Numbers 13

Numbers 13 is the chapter where Israel stands at the door of the promised land and does not go in. The LORD tells Moses to send twelve leaders, one from every tribe, to scout the country, and Moses briefs them like a general: go up through the Negev into the hills, find out whether the people are strong or weak, whether the towns are camps or fortresses, whether the soil is rich, whether there are trees, and be brave, bring back some fruit. For forty days they walk the length of the land. At Hebron they see the sons of Anak, men of legendary size. In a valley nearby they cut a single cluster of grapes so heavy it takes two of them to carry it on a pole, and the valley is named for it. Then they come back to Kadesh and stand in front of the whole congregation with the fruit in their hands, and the report splits in the middle of a sentence. It really does flow with milk and honey; here is the proof. Nevertheless. The people are strong, the cities are walled, the giants are real, and the Amalekites, Hittites, Jebusites, Amorites, and Canaanites are everywhere. Caleb tries to quiet the crowd: we can certainly do this, let us go up now. The other ten answer with a report that grows as it is told, until the land is devouring its own people and the Israelites are grasshoppers, in their own eyes and, they are sure, in the giants' eyes too. Nobody in the majority report mentions God. That silence is the whole story, and the next chapter is its price.