“The Lord is my light and my salvation, whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the stronghold of my life, of whom shall I be afraid?”
Locked on opposing hillsides, the two armies hesitated in ceasefire. Who would make the next move? How would this clash end? On one side stood the mammoth of a man, a giant nearly twice as tall and double the girth of even the largest opposing soldier. His hand, sized to crush a man’s head like an egg for breakfast, held a sword that surely fatigued the blacksmith in the making. Fitted in armor that seemed to be more uncomfortable than useful, the giant called out across the ravine, “Let’s get this thing over with. Put your best man forward. It’s this simple: He beats me, you win; I beat him, we win.” His deep voice thundered through the chests of his opposers as he awaited their reply.
On the other side stood men of ordinary strength and stature, their eyes angled toward their feet for fear their king might mistake even the smallest of glances as a sign of volunteering. Silence filled the camp. Terrified and half defeated, the army waned as the giant’s taunts rang repeatedly in their restless ears some forty days.
The king kept recruiting, but not a solitary soldier stepped forward to face the giant. No, not one man took a single step. But a boy… did. The smallest and youngest among them, the least likely, the least battle tested; he was the one who trusted God the most. Daringly he demanded to know, “Who is this giant that he should defy the armies of the living God?” The young boy trusted God far beyond any fear presenting itself. He wanted to discover all over again just how big his God really was. The youngster reasoned, “the Lord saved me from the paw of the lion and bear one more than one occasion, surely he will rescue me here as well.”
The boy reached into his satchel and placed a stone in his slingshot. The sling slung, the rock reamed, and the giant fell. the boy trusted God to fight his impossible battle. The enemy scattered. God was victorious, His name and power put rightly on display.
That’s David’s story. What’s yours?
What are your eight-foot giants these days?
Who or what frightens you?
Do you believe God can conquer your impossible circumstance?
Are you willing to trust God and see how big He really is?
Read more about David’s story in I Samuel 17. Discover why he learns to proclaim in Psalm 27, “The Lord is my light and my salvation, whom shall I fear?”
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