So David triumphed over the Philistine with a sling and a stone…1 Samuel 17:50
Hands down David and Goliath is an Old Testament favorite among the little lovelies every year. I re-read it for about the tenth time not long ago and the sling shot seemed to stay in my mind. (no pun intended) It’s really a crazy story when you think about it. What are the chances we could really inflict great bodily harm using a sling shot? Since I can’t hit the refrigerator with a rubber band, you can probably breathe easy if I come toward you with a sling shot because odds are good my shot won’t be within 5 feet of my target! It was such an odd weapon of choice for David don’t you think? I wonder what the giant must have thought as this very young soldier stood before him with it…did he find it insulting or funny or insanely ridiculous? I wonder if it made him angry or if he just wanted to bust out laughing.
Lately I seem to be confronting the “giants” in my day with a sling shot! Although David was able to conquer with it, I’m afraid I’m not so successful. I seem to keep missing the target and I wonder what God must think as he watches me wildly fling stones around and not really conquer the things that creep between us. I’m sure on some occasions He must have a good laugh at me; I must look like a nut throwing sand at an approaching army. I do believe I often miss the WHOLE point of the David and Goliath story. It wasn’t about David and his sling shot at all…it was about the power of God working through an open, trusting and expectant heart. David didn’t doubt, he just knew God would conquer. The truth is, David could have faced that enemy with a paper clip or a cotton ball and defeated him because it was the power of God that did the work not the power of man. I’m not so good at living that part of the story. I still think with enough practice, my sling shot and I will get better…NOT! It's not about the size of the battle or the weapon, it's the size of the faith and trust that determine the outcome.
Sometimes I add to the story. I continue reading as if the words are really there and tell the story about how David did a big end zone dance joyfully proclaiming his greatness as a sling shot shooter. Then he goes to King Saul and demands more pay and more fame and tells his story of greatness again and again. I can always count on at least two or three little lovelies to realize I’m making that part up and that leads into a very important lesson in humility. Perhaps in my own quest for greatness I forget who really needs to aim my sling shot and why.
So we’ve reached the part in the story where I need to make a choice. Either I need another weapon to slay the sinful enemies and giants in my life or I need to let someone else aim my sling shot because I am a lousy shot! Let me see...I think I’ll try a little harder to go with the second choice!
A Seed To Plant: Read the story of David and Goliath and then seriously contemplate the things you’re trying to slay with a sling shot and then figure out which ones you need to hand over to God’s precise aim.
Blessings on your day!
Happy Memorial Day!
Thank you to those who served so we may sleep under a blanket of freedom! Dave and I went to Mass at the cemetery this morning and Father Fedewa said in his sermon, "we have memories so there can be roses in December." May today be a day we not only cherish those memories but create some new ones so generations to come will have roses in their Decembers.
Blessings on your day!
… “Gather the fragments left over so that nothing will be wasted.” John 6:12
I remember the Christmas I got my first baby doll. I was four and it was the best Christmas gift in the history of Christmas gifts. I would have been happy with just the doll, but she came with “stuff”. She had a baby bed, with a mattress, blanket and pillow plus 3 outfits. When I was too old to play with them, my mom put them away. I remember finding them when I was in college and I realized that the bed was made from painted wood scraps and an orange crate Dad got from my Grandpa’s grocery store. The mattress was an old flour bag mom had stuffed and stitched shut. The blanket and sheet were from a worn out bed sheet that still “had some good left” in the corner. The outfits had been made out of scraps from the clothes my mom sewed for me. My mother was the queen of letting nothing go to waste. She always used to say “waste not, want not”. That kind of resourcefulness wasn’t just based on necessity; it was based on appreciation and gratitude. I’m thankful for those lessons.
I am often troubled by our “throw-away” society. Several weeks back the coffee maker at school was on the fritz and I was in the middle of a long trail of “goofs” so the little lovelies suggested I might need some coffee. When I told them the coffee maker was broken they groaned and said we needed to throw it away and buy a new one. Shortly after the conversation we headed to the carpet for a Religion lesson and the story for the day was John’s Gospel story about the loaves and fishes. I was struck by the words in verse 12. Coming on the heels of the throw the coffee maker away conversation, I guessed the Holy Spirit was sending a message!
What strikes me about this passage is that Jesus was capable of any miracle; He could make more bread any time He felt like it so why was it so important to gather up all the scraps and make sure nothing was wasted? I’m pretty sure there is a message there about not taking things for granted and about being good stewards of our gifts and blessings. This one little line has made me think about all kinds of things I might be wasting. I thought about wasted time, wasted energy and those mystery produce items located in the bottom of the crisper drawer of the fridg that get wasted. I also thought about wasted opportunities and invitations to act as the hands and feet of Christ. How many times have I wasted a chance to bless someone else’s day by sharing a friendly hello or secretly doing a chore for someone else? I suppose the biggest things I’ve wasted are chances to pray for someone instead of judging or sticking my nose where it didn’t belong. One little sentence has given me a lot to think about; now I need to be sure I’m not wasting time thinking about it instead of doing something put these words in action. I think I’ll take a good hard look at the way I use my gifts and resources through my mother’s eyes…I think she really understood this verse!
A Seed To Plant: Give some thought to the things you waste in a day then make a plan to put this verse into action.
Blessings on your day!
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