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Joel 1 — When the trailer is this terrifying, you're not ready for the full thing
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nocap.bible editorial— son of Pethuel — got a word from the Lord. And it wasn't a comforting one. Something had happened to that had never happened before. Not in their lifetime. Not in their parents' lifetime. Not in their grandparents' lifetime. A locust had come through and left absolutely nothing standing.
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This chapter is raw. It's a standing in the wreckage of a nation and telling them to open their eyes — because the physical devastation in front of them is a shadow of something far bigger that's on the way. No jokes. No silver lining. Just a wake-up call that demands an answer.
opens with a question — has anything like this EVER happened before? The answer is no. And he says this disaster needs to be passed down through the generations. Don't forget what you saw.
"Listen up, elders. Pay attention, everyone in the land. Has anything like this happened in your lifetime — or your parents' lifetime? Tell your children. Let your children tell their children. Let their children tell the next generation."
Wave after wave of locusts came through. What one swarm left behind, the next one devoured. What that one left, another wave ate. And whatever scraps remained after that — the last swarm finished it off. Four waves. Total destruction. Nothing was left. 💀
starts by calling out the people who were too checked out to notice. The wine drinkers. The ones numbing themselves while everything collapsed around them:
"Wake up, you who've been drinking, and weep. Wail — because the sweet wine has been cut off from your mouth."
Then comes the imagery that makes this plague sound less like an insect problem and more like an invasion. A nation has come up against the land — powerful and beyond counting. Their teeth are lion's teeth. They have the fangs of a lioness. They stripped the vines bare. They splintered the fig trees. They peeled the bark off and left the branches white and exposed.
This wasn't just a bad harvest. This was annihilation. The land was unrecognizable. ⚡
shifts the tone to pure . He tells the nation to grieve like a young woman mourning a fiancé who died before the wedding:
"Lament like a bride in sackcloth — grieving the man she was supposed to marry."
The and the drink offering have been cut off from the . The are mourning. The ministers of the Lord are devastated. The fields are destroyed. The ground itself mourns. The grain — gone. The wine — dried up. The oil — withered.
When the offerings stop, stops. The devastation wasn't just economic — it hit the spiritual life of the nation at its core. 💔
turns to the farmers and vineyard workers — the people whose entire livelihood was built on what the land produced:
"Be ashamed, you farmers. Wail, you who tend the vineyards — because the wheat and the barley are gone. The harvest has perished."
The vine dried up. The fig tree withered. Pomegranate, palm, apple — every tree in the field, dried out. And then Joel lands this devastating line: gladness itself has dried up from the people. It wasn't just the crops. The was gone too. When everything you depend on disappears, the emptiness hits different.
Now pivots from describing the disaster to telling the people what to do about it. And his instructions are directed at the spiritual leaders first:
"Put on sackcloth and lament, O priests. Wail, you who serve at the altar. Sleep in sackcloth, ministers of God — because the grain offering and drink offering have been withheld from the house of your God."
Then comes the command to the whole nation:
"Consecrate a fast. Call a solemn assembly. Gather the elders and everyone in the land to the house of the Lord your God — and cry out to the Lord."
Joel is calling for corporate . Not just private prayer. Not just individual guilt. He's saying: everyone needs to stop what they're doing, come together, and cry out to God. This is an all-hands emergency. 🙏
Here reveals what this plague is really about. It's not just locusts. It's a preview:
"Alas for the day — for the Day of the LORD is near. As destruction from the Almighty, it comes."
The food is gone. and gladness have vanished from God's house. The seeds are shriveling under the dirt. The storehouses are empty. The granaries are demolished because there's nothing left to store. Even the animals are suffering — the cattle are confused because there's no pasture. The flocks of sheep are wasting away.
Joel is saying: what you're seeing with your eyes right now? This is what it looks like when God's draws near. The locust was devastating, but it's a shadow of something far greater. The will be cosmic in scale. And it's coming. 🔥
The chapter ends with himself crying out. After calling everyone else to , he models what it looks like:
"To you, O Lord, I call. Fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness. Flame has burned every tree in the field. Even the animals pant for you — because the water brooks have dried up, and fire has consumed the pastures."
Everything alive is groaning. The land. The animals. The people. Even creation itself is reaching toward God because there is nowhere else to turn. Joel doesn't wrap this up with a neat bow. He ends chapter 1 in the ashes — crying out, waiting, desperate.
That's where real starts. Not from a place of comfort, but from a place of having nothing left. 🙏