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The great sandstone walls stood steadfast, fortifying the city within for decades.
But then came a sight unlike any the sentinels had witnessed—a procession circling the bastion, shofars blaring as Judah marched.
For six days this bewildering ritual was repeated. On the seventh, an unnatural hush fell over the land.
A lone ram's horn pierced the quiet, followed by a low rumble that swelled rapidly into a roar.
Cracks zigzagged the broad faces, meeting at the top where whole sections crumbled and crashed down in a blinding cloud of dust.
When it settled, the people of Jericho gazed in horror upon the ruins of their defenses.
Too late they realized no walls, no matter how massive, could withstand the power of the God whose chosen people now approached.
