negotiate with a bunch of unpredictable Indians. The result of which his entire career depended upon.

Himalayas Spring India After his freezing cold experience in the barrack yard Hermann envisaged his destination would be some sort of paradise. It would be hot humid and full of Englishmen he would fight heroically. Well thanks to his mission orders he could forget about heroic fights. Nevertheless he was still on a secret mission destined to accomplish other heroic deeds beneath the sweltering rays of the South East Asian sun.

At the very least he was happy to get out of the cold. So it came as something of a shock when the task force finally reached their destination The Roof of the World. The icy winds of the Himalayas crept through their thickest clothes turning toes noses and ears into black-bluish stumps that wouldn t function. For weeks his small posse had battered through ice and snow questioning Buddhist monks measuring skulls dangling from overhanging cliffs inadequately treating their frostbite and when questioned always answering that they were neutral Swiss.

Apart from that nothing happened. Nothing that by any stretch of imagination could have been called heroic anyway. Snow in the morning snow at noon and snowdrifts in the evening. They came across no primeval Aryans nor--much to Hermann s chagrin--any enemies to fight off. After the sleigh which contained all their provisions had disappeared into a crevasse never to be seen again they were forced to adapt their diet to local gastronomic specialities. This posed no problem for anyone who enjoyed mountain goat testicles steeped in yak butter. But in truth it was only the local guides who with child-like zest applied any leftovers onto their faces and hair.

Supposedly it gave formidable protection against the climate but it emitted such an obtrusive smell not even the howling gale-force winds could blow it away. There was one further irritant in this questionable competition between the olfactory offensive Tibetan guides and the howling hurricane namely the chain-smoking zoologist. He could not stomach the local fare and the repeated thundering flatulence that escaped from his backside exposed the entire group to an increased risk of avalanches.

That and the monotone rhythm of crunching snow boots during their seemingly endless march were interrupted only by the occasional ludicrous giggles of the two race researchers and the breathless chatter between the botanist and Hermann s adjutant Sauermann two men never short of culinary topics. My favourite kinds of potatoes are roast potatoes. You have to add some butter they get really crispy that way Sauermann mumbled enthusiastically through his ski mask. The botanist nodded panting.

There are a moments in everybody s life where enough is enough. And Hermann had reached exactly one of those moments. He stopped in his tracks and ignoring the metallic taste of his bleeding gums took three deep breaths. Three breaths in which all the frustrations and disappointments of the past three weeks passed miserably before him.

Outwardly calm Hermann set down his knapsack went over to the botanist carefully lifted away the surprised man s snow goggles then landed a fist on his nose as hard as he could. Then with a bloodcurdling cry he jumped on Sauermann in a furious attempt to strangle him on the spot. The other members of the expedition came rushing over to try and pull Hermann still blind with rage away from his victim.

SS-Unterscharfuehrer get a grip on yourself one of the soldiers shouted tugging at Hermann s leg. Sauermann s frightened squealing - Get this lunatic away from me - only infuriated Hermann more. He kept on thumping him all the while kicking at the soldiers who were desperately trying to separate the two men. My dose my dose the botanist wailed holding his bleeding conk. Appalled by this the two race researchers who by now were holding hands for protection watched as each of the soldiers tore at the legs and arms of a still frantically kicking Hermann who screamed Let me go I just want to kill him let me kill - There was a sudden crack of thunder overhead and everyone froze.

Then a whole series of crashing detonations. Hermann let go of Sauermann s neck and looked up. At once all of his trained instincts kicked into gear--he knew this sound well. Gunfire close by My dose I ll take you to courd You codstitude a public dadger Hermann jumped to his feet. Artillery Cannon fire down there in the valley One of the soldiers got up swaying a little as he brushed off the snow. It ll be the Japanese in a skirmish with the British. You can tell that by the sound of it No but we re close to the border with India. If you listen to enemy broadcasts occasionally - well ehm totally by accident of course - then you ll know that the Japanese have attacked India from the Burmese side and the British down there are in a pretty tight spot.

The Japanese are our allies Hermann reprimanded the soldier. They have not attacked India they re just defending themselves from continued provocation by the British. It s not aggression but justifiable defence the objective of which is to lead India onto the Japanese-panAsian pathway to prosperity.

Is that clear man By now Hermann had unlike the whimpering botanist and the shaken Sauermann completely forgotten about the awkward brawl. His eyes sparkled his mood had changed and a cunning plan was beginning to form inside his head. Yokto he called to the leader of the local guides. I have an assignment for you At camp that evening the group was trying to warm themselves by sitting around the tiny flame of their carbide cooker. Neither Sauermann nor the botanist had exchanged a single word after the incident the damaged olfactory organ had been treated with snow of which there was plenty around.

The soldiers had gathered around a small radio to accidentally listen to enemy radio broadcasts but all they could find in the airwaves was static noise. Even Hermann had lapsed into silence. He grinned quietly to himself at the brilliance of his plan as he slurped a watery soup made from some puny roots which had been dug up by one of the Tibetans. Eventually the botanist broke the silence. Whatever happened to our leader he asked grumpily. Where is he Hermann continued to sup his soup.

In Berlin of course where else he said without looking up. No I mean the Tibetan leader you sent away this afternoon. Hermann put the bowl to his lips and emptied it with a loud slurp. He s gathering strategic intelligence. The zoologist looked at him warily. Strategic intelligence Aren t we supposed to avoid any enemy contact We are at war one has to improvise.

If we can help the Japanese to invade India our mission here will be facilitated. The leader will be proud of us. A Tibetan couldn t care less who invades India. The Leader s a Tibetan Sauermann joined the discussion.

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Didn t know that. Hermann rolled his eyes No not our leader I mean our leader the one who leads us leads us to final victory for God s sake Sauermann gave Hermann a bewildered look. So you don t mean the leader who s leading us but the leader whose leadership we owe this here sojournment to Hermann sighed.

Let s just agree we keep calling our leader leader and the other one scoutmaster okay One of the soldiers looked up confused Which one What do you mean which one At that moment voices sounded from the radio. The enemy radio station had somehow activated itself and was broadcasting a news bulletin. According to which the decisive battle of the invasion of India was being fought right here in the valley below.

Finally he would prove himself They would be proud of him honour him. His plan would render the British a severe blow. The primeval Aryans could wait. Hermann s time had come. The broadcast ended with news from Europe and the English made full use of badmouthing the Fuehrer. All of a sudden the best-known voice in Germany resounded from the speaker an excerpt from a Nuremberg speech. It warmed the cockles of Hermann s heart. Familiar sounds from thousands of miles away.

How he longed to be back home in his warm and cosy barrack doing drills till he dropped eating thick pea soup or just looking out over the green meadows. Everybody else had fallen silent and all were listening blissfully to the speech. Listen closely the soldier at the radio whispered. The scoutmaster is speaking 6. Goa India Present The plane landed in Bombay and Arthur said good-bye to his monosyllabic travelling companion. Lining up at one of the Immigration queues he endured an interminable wait since the Indian Customs were in no hurry. They loved to inspect every single suitcase rummaging through the contents and merrily spreading everything around the concourse.

They were equally happy to relinquish the tedious recollection of scattered clothes to the passengers. Arthur endured all this with heroic patience. He was lucky not to have to leave the airport for his connecting flight to Goa. He just followed the Transit signs graciously declining the hordes of bearers trying to offer their services with the obtrusiveness of aged prostitutes. Then after another check-in he finally boarded the plane to Goa. Eight hours later - two hours flight six hours delay - he eventually landed at Dabolim airport south of Panaji the capital of Goa.

He was feeling grimy drowsy and in a muddle but he had made it He stuck his head outside the door of the aircraft and as he walked down the gangway the heat together with the hot and humid air slapped him in the face like a wet towel. He felt incredibly cosmopolitan. Dieter had given him an address the location of Bear s beach Shack - or rather where it had been three years ago. He took the note from his shirt pocket grabbed his suitcase and went out of the airport terminal and into the blazing sun.

All hell broke loose. Taxitaxitaxitaxitaxitaxitaxitaxitaxitaxitaxitaxi the hordes of waiting taxi drivers yelled at him and for a moment Arthur wondered if their sing-song was for worshipping some exotic deity rather than offering transport services. Perplexed he studied his note. Who knows a place called Anjuna The mob went wild plucking at his sleeves and his suitcase fighting for the privilege to take this blatantly dim-witted foreigner to one of the best-known places in Goa.

Someone who did not know one of the most popular tourist spots in the country probably had no clue about the state s tariff of transportation either. Taking advantage of the general pandemonium Arthur managed to jump into a small three-wheeler tuc-tuc that had just dropped a passenger. The driver not quite believing his luck stared at Arthur with big eyes while the yelling mob of taxi drivers came rushing towards the tuc-tuc.

Sir please get out tuc-tuc much too small Please take my car I have AC I am having AC also plus I show you points of interest Arthur was tossed around in the back seat. He had to scream to make himself heard over the din. Just step on the gas man The small yellow-black tuc-tuc sputtered into action and off they went. Exhausted Arthur bent over the armrest but soon the airstream perked him up. How long until Anjuna he yelled to the front. No problem Sir immediately we getting there the driver assured him only to stop at a gas station. Three hours later having made several wide circles around Anjuna which unbeknownst to Arthur lay only 12 miles from the airport.

Sunil the driver began to feel sorry for this very stupid foreigner who by the looks of it had not even realised that by now they had passed one colourfully painted temple elephant for the fourth time. Oh how nice an elephant his passenger had exclaimed in excitement all three times before returning his delighted eyes to the green of the rice paddies. Sir you come India first time Sunil asked in a singsong voice so typical of spoken English in India. How did you know Sunil performed a vague head wiggle How you like India so far Very nice I didn t know there were so many elephants Yes Sir immediately we getting there Sunil turned off the main road and minutes later they reached Anjuna.

The silly foreigner had paid more than 15 times the normal fare without batting an eyelid. Some people Sunil thought really did not deserve any better. Please welcome to India Sir he said as he pocketed the money. You will be making many new experiences At precisely 3 41 pm Arthur discovered the beach shack from his description. At 3 42 pm he was driving a stolen motorbike followed by a longhaired freak who himself was being followed by a gang of Indian Mafiosi while simultaneously in the background said beach shack was going up in a blaze of fire.

And this happened thus It was Wednesday and Wednesdays were not so good. Every Wednesday the famous Hippie Flea Market took place at the beach of Anjuna attracting thousands of tourists from all over the country to the tiny spot. This in itself of course was good for business. Eventually visitors would get hungry and because most package tourists from the holiday hotels in Calangute and Baga did not trust the Indian- or Portuguese-influenced food in Goa Bear s beach side snack bar became packed to the rafters on Wednesdays.

In that sense Wednesdays were good. What was not so good on Wednesdays was a tedious ritual Shaki boss of the local gang of goondas - petty thieves blackmail artists and protection racketeers - and owner of an exceedingly oily centre parting always chose Wednesday to visit Bear s snack shack. To have to pay protection money in order to keep selling his sausages at this prime location without any hassle somehow made sense to Bear.

What he could not get his head around - and what really pissed him off--was Shaki s rock-solid conviction that Bear s curry sausage was rubbish. Actually Bear s curry sausage was pretty good. Not great not outstanding just what you would expect a typical curry sausage to taste like.

In Germany that is. But this was not Germany. It was India and Indians like Shaki claimed to be experts in the curry department. And they considered every non-Indian to be a total washout. Every Wednesday Shaki accompanied by two of his boys paid a visit to Bear s beach shack. Their martial demeanour did not leave an impression on Bear not any more. Not after three years of every Wednesday Shaki making his rounds.

Usually Shaki got out of the car trying to look sinister and dangerous. He would stride over to Bear s shack and with a snarl receive a sealed envelope containing the agreed sum. He never counted the money they had been business partners for a long time. And then this Indian fellow always ordered a curry sausage The first time Bear bent over backwards to fetch the best sausage in the house and applied a lot of effort in preparing it.

Shaki took one bite - and instantly spat it out. Bear what you do to this sausage You must make it better Like this you will not sell one single piece But that s where Shaki was wrong. Tourists loved Bear s sausage. Like the German Bakery next door he filled a market niche. Nevertheless every Wednesday Shaki would spit a chunk of curry sausage right across the shack and complain either about the sausage or the preparation but mostly about the curry.

See study o f New Covenant in the Old Testament. Yes, Israel has been intractably disobedient, stubborn and rebellious for centuries and even in our present century where most of modern Israel is secular, with a smaller per cent of Orthodox but unsaved and with an even smaller percentage of born again Jews A number that by all reports is definitely increasing in recent years - the year of this writing is But God is faithful even in Israel's and our unfaithfulness.

Abrahamic vs Old vs New. And in the same way He took the cup after they had eaten, saying, "This cup which is poured out for you is the new covenant in My blood. To wit that is to say , Jehovah is not finished with the Nation of Israel as is commonly taught in many evangelical churches today. The Church has not replaced Israel! See What is replacement theology?

See also discussion of the "touchstone" passage Galatians 6: Spurgeon comments on Ps My covenant will I not break. It is His own covenant. He devised it, drew up the draft of it, and voluntarily entered into it: It is not a man's covenant, but the Lord claims it as His own. It is an evil thing among men for one to be a "covenant breaker", and such an opprobrious epithet shall never be applicable to the Most High.

Nor alter the thing that is gone out of my lips. Alterations and afterthoughts belong to short sighted beings who meet with unexpected events which operate upon them to change their minds, but the Lord who sees everything from the beginning has no such reason for shifting his ground. He is besides immutable in his nature and designs, and cannot change in heart, and therefore not in promise. A word once given is sacred; once let a promise pass our lips and honesty forbids that we should recall it, -- unless indeed the thing promised be impossible, or wicked, neither of which can happen with the promises of God.

How consoling it is to see the Lord thus resolute. He, in the words before us, virtually reasserts his covenant and rehearses his engagements. This he does at such length, and with such reiteration, that it is evident he takes pleasure in that most ancient and solemn contract. If it were conceivable that he had repented of it, he would not be found dwelling upon it, and repeating it with renewed emphasis. This is still true -- God has not broken His covenant promises to Israel and will fulfill them fully in the Messianic Age when He reigns on earth.

C H Spurgeon -Then the angel passed on to mention the mercies guaranteed to them: If indeed you are a believer in the Lord Jesus Christ, the Lord has pledged himself to make you perfect and to bring you home to himself with exceeding great joy. You shall not perish. Will you wander away from him who passes by your iniquity, transgression, and sin, and does not let his anger smoke against you for ever-he to whom you are joined in an everlasting wedlock which shall never know a divorce? Canst thou offend against such love as this?

Canst thou break with God when he declares that he will never break with you? The angel pleads this longsuffering, eternally-enduring love, and pleads it well. I know of no two greater arguments than mercy received and mercy promised. Let us not sin against these. May the Holy Spirit hold us fast with these cords of love. Sin will take you further than you ever wanted to stray, It'll keep you longer than you ever thought you'd stay, And will cost you more than you ever dreamed that you would pay!

In short, Gilgal was the place where the blessings were, where the victories were, where the people were surrendered to do what God had told them to do. Do you see the picture of the cost that comes when you choose to begin to entertain sin in your life, becoming partially obedient that subtle, nominal Christianity that's invaded America and you move from the place of victory, the place of blessing to the place of mourning, to the place of weeping.

Have you been at Gilgal in your life, only to move to Bochim and God had to come back to you again and bring you out of it? LXX adds "neither shall you worship their gods… destroy their graven images," See Covenant: You shall make no covenant with them and show no favor to them. In this context cutting a covenant with the Canaanites would be tantamount to making a peace treaty, a treaty which would entail common worship and intermarriage. Not a "good thing" for God's holy people to do. Don't cut covenant with the enemy remember covenant speaks of oneness, of identity with the one you are in covenant with.

If you do cut covenant it will become a snare in your midst Ex Even godly Joshua "blew it" on this one Joshua 9: We read this story, and we think, How foolish these Israelites were not to obey the commandment of God! God says that it is these little things that we accommodate ourselves to and compromise with that eventually defeat us and destroy us!

We cannot afford to settle for anything less than complete victory. Adventuring through the Bible.

They disobeyed and even sacrificed their sons and their daughters to the demons [Ps Matthew Henry - The miracles and mercies which settled them in Canaan made no more deep and durable impressions upon them than those that fetched them out of Egypt; for by that time they were well warm in Canaan, they corrupted themselves, and forsook God. Observe the steps of their apostasy. They spared the nations which God had doomed to destruction Psalms When they had got the good land God had promised them, they had no zeal against the wicked inhabitants, whom the Lord commanded them to extirpate, pretending pity; but so merciful is God, that no man needs to be in any case more compassionate than he.

When they spared them, they promised themselves, that for all this, they would not join in any dangerous affinity with them; but the way of sin is down hill; omissions make way for commissions; when they neglect to destroy the heathen, the next news we hear is, they were mingled among the heathen, made leagues with them, and contracted an intimacy with them, so that they learned their works Psalms That which is rotten will sooner corrupt that which is sound, than be cured or made sound by it. When they mingled with them, and learned some of their works that seemed innocent diversions and entertainments, yet they thought they would never join with them in their worship; but by degrees they learned that too Psalms They served their idols in the same manner, and with the same rites that they served them; and they became a snare unto them, that sin drew on many more, and brought the judgments of God upon them, which they themselves could not but be sensible of, and yet knew not how to recover themselves.

When they joined with them in some of their idolatrous services, which they thought had least harm in them, they little thought that ever they should be guilty of that barbarous and inhuman piece of idolatry, the sacrificing of their living children to their dead gods: They sacrificed their sons and daughters, pieces of themselves to devils; and added murder, the most unnatural murder, to their idolatry; one cannot think of it without horror; they "shed innocent blood", the most innocent, for it was infant blood, nay, it was the "blood of their sons and their daughters.

The beginning of idolatry and superstition, like that of strife, is as the letting forth of water, and there is no villainy which they that venture upon it can be sure they shall stop short of, for God justly "gives them up to a reprobate mind" Romans 1: Spurgeon comments on Psalm They did not destroy the nations, concerning whom the LORD commanded them. They were commissioned to act as executioners upon races condemned for their unnatural crimes, and through sloth, cowardice, or Sinful complacency they sheathed the sword too soon, very much to their own danger and disquietude.

It is a great evil with professors that they are not zealous for the total destruction of all sin within and without. We make alliances of peace where we ought to proclaim war to the knife; we plead our constitutional temperament, our previous habits, the necessity of our circumstances, or some other evil excuse as an apology for being content with a very partial sanctification, if indeed it be sanctification at all.

We are slow also to rebuke sin in others, and are ready to spare respectable sins, which like Agag walk with mincing steps. The measure of our destruction of sin is not to be our inclination, or the habit of others, but the Lord's command. We have no warrant for dealing leniently with any sin, be it what it may. Verse 35 But were mingled among the heathen, and learned their works. It was not the wilderness which caused Israel's sins; they were just as disobedient when settled in the land of promise.

They found evil company, and delighted in it. Those whom they should have destroyed they made their friends. Having enough faults of their own, they were yet ready to go to school to the filthy Canaanites, and educate themselves still more in the arts of iniquity. It was certain that they could learn no good from men whom the Lord had condemned to utter destruction. Few would wish to go to the condemned cell for learning, yet Israel sat at the feet of accursed Canaan, and rose up proficient in every abomination.

This, too, is a grievous but common error among professors: None can tell what evil has come of the folly of worldly conformity. Verse 36 And they served their idols: They were fascinated by the charms of idolatry, though it brings misery upon its votaries. A man cannot serve sin without being ensnared by it. It is like birdlime, and to touch it is to be taken by it.

Samson laid his head in the Philistine woman's lap, but ere long he woke up shorn of his strength. Dalliance with sin is fatal to spiritual liberty. Verse 37 Yea, they sacrificed their sons and their daughters unto devils. This was being snared indeed; they were spell bound by the cruel superstition, and were carried so far as even to become murderers of their own children, in honour of the most detestable deities, which were rather devils than gods.

It drove men to be unnatural as well as ungodly. Had they but thought for a moment, they must have seen that a deity who could be pleased with the blood of babes spilt by their own sires could not be a deity at all, but must be a demon, worthy to be detested and not adored. How could they prefer such service to that of Jehovah? Did he tear their babes from their bosoms and smile at their death throes? Men will sooner wear the iron yoke of Satan than carry the pleasant burden of the Lord; does not this prove to a demonstration the deep depravity of their hearts?

If man be not totally depraved, what worse would he do if he were? Does not this verse describe the neplus ultra of iniquity? And the land was polluted with blood. The promised land, the holy land, which was the glory of all lands, for God was there, was defiled with the reeking gore of innocent babes, and by the blood red hands of their parents, who slew them in order to pay homage to devils. What vexation was this to the spirit of the Lord. Israel's willingness to carry out this command would show they are not merely hearers of the Word who delude themselves but that they were genuine, sincere, doers of the Word, who demonstrated their allegiance to God by their actions.

Failure to do so would reveal an underlying lack of loyalty and eventually lead to assimilation to Canaanite religion and culture. What happened to Israel? Simply put they did not obey God. This is hearing with obedience, which they did not do. Why have you done this? The Angel of the LORD was not looking for excuses but desired that they repent and return and do the deeds they did at first cp Rev 2: Why had they done this? John Hunter -"… the awful truth of the reason why they had not driven out the inhabitants and destroyed their altars and their worship was simply this: Something in God's people wanted what they saw in that world.

Their fallen human nature responded to the wild degrading dances of the heathen worship. The prospect of involvement with male and female prostitutes made their blood tingle with excitement. That was a totally new way of life and all that was in them cried out for this new culture. So it was that no one drove out anyone.

Imitating the enemy Jdg 2: In a democracy, the law gives people the freedom to worship as they please; and I must exercise patience and tolerance with those who believe and practice things that I feel God has condemned in His Word. The Jews then became interested in how their neighbors worshiped, until finally Israel started to live like their enemies and imitate their ways.

The disobedience Jdg 2: It was probably the Lord Jesus Christ, the second Person of the Godhead, in a temporary pre-incarnation appearance. The tabernacle was originally located at Gilgal Jos 4: It was also there that the Lord appeared to Joshua and assured him of victory as he began his campaign to conquer Canaan Jos 5: To Joshua, the angel of the Lord brought a message of encouragement; but to the new generation described in the Book of Judges, He brought a message of punishment. He had asked them to keep their covenant with Him by obeying His law and destroying the Canaanite religious system—their altars, temples, and idols.

In His covenant, God promised to bless Israel if the people obeyed Him and to discipline them if they disobeyed Him Dt 27, God is always faithful to His Word, whether in blessing us or chastening us; for in both, He displays His integrity and His love He By their disobedience, the nation of Israel made it clear that they wanted the Canaanites to remain in the land.

God let them have their way Ps The nations in the land of Canaan would become thorns that would afflict Israel and traps that would ensnare them. Israel would look to the Canaanites for pleasures but would only experience pain; they would rejoice in their freedom only to see that freedom turn into their bondage. No wonder the people wept when they heard the message! It was a shallow and temporary sorrow that never led them to true repentance 2Co 7: See term of conclusion. Thus those who indulge their lusts and corruptions, which they should mortify, forfeit the grace of God, and it is justly withdrawn from them.

If we will not resist the devil, we cannot expect that God should tread him under our feet. A snare moqes literally was a noose used for catching or entrapping animals using bait to catch the prey. It follows that a snare metaphorically is something that allures one from his or her real purpose "God's Will" , entraps and ultimately destroys the victim. Moabite, Ammonite, Edomite, Sidonian, and Hittite women,. You can know the truth, even write the truth and yet not do the truth! Solomon wrote "Do not be wise in your own eyes. Saul attempted to to ruin David by giving him his daughter Michal in marriage so that she might become a snare to David 1Sa Gideon made an ephod out of the spoils from battle but sadly it became a snare not only to this great Biblical hero but his family, who began to actually worship the ephod Judges 8: Dearly beloved son or daughter of God, is their a subtle or overt snare in your life, in your house, at your job, in your mind, etc?

Beware for surely it will turn you away from being wholly devoted to your Lord! Cast it out today. Yes, it will hurt. It hurt Jesus to die on the Cross for us, and was we seek to follow Him and take up his Cross, in a sense, it is painful to put away that pet sin, that little sin from which we derive pleasure. Do not bury this "little sin" with the handle of the hatchet showing cp Ro The only reason it has not caused you to stumble yet is because of God's great mercy and longsuffering. May we all yours truly included take heed to Peter's exhortation to "be all the more diligent to make certain about His calling and choosing you; for as long as you practice these things, you will never stumble" 2Pe 1: God charged the people to utterly destroy the inhabitants of Canaan so that they would not be tempted to serve their gods and abandon Jehovah and replace Him with worship and service to false gods who are really no gods at all see Dt 7: Wept bakah which is preceded here by the statement "they lifted their voice," refers to intense sorrow.

The verbal combination "to lift up one's voice and weep," often refers elsewhere to sorrow associated with severe loss. It is used of sorrow over the death of a child or brother Gen. In light of the context of Judges and subsequent events, these would appear to be tears of worldly sorrow not a godly sorrow which effects a true repentance 2Co 7: However see Jdg We don't see any of the Judges call the people to repentance like Samuel did in 1Sa 7: True repentance must go beyond tears of sorrow and achieve a right-about-face, a turning of one's entire life from sin to a walk that pleases the Lord.

But the reformation was but temporary, and the gratifying promise of a revival which this scene of emotion held out, was, ere long, blasted by speedy and deeper relapses into the guilt of defection and idolatry. Arthur Lewis -"True repentance must go beyond tears of sorrow and achieve a right-about-face, a turning of one's entire life from sin to a walk that pleases the Lord. So that some of those who had cried out to the Lord went right back into sin, which is hardly indicative of genuine repentance.

For the sorrow that is according to the will of God produces a repentance without regret, leading to salvation; but the sorrow of the world produces death.

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Matthew Henry -This was good, and a sign that the word they heard made an impression upon them: But this was not enough; they wept, but we do not find that they reformed, that they went home and destroyed all the remains of idolatry and idolaters among them. Many are melted under the word that harden again before they are cast into a new mould. However, this general weeping, ". After the Lord spelled out the consequences of partial obedience disobedience and compromise, the people begin to weep as they realize that they will have to live with their decision not to obey and drive them out.

One of the most certain facts of spiritual experience is that the path of partial obedience leads to Bochim. There is no joy in halfhearted spiritual experience. Are you living at Bochim in your walk with the Lord, hearing Him say you have compromised My truth and so now you will have to live with the consequences? The most miserable people are professing believers who will not commit to the Lord Jesus. They do not have the best of both worlds but the worst See notes on Jesus' clear teaching on "two masters" Mt 6: If as Christians we try to walk the tightrope of compromise and partial obedience, we will not know spiritual victory and God's blessing.

We will know the bitterness of defeat and frustration in our Christian lives. Do you know spiritual victory in your life? Do you know God's blessing in your life? If you don't then maybe you need to check out the pattern of obedience in your life. Halfhearted obedience is the path of misery. God began to punish them by their own sin. He suffered the Canaanitish nations to grow strong, so that they grievously oppressed Israel.

He put the Israelites under the yoke of those nations which they ought to have utterly destroyed. If they would not be conquerors they should be conquered. If they would not lead captivity captive they should be led captives themselves. The Lord laid his blows upon them thick and heavy.

But, before he did this, he sent a messenger to rebuke them. It is said that when a prisoner was before the magistrate the lictor began to untie the rods, and with these the culprit was beaten: But if, when every rod was taken off, the culprit was still hardened, and the crime was a capital one and clearly proven, then the axe was used; and used all the more sternly because space had been given for penitence, and the rods had been used in vain.

When the rod is despised the axe is ready. It is certainly so with God: He waiteth to be gracious, but when patience cannot hope for penitence then justice takes her turn, and her stroke is terrible. We might all want to read this description over several times until we have a clear conception in our mind's eye of the disciplining rod of the Lord. God is surely not mocked beloved. We are called to be holy - separate from the venomous sinfulness of this present evil age! Rote religion can never substitute for purity of heart Pr It would have been more meaningful if it had said they broke down the altars, smashed the sacred pillars Ex Yahweh accuses Israel of breach of covenant Judges 2: They have now forfeited the promised help in Judges 1: The primary peril, however, will be spiritual Jdg 2: There are tears all over the place.

And the tears led to sacrifice Jdg 2: So far so good. Would that it would happen more often! Yet the text keeps us hanging. What did all that produce? Is anything more lasting than water produced here? While a pastor in Wales, Martyn Lloyd—Jones was accused of encouraging emotionalism. It is good to be moved to tears but better to be brought to repentance. Such a Great Salvation - Focus on the Bible. These words appear to be a continuation of Joshua's last charge to Israel in Josh 24 see Jos Gary Inrig sounds a note of warning about "good starts" like the one Joshua had given to Israel in the promised land in the example of the story of "Bonnie Prince Charlie" of Scotland….

He was a tall, good-looking, young man and an exciting, dynamic leader. The heir of the Scottish kings and queens, Stuart had returned to Scotland to recapture the throne. George II, the British king, was an arrogant, cruel man, who spoke only German; and the Scots hated him. The Highlanders loved their Prince Charles and committed themselves to follow him and dethrone the foreigner.

At first they were successful in battle. But, suddenly, at the Battle of Culloden, their dreams came to an abrupt end. The Scots were crushed by the English army, and, although Charles escaped, his troops were slaughtered. The prince found his way to France to plan and dream about the day he would return to take his ancestral throne. In fact, to meet Charles twenty years later was to confront a tragedy. He had become a hopeless alcoholic, his body and health broken. His life had become a record of disgrace and shame, a long trail of broken marriages, discarded mistresses, and public scandals.

His former friends wanted nothing to do with him. The Scots may still sing about their "Bonnie Prince Charlie," but there was very little that was "bonnie" about Charles at the end of his life. The life of Charles Stuart is the story of a great beginning followed by a tragic downward spiral into the slavery of sin. His life seemed to be one cycle of sin after another, taking him lower and lower and lower. Sin, unchecked in our lives, has a way of doing that to us. It is possible to begin brilliantly and end ignominiously. Some Christians are like the Russian satellite that went up on the back of a rocket, but came down like a rock and required a team of searchers in northern Canada to find the fragments.

A good start does not assure a successful conclusion. Hearts of Stone, Feet of Clay. Ralph Davis - Judges 2: It provides the necessary preview for understanding what is happening in the rest of the book, particularly chapters If you want to understand Judges you must stop here for perspective, to get a handle on what to look for in the upcoming stories and how to understand the various episodes you read.

In particular, Jdg 2: When the knowledge of God and His greatness is preserved in a community, especially by those who have personally experienced God's power, faith is nourished and obedience flourishes. It is the solemn duty of all parents to teach their children and those in their sphere of influence who might be "young" in the Lord, about God and His saving work so that the next generation will know and be saved.

The most important school the child will ever attend is the home. The most important and influential theological teachers they will ever potentially have are Mom and Dad. It is only when we obey God that we really begin to experience Him personally. We may all about Him but yet we fail to experience fellowship which comes from whole hearted surrender to His sweet will. Moses in Ps Spurgeon comments on this Psalm He made known his ways unto Moses.

Moses was made to see the manner in which the Lord deals with men; he saw this at each of the three periods of his life, in the court, in retirement, and at the head of the tribes of Israel. To him the Lord gave specially clear manifestations of his dispensations and modes of ruling among mankind, granting to him to see more of God than had before been seen by mortal man, while he cornmaned with him upon the mount. His acts unto the children of Israel. They saw less than Moses, for they beheld the deeds of God without understanding his method therein, yet this was much, very much, and might have been more if they had not been so perverse; the stint was not in the revelation, but in the hardness of their hearts.

It is a great act of sovereign grace and condescending love when the Lord reveals himself to any people, and they ought to appreciate the distinguished favour shown to them. We, as believers in Jesus, know the Lord's ways of covenant grace, and we have by experience been made to see his acts of mercy towards us; how heartily ought we to praise our divine teacher, the Holy Spirit, who has made these things known to us, for had it not been for him we should have continued in darkness unto this day, "Lord, how is it that thou wilt manifest thyself unto us and not unto the world?

Observe how prominent is the personality of God in all this gracious teaching -- "He made known. What should we ever know if he did not make it known? God alone can reveal himself. If Moses needed the Lord to make him know, how much more do we who are so much inferior to the great law-giver? When Israel crossed the Jordan "the Lord of all the earth" cut off "the waters of the Jordan… and the waters which" were flowing down from above were made to stand in one heap. Alluding to this "great work of Jehovah" Joshua declared that…. Behold, the ark of the covenant of the Lord of all the earth is crossing over ahead of you into the Jordan.

If you ask those who had walked across the Jordan River which in fact was even at flood stage on dry ground if they "knew" God and His great works what do you think they would say? Oh how we need to see the mighty deeds of God in our generation… but it all has to do with obedience… if the Joshua the leader had balked and not obediently led them across or if the people had balked and said we're not going across, then they would never have experienced God's miraculous power.

Is your disobedience or even so-called "partial obedience" keeping you from seeing His power in your life? Why did they see the power of God? Because Joshua and company had obeyed the commands of God to march around the city He did exactly what He said He would do. When Joshua died began the days when there was no king in Israel… surely he was clearly a type of Him who was to come as King of kings and Lord of lords! Gary Inrig comments that "This verse teaches an important lesson. One man, committed unreservedly to God and His Word, can make an enormous difference for good in the lives of God's people.

One woman, living her life for Jesus Christ, can bring blessing to a whole group of people. If you will trust God and build your life on His Word, you can have a godly influence on your family, student group, or local church. That truth is written many times on the pages of Scripture. The Greek Septuagint translates " died " with teleutao means to finish, bring to a close, to come to an end or as we might say today "to bring down the curtain" on the "drama" of one's life which is from teleo in turn from telos which means goal, end.

Interesting to think of Joshua's death as attaining a "goal", the goal for which God had created him. How wonderful this would be for every believer to achieve the "goal" for which we were created. It's as if Joshua had faithfully, obediently run the race with endurance and crossed God's "goal line".

Surely he will hear "Well done, My good and faithful servant. The traditional site is at Tibneh, 17 mi NW of Jerusalem. Some scholars suggest that the consonants for Heres hrs were deliberately written backwards as Serah srh as a reminder of these pagan worship practices.

If it is disagreeable in your sight to serve the LORD, choose for yourselves today whom you will serve: This godly, obedient generation died. Joshua died in Judges 2: This was the generation that had known victory, blessing, and forward movement. There is another lesson for all of us especially fathers as we ponder the pervasive impact of Joshua's life on the people of Israel -.

One woman, living her life for Jesus Christ, can bring blessing to a whole group of people Read of Susanna Wesley's influence. Gary Inrig This begs the question "Will you be that man or that woman?

For example, after giving birth to Seth, Eve declared in Gen. In verse 32, it says that Israelite sons and daughters would be given to another people or nation cf. Lack of leadership and forgetting of history lead to self-centered life where wrong looks right… Black looks White… Upside down looks right sided up! Within only one generation after entering Canaan, the Israelites began to practice blatant idolatry. The lesson is clear to all of us -- Even within one lifetime, idolatry is always only a heartbeat away. Each generation must learn and remember what God has done to show He is truly the only God.

This means that the parents must teach their children would Who the Lord is and what His works are. If not they are at risk of forsaking God and pursuing ungodliness! Did not - This is a sad refrain in the book of Judges and I fear too often in our lives [including mine! You feel historically impoverished when you read it. A generation like that is the weight that time must carry. A generation like that is the burden of the ages. A generation like that lets history die. They forgot about Abraham. They forgot about Israel, Jacob. They forgot about Moses. They forgot about Joshua. And they forsook the Lord.

No wonder they fell into apostasy, and into skepticism, and into unbelief, and into endemic powerlessness. For religion is historically conditioned and connected. It happens in a time, and in a place, and in a day, and in a year. The real faith, the real religion of God binds us to the past in order that we may be ready for the future. And no generation of people can forget their past and be worthy of any kind of a future. And that is precisely and exactly what is happening today in America.

We have a generation rising up who says, "That is old hat. This is the old establishment. And they are forgetting our forefathers and the God of our people. Consequently, they have no other choice but to give themselves to sensuality, and promiscuity, and pleasure. It is a sorry generation, a cheap one, for no people who forget their past is worthy of any kind of a future. They had no personal experience with Jehovah! Why didn't they know Him? Because they didn't obey Him. They knew about Him but had not experienced Him in a personal way. They had heard the great works but they didn't know Him.

Head knowledge had not become heart knowledge. They forgot God [Jdg 3: The second generation has a natural tendency to accept the status quo and to lose the vision of the first generation. Too often the second-generation experience is a secondhand experience. That syndrome operates in the spiritual realm as well as in the political. Church history is filled with examples of it, and, sadly, so are many churches. The parents' fervor for the Lord Jesus Christ becomes the children's formalism and the grandchildren's apathy.

So what happened to all the godly generation that was alive when Joshua died Jdg 2: Did they not tell their children about the great works of God that the children would learn to fear God forever Joshua 4: Or did they tell them and the children were apathetic, hearing but not caring with the result being that they did not know God or His works. Why might they have been apathetic toward the things of God? It could be that the pleasures of the Canaanite lifestyle were simply too seductive and they couldn't resist and were ensnared by the passing pleasures of the pagan licentious ways.

And as Jesus said over yrs later, one cannot not serve 2 masters, for he will hold to one and despise the other, love one and hate the other Mt 6: And so they forgot their God and then they forsook their God. And the downward cycle of the book of Judges began. See also the incredible parallel with [Pr Where there is no revelation of God's Word the people are undisciplined, out of control cf Ex But fully satisfied blessed, happy regardless of the circumstances is he who guards the treasure of God's precious word.

This is why Paul was so adamant that Timothy entrust what he had heard to trustworthy men who would then be able to teach others also 2Ti 2: The Spirit anointed and empowered teacher is one of the vital links to pass on the "standard of sound words" 2Ti 1: Gary Inrig sounds a warning call against " second generation " Christianity writing that…. In , John Gardner wrote a challenging little book, Self-Renewal. His words are addressed to motivate the renewal of societies and organizations, and he is not writing as a Christian. But he too is concerned with the second-generation syndrome, and his words deserve to be weighed carefully:.

The renewal of societies and organizations can go forward only if someone cares. Apathy and lowered motivation are the most widely noted characteristics of a civilization on the downward path. Apathetic men accomplish nothing. Men who believe in nothing change nothing for the better. They renew nothing and heal no one, least of all themselves. Anyone who understands our situation at all knows that we are in little danger of failing through lack of material strength. If we falter it will be a failure of heart and spirit. That applies with even greater force to spiritual things.

The challenge of the second generation is dynamic renewal and growth. The danger is apathy and spiritual rigor mortis. Which way are you going? Are you a spectator or a soldier? When you forget the Word of God, you are in danger of forsaking the God of the Word, which explains why Israel turned to the vile, vicious, lascivious, licentious worship of Baal. The majority of the Jews of this new generation were not true believers "did not know the Lord" and as assessed from their disobedience cp Heb 3: For believers today, the first step away from the Lord is taking your eyes off of Jesus He Do not be deceived [led astray from truth by lusts of the flesh] beloved brethren Jas 1: If we do not flee idolatry of the world and youthful lusts 1Co They did not even know of His mighty deeds [Ps Note how it is quite fascinating that those men who were first filled with and thus controlled by the Spirit in Acts2 spoke of God's mighty deeds.

That should be our goal at all times, for as men see the Lord high and lifted up, and thus have a proper opinion of His holiness and majesty, then they are prepared to place themselves in proper perspective… BOWED down before His holiness. O God, how we need men of the Book today, emboldened with Your Spirit O Lord, to speak forth about Your great and mighty deeds which You have done and will do again. Lord, let this tribe of godly, discerning men like those of the tribe of Issachar [1Chr For Thy marvelous, mighty Name's sake Lord God. The works of the LORD are great. In design, in size, in number, in excellence, all the works of the Lord are great.

Even the little things of God are great. In some point of view or other each one of the productions of his power, or the deeds of his wisdom, will appear to be great to the wise in heart. Sought out of all them that have pleasure therein. Those who love their Maker delight in his handiwork, they perceive that there is more in them than appears upon the surface, and therefore they bend their minds to study and understand them.

Judges 2 Commentary | Precept Austin

The devout naturalist ransacks nature, the earnest student of history pries into hidden facts and dark stories, and the man of God digs into the mines of Scripture, and hoards up each grain of its golden truth. God's works are worthy of our researches, they yield us instruction and pleasure wonderfully blended, and they grow upon, appearing to be far greater, after investigation than before.

Men's works are noble from a distance; God's works are great when sought out. Delitzsch reads the passage, "Worthy of being sought after in all their purposes," and this also is a grand truth, for the end and design which God hath in all that he makes or does is equally admirable with the work itself. The hidden wisdom of God is the most marvellous part of his works, and hence those who do not look below the surface miss the best part of what he would teach us.

Because the works are great they cannot be seen all at once, but must be looked into with care, and this seeking out is of essential service to us by educating our faculties, and strengthening our spiritual eye gradually to bear the light of the divine glory. It is well for us that all things cannot be seen at a glance, for the search into their mysteries is as useful to us as the knowledge which we thereby attain.

The history of the Lord's dealings with his people is especially a fit subject for the meditation of reverent minds who find therein a sweet solace, and a never failing source of delight. They were satisfied with the status quo. After Joshua had led the people in some victorious assaults on the land of Canaan, God came to him and said, "Joshua, you are old and advanced in years, and very much of the land remains to be possessed.

The first generation did conquer parts of Canaan, but they left pockets of the enemy untouched. Then the second generation came along. Their reaction was, "Why bother? We have all the land we need. Those Canaanites are not so bad. We can get along with them. They were content and comfortable with the status quo. There has never been a first generation, no matter how great it is, that conquered all the land, that has been all God wants it to be. But the great temptations are to believe that their experience is either the standard for our experiences or that their ideals are beyond our expectations, and we should settle for something less.

God did not plan for the experiences of previous generations to be a diving board from which we go down, but to be a foundation on which we are to build. It is Satan's lie to make us believe that the status quo is all there is. His strategy allows us to say that it does not matter that the Canaanites have the valleys, as long as we have the high country… The first sign, then, of the second-generation syndrome is complacency about the status quo. Watch out for it! The second cause of the syndrome is equally dangerous, one God warned about years before it happened.

Praise, worship, thanksgiving, and acknowledgement of God's blessings are the greatest protections against the second-generation syndrome. The solution to the problem is not a joyless asceticism which turns its back on God's blessings. As Paul reminds us, "For everything created by God is good, and nothing is to be rejected, if it is received with gratitude" 1Ti 4: Our attitude toward our blessings and possessions is one of the most determinative factors in our spiritual health. To be ungrateful about grace is not only foolish, it is dangerous. We need to recognize the subtlety of our sinful hearts.

In our desperation, we call upon God to meet our needs, and, in His infinite grace, He does. Then, with a characteristic display of spiritual amnesia, we begin to take the credit for God's blessing. Israel looked at the land they possessed and said, "Look at what we did!

That is why the Word of God commands us to give thanks in everything. This is God's expressed will for every Christian. As believer-priests we are to "continually offer up a sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of lips that give thanks to His name" He It is essential then, in our personal lives, in our families, and in our fellowship in the Body to cultivate and nourish a spirit of praise and thanksgiving.

Apathy dies where praise flourishes. They neglected God's Word. The third cause of the second-generation syndrome is painfully obvious in Judges. It is astonishing to discover almost no reference to the study of Scripture in this book. What was so central in Joshua is peripheral in Judges.

The people possessed Scripture but chose to ignore it. It is almost as if it were not written at all. Ritually, the people did many of the things the Law required, but their obedience was based on tradition, not on personal biblical conviction. There is an enormous difference between a direct and an indirect relationship to Scripture. An issue comes up in conversation, and two people give exactly the same answer. But on the lips of one, the answer is hollow. He is peddling secondhand convictions, something he has heard from parents or preachers or friends. The other person says the same thing, but his answer rings with the authority of personal conviction.

He has been in the Word himself, studied and prayed about the matter, and heard the Shepherd's voice. That Christian know the fresh dynamic experience of walking with Jesus Christ. Beware of secondhand convictions and secondhand experiences. Don't neglect the Word of God! Hebrew word for evil is ra' which also describes the Tree of knowledge of good and evil! Just a thought to ponder. Could it be that the reason is that the leaders were godly men like Samuel and David?

Note also that the evil began with Baalim plural but progressed to the point documented in Judges Five terms, simply but succinctly, capture the pattern of these verses. They also summarize the period of the judges because they describe the repeated cycle of years. Sin Servitude Supplication Salvation Spiral downward. It is as if the children of Israel refused to acknowledge the truth that God was teaching them, and, because they would not learn from the past, they were forced to relive it. Wayne Barber comments on Judges 2: They adopted for themselves an Independent lifestyle.

He had better act like he is in covenant with his wife. He has no right whatsoever now to live independently of his covenant relationship… Wayne and his wife live dependent on one another. As you study covenant, you will see this principle that there is no such thing as an independent lifestyle. Anytime we live independent of God the result is SIN.

This fits with the whole theme of the book of Judges: The intrinsic value of this evil: Remember that although we might say that their evil was, for example, lust, immorality, etc. There are many today who do not understand their relationship with God… they do not understand the covenant of grace when we get to Hebrews 8: You may be the sweetest person in the room… why you would never commit adultery… you would never murder anyone… but in your heart there might be an Attitude that will not allow God to be God in your life and you are not willing to walk in ONENESS with Him.

From notes on Wayne's Lectures on Covenant - Covenant Precept Upon Precept -- The best course you will ever take -- take it then teach it and yes, pastors [jettison pride, put on the clothing of humility - 1Pe 5: All glory to Jehovah, the Covenant keeping God - see Covenant: As It Relates to Marriage ], and there may well be a Spirit energized spark of revival in your congregation from this powerful teaching. See the "Related Resources" Index at took of the page - follows along with the Precept Course if you cannot take it -- at least go through the notes!

Served abad is in the qal impf. Latreuo was used literally for bodily service e. With the death of Joshua and the following generation, the last living link with Mount Sinai was gone, and the result was gross sin. The result is that were enslaved, cf 2Pe 2: Israel did not merely fall into sin and break some of God's laws. They threw themselves into the sin, the supreme sin, idolatry, the sin of all sins. The greatest sin a human being can commit is not murder or rape or other despicable acts of atrocity. It is to turn his back on the living God to serve man-made gods. And thus they were burdened by the Baals.

And so it was that the Israelites gave in and sank to the level of the people they were commanded to destroy. What is not recorded here and you may not be aware of, is the fact that Baals and Asthoreths were sex deities and their worship of them involved not only bowing down before stone idols but also engaging in obscene sexual practices. So Israel soon sank into idolatry and gross immorality. Mark it down as a principle: Idolatry is almost always associated soon with immorality! The Hebrew word Baal means to be master over another.

Instead of allowing God to be their husband, His people followed "the Baals". Look at your way in the valley! Know what you have done! You are a swift young camel entangling her ways". The Canaanite religion was based on the idea that you worship your god by behaving as he does. The result was Baal worship which was perhaps the most degraded and degrading form of worship ever practiced on earth. The Canaanites engaged in temple prostitution, fertility rites, drunken sexual orgies of the most debased variety, idolatry, snake-worship, homosexuality, and even human sacrifice.

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