September 14, 1966
Jocie Brooke here reporting from Hollyhill, Kentucky. Dad preached yesterday about David and Goliath. I’m sure you know the story. I certainly do. I’ve been hearing it ever since I can remember in Sunday school and Bible School. But I can’t remember Dad ever actually preaching a whole sermon on it. When I asked Dad about that, he said he supposed the Lord had never told him to preach about it before. I asked him why did he think the Lord wanted him to preach it this week. He thought about that for a while and finally said he didn’t know.
“You have to trust what the Lord lays on your heart,” he said. “I don’t have to know who in our church needed to hear about David and his faith. But somebody who heard the sermon must have some giants to slay. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was you. Maybe it was somebody else. That’s the Lord’s business. My business is to listen and follow where he leads me in the Scripture. This week it was to the story of David and Goliath.”
I guess that got me to thinking. Could it have been me the Lord wanted to hear that story? I’ve already heard it who knows how many times, but Dad says the Scripture can speak fresh to us every time we read it. That the Word of the Lord is powerful. So do I have a giant to kill? I don’t think so. At least not now. Dad also says the seed of a Bible story can be planted in your head and then days, weeks, even years later it can be there just when you need it.
Whoever needed the story, I liked hearing it again. A kid going up against a giant while everybody else is afraid to even look at him. David’s big brothers are hiding out way back from Goliath who comes out spouting his challenge. But not just them. The whole army is hiding from Goliath. Nobody wants to go out and fight him one on one. Nobody until David shows up bringing his big brothers some food from home. David can’t believe his ears and eyes when all the soldiers act afraid of Goliath. He said they shouldn’t be letting this man speak bad about the armies of the people of the living God. Of course, his big brothers told him to be quiet and not in a nice way either.
I don’t have any brothers, but I’ve seen how brothers can be to their little brothers at school. Some brothers are the sweetest ever. Some brothers are always fussing at their little brothers and always thinking they’re too little to do anything. That must have been the kind of brothers David had. The fussing kind. He must not have told them about the lion and bear he killed protecting the family’s sheep. Or maybe he did and they didn’t believe him.
But then King Saul hears about David wanting to go out against Goliath. He tells him he’s too young. So David tells the king about killing the lion and the bear. He said he rescued the lambs right from the bear’s and lion’s mouths and he would take care of this Philistine the same way. I guess he convinced the king, because King Saul gives him his own armor and sword. David couldn’t even walk in it. So he took it off and went out to meet the giant with his slingshot and five smooth stones.
Now here’s where Dad told something about that slingshot that I hadn’t ever heard before. I’ve been reading through the Bible, but sometimes everything I read doesn’t stick. But Dad said that in Judges 20: 16 during a bad war time in Israel, the Scripture says there were seven hundred select men among the Benjamites who were left-handed and that every one of them could sling a stone at a hair’s breadth and not miss. Hit targets no bigger than a hair! So it must have been the same with David. He could use a slingshot and make the stone go exactly where he wanted it to go. So when Goliath laughed at the sight of him going out to fight him, David was ready. Not only with his skill but with his faith that the Lord would make him victorious. And he did. One stone was all David needed to bring down Goliath.
I can’t shoot a slingshot, but I can depend on the Lord if I do ever need to be a giant killer. He’ll give me the weapons I need as long as I face up to whatever it is and don’t try to hide or run away.
Have you ever needed to be a giant killer?