Series:
Beloved Rascal
1
Samuel 17:1a, 4-12, 19-23, 32-49 (50-51)
July
1, 2018
William G. Carter
Israel loved King
David. The nation never tired of telling stories about him. He was a monumental
figure, the second of their kings and by far the greatest. And as my parents
told my little brother, also named David, the Hebrew name means “beloved.” Indeed,
he was, as my brother is. For the next five weeks, we are going to hear and
learn from some of the David stories, including a few that the church has been
a bit reluctant to tell.
The Philistine came on and drew near to David, with his
shield-bearer in front of him. When the Philistine
looked and saw David, he disdained him, for he was only a youth, ruddy and
handsome in appearance. The Philistine said to
David, “Am I a dog, that you come to me with sticks?” And the Philistine cursed
David by his gods. The Philistine said to David, “Come to me, and
I will give your flesh to the birds of the air and to the wild animals of the
field.” But David said to the Philistine, “You come to
me with sword and spear and javelin; but I come to you in the name of the Lord of hosts, the God of the
armies of Israel, whom you have defied. This very day the Lord
will deliver you into my hand, and I will strike you down and cut off
your head; and I will give the dead bodies of the Philistine army this very day
to the birds of the air and to the wild animals of the earth, so that all the
earth may know that there is a God in Israel, and that all this assembly may know that the Lord does not save by sword and
spear; for the battle is the Lord’s and he will give you into our hand.”
This story is the
one that everybody knows. It inspires action figures and pictures in children’s
Bibles. When I was a kid, it even inspired the Lutherans to create a Claymation
children’s show with a little boy and a talking dog. There is something here
for the kids: the little guy takes on the giant and he wins.
There is something
here, too, for the adults. The little nation of Israel, small and disregarded,
found a hero in this shepherd boy who triumphs over the enormous Philistine.
David is just a kid, sent by his father to deliver some lunch boxes to his
brothers, who were serving in the army of Saul, who was king of Israel at the
time. The brothers are in the battle lines against the Philistines, and the
battle isn’t going so well.
It’s not that
there has been a great loss of life. In fact, as the story begins neither side
has struck against the other. The battle lines are formed: Team Israel, small
and ragged, over here; Team Philistine, strong and mighty, over there. They face
one another, shake their swords, and grunt at one another, when suddenly Goliath
steps up.
Israel’s never
seen anybody like that. That giant is about ten feet tall. He’s covered with
armor plating. His spear is enormous, and the iron tip on it must weigh fifteen
or twenty pounds. And he’s ugly – the Bible doesn’t say that, but you know he
has to be ugly. So, he’s big, and he’s ugly, and he has a big mouth. While David
drops off the food, he hears Goliath mouthing off.
“I can take you
all,” he says. “There is no way you Israelites will win this war. Look at how
big I am! Look at how impressive I am!” Then he proceeds to insult them, demean
them, denounce them, dismiss them, and he makes all this noise before the
battle even begins. This went on for forty days. It was a battle of words.
Every day, Goliath was step out, strut his stuff, and insult the Israelites.
What do you expect? He’s a Philistine.
When John Cleese
and the guys of Monty Python wanted to insult somebody back, they said, “This
is just the sort of blinkered philistine pig ignorance that I’ve come to expect
from you non-creative garbage.” That, and “Your mother was a hamster, and your
father smelt of elderberries.”
Words, words,
words. No action, just a lot of words. That is all the Philistine has going for
him: an endless heap of insults. That, and he’s nearly ten feet tall.
David hears all
this: the forty days of insults, the put-downs and the swaggering. In response,
he has only one word in his repertoire: God. Goliath speaks garbage, David speaks of God. There’s
a world of difference between them.
When the giant
sees little David, he makes fun of him: “Am I a dog that you come after me with
a stick?” David could have insulted him right back and said, “You’re no dog;
you’re worse than a dog.” But he doesn’t say that. He says, “God who delivered
me from the teeth of the lion and the claws of the bear, will deliver me from
this Philistine.”
Goliath of Gath says,
“Come to me, and I will give your flesh to the birds of the air
and to the wild animals of the field.” As Eugene Peterson translates, “Kid, you’re
going to be road kill.” Yet David says in response, “You come to me with sword
and spear and javelin; but I come to you in the name of the Lord of hosts, the God of the
armies of Israel, whom you have defied.”
Do you see the
shape of the battle? The oppressor, the giant, inflates himself with a lot of
words. The hero of the story – we already know David will be the hero – speaks first
and foremost of God. God has protected him against the wild animals before. God
will deliver him from this wild-eyed Philistine. For David, it’s all about God.
This is the
primary lesson that Israel draws from the story. They are God’s people, claimed
in God’s promises to Abram and Sarah, marked in God’s covenant, released from Egyptian
slavery by God’s power, and led out of chaos by God’s Torah instruction. God is
bound to them, and David knows this in advance. That’s why he doesn’t need to
rely on all that armor that King Saul wants to put on him. He has the blessing
of God.
So, David preaches
a short sermon on judgment and then he lunges toward the giant. He whirls the
sling around his head and hits the bullseye, right in the middle of Goliath’s forehead.
The giant falls on his face like an eight-hundred-pound statue. David pulls out
the giant’s sword. It’s so heavy he can barely lift it over his head, but he
gives it a swift swing – whhht -- and
then looks up to see the Philistines running away.
Like I said, this
is the story that everybody remembers. If they don’t know anything about the
Bible, they probably still know about the story. It’s David against Goliath,
Bethlehem against Rome, the American colonists against King George, Rosa Parks
against the white people of Montgomery and Martin Luther King against Bull
Connor and his dogs, it’s the 1962 New York Mets against the 1961 New York
Yankees. We know the story: it’s the little guy against the big, well-armored,
well-funded enemy, and the little guy wins.
What we might miss
is how the little guy wins: he relies on his wits, rather than his words. He is
small enough that the giant figures he is insignificant, but his small size
works to his advantage. Goliath is loaded down with a hundred pounds of armor.
His defensive system makes him slow to move, while David is agile. His spear is
so heavy he needs a separate soldier in front of him just to hold his shield.
Not only that:
there’s recent medical evidence to suggest that Goliath had trouble with his
eyesight. It’s in the story. He says to David, “Have you come against me with
sticks?” David is holding only one stick, his sling. And the medical experts
tell us that, given the pituitary malfunction that creates enormous growth, there
is usually blurred vision.
As Malcolm
Gladwell says in his book on David and Goliath, that’s why the giant has a
shield bearer – to guide him out onto the field. Which is to say, he may be
big, and he’s certainly ugly (Philistines are always ugly), but Goliath has
some built-in flaws. With all his swaggering insults, he can’t even see his own
flaws – which could be why he spends most of his ink in this story saying nasty
things about David and his tribe.
And, of course,
Goliath, despite his probably poor eyesight, misreads the situation entirely.
He is dressed for armed combat and he’s up against a shepherd boy. The shepherd
boy has fought off wild animals with just a sling . . . but don’t think for a
minute it’s “just a sling.” He whirls that contraption around his head, lets the
stone fly. From a hundred feet away, the stone would have been hurled “at a velocity
of thirty-four meters a second – more than enough to penetrate the skull and render
him unconscious or dead.”[1] The whole conflict would have been in a few seconds.
I recommend Malcolm
Gladwell’s book. It is well-written, like all his other books, and he listens
to this three-thousand-year-old story deeply enough to draw a lot of lessons
from it. We can learn, for instance, about the importance of courage. As he
declares, “Courage is not something that you already have that makes you brave
when the tough times start. Courage is what you earn when you’ve been through
the tough times and you discover they aren’t so tough after all.”[2] Witness, he says, the city of London standing up to
the Nazis in World War 2 and still fighting, even after the city was repeatedly
bombed.
Or a civil rights
leader like the Rev. Fred Shuttlesworth, a black Baptist preacher in Birmingham.
His house was bombed by the KKK one night, and a police office pulled him out
of the wreckage. The cop said, “Reverend, I know these people. They are
vicious. If I were you, I’d get out of town.”
Shuttlesworth
said, “Well, officer, you’re not me. Go back and tell your Klan brothers that
if the Lord saved me from this, I’m here for the duration. The fight is just
beginning.” A few months later, he takes his daughter to enroll in an all-white
high school. He is met by white men with brass knuckles, clubs, and chains. They
screamed at him, called him names, smashed the windows of his car. He went to
the hospital, discovered he had minor kidney damage, checked himself out, and
stood in his pulpit to tell his church he had only forgiveness for his
attackers.
You know, my
friends, it’s a brutal world out there. There is a lot of hatred, a lot of
angry words, plenty of insults, and even a few giants. But what can they do to
us if the God of David is with us? What could ever separate us from the love of
God, which is revealed to us in Jesus, the Son of David? And what might we accomplish
if we are faithful, persistent, agile, resourceful, and clear-eyed about what
God wants this world to become?
So, Israel remembers
David, the resourceful shepherd boy who stands up to the ugly giant. This is
the best-known story about him, and we will hear more stories in the next four
weeks. The Bible moves on quickly from here; Israel does not gloat about David’s
victory over the giant; there will be plenty more ups and downs yet to come.
But when Israel
does remember the story one more time, in a glued-together psalm, written down
hundreds of years after the moment and placed on David’s tongue, there are
these final words from that beloved rascal: “I took away disgrace from my
people.” (Psalm 151:7, Greek version). Disgrace is taken away, finally and
ultimately, and grace steps in.
Grace always steps
in. The giant may be on the battle field, but the God of grace is with us. And
grace will win. See you next week.
(c) William G. Carter. All rights reserved.
[1] Malcolm Gladwell, David and Goliath: Underdogs, Misfits, and
the Art of Battling Giants (New York: Little, Brown, 2013) p. 11.
[2] Ibid, p. 149