On my way to the Pepperdine Bible Lectures, I had to change planes in Houston. While waiting in the airport, I stopped in a book store to see what interesting book I could find to pass the time. I found a copy of “A Tale of Two Cities” for $5.00. I’d never read it, and it was the cheapest thing they had. How can you pass that up?
When I got on the plane, the guy sitting next to me noticed the book and said “That’s a great book.” I told him I bought it because it was cheap and I’d never read it. Then he said he loved it, but also admitted he was a history teacher. Then he got out his book and started reading – 1 Samuel. I commented that I’d also been reading the Bible, but was reading 2 Samuel, but that I was having trouble understanding the point of the book. I mean, it was just battle after battle in a struggle for who would be king of Israel. There was that bit about Mephibosheth, and the infamous story of David and Bathsheba, but otherwise just a long, protracted war. The History Teacher in the next seat said “Yeah, but it’s history. We can always learn from that.”
Well of course, what else would a history teacher say? I plugged along, and by the end of the week reached the end of the book (2 Samuel, that is. Still working through A Tale of Two Cities). And here’s my history lesson: I might not face a continuous string of physical enemies trying to overthrow my kingdom, but I do face daily temptations and struggles that try to tear down my faith. And in the end, just like David, God is there to lift me up and bless me – He is my Rock.
Oh, and one other thing – everytime someone killed one of David’s enemies, he wept before God; he was always distraught over the death of another of God’s creation, even if it was someone who wanted to kill him.