David scrambled down the hill to the valley of Elah. Across the swells he could see the living pillar of flesh 75 yards away. They exchanged hard, shouted defiance. Then the time for action came, David trusting in God, Goliath in his size.
In a sudden rage Goliath lumbered forward, expecting David to run for cover. Instead David loped forward in a sweat of concentration, looking for his chance to hit Goliath with the stone snuggled in the sling.
Intending to terrify David, Goliath clanked and clanged onward in his armor, spear held aloft and cocked, ready to hurl, his voice booming across the plain, denouncing David, cursing God, shouting defiance to any who stood in his way. On he came, a tank in human form to wreak his vengeance. On he came, the miserable behemoth, to kill the king.
David calmly viewed the oncoming menace and saw the opening. The giant had a defense everywhere except around his nose and lower forehead. David watched, Goliath continued his noisy approach, his eyes flaming, spittle forming on his beard as he alternately cursed and threatened mayhem.
Out of his lope David broke into a trot, heart pumping wildly. His trot became a wind sprint covering the last twenty yards between them. And as he flew across the ground practiced hands armed the sling, pulled it aloft and at ten yards, as Goliath readied his spear to strike, David twirled his slingshot once, twice, thrice, then let it go….
Time stood still as David glided to Goliath’s right, and re‑armed to strike again. Without need. For the stone had almost instantly crashed into Goliath’s forehead. Stopped in his tracks, he at first did nothing but look balefully at the youth, his wounded face a puzzled question, “What happened?” David’s mocking stare tapped at his forehead. Goliath pulled his eyes up to see a bump above his nose, instinctively reached to feel…and understood. A pitiful moan fled his mouth. His knees buckled, his unspent spear fell and he slowly, limb by limb, frame by frame, section by section collapsed into the dirt.
David quickly bent at Goliath’s side, whipped his sword from the scabbard and severed his head. Holding the grisly trophy aloft, David waved it to Israel. They burst into a guttural war hoop that terrified the Philistines, fleeing across the mountains and down to the seacoast towns, angry Israelite warriors pursuing unleashing vengeance to the very gates of Gath and Ekron.
Remember: both David and Goliath had power. Goliath represented the 10th century B.C. danger to Israel that 21st century A.D. nuclear-Iran poses to her. Under ordinary circumstances he proved the invincible champion, armed-to-the-teeth, powered by the best this world had to offer. No one on either mountaintop bet on David.
But…thank God for this…Goliath wasn’t fighting a boy, but the Living God. David repeatedly wound the two-stringed sling with a pouch. But God released the one string that sent the stone like a guided IBM missile into Goliath’s brain, above his nose, below his helmet. Since David’s God is now for us, who or what can successfully withstand us? – Fini –
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