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A David and Goliath Story
for Everyday People
by max lucado
Facing
Your
Giants
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The slender, beardless boy kneels by the brook. Mud moistens
his knees. Bubbling water cools his hand. Were he to
notice, he could study his handsome features in the water. Hair the
color of copper. Tanned, sanguine skin and eyes that steal the breath
of Hebrew maidens. He searches not for his reflection, however, but
for rocks. Stones. Smooth stones. The kind that stack neatly in a
shepherd’s pouch, rest flush against a shepherd’s leather sling. Flat
rocks that balance heavy on the palm and missile with comet-crashing
force into the head of a lion, a bear, or, in this case, a giant.
Goliath stares down from the hillside. Only disbelief keeps him
from laughing. He and his Philistine herd have rendered their half of
the valley into a forest of spears; a growling, bloodthirsty gang of
hoodlums boasting do-rags, BO, and barbed-wire tattoos. Goliath
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towers above them all: nine feet, nine inches tall in his stocking feet,
wearing 125 pounds of armor, and snarling like the main contender
at the World Wide Wrestling Federation championship night. He
wears a size-20 collar, a 101/2 hat, and a 56-inch belt. His biceps burst,
thigh muscles ripple, and boasts belch through the canyon. “This
day I defy the ranks of Israel! Give me a man and let us fight each
other” (1 Sam. 17:10 niv). Who will go mano a mano conmigo? Give me
your best shot.
No Hebrew volunteers. Until today. Until David.
David just showed up this morning. He clocked out of sheep
watching to deliver bread and cheese to his brothers on the battlefront.
That’s where David hears Goliath defying God, and that’s
when David makes his decision. Then he takes his staff in his hand,
and he chooses for himself five smooth stones from the brook and
puts them in a shepherd’s bag, in a pouch that he has, and his sling
is in his hand. And he draws near to the Philistine (17:40).¹
Goliath scoffs at the kid, nicknames him Twiggy. “Am I a dog,
that you come to me with sticks?” (17:43 nasb). Skinny, scrawny
David. Bulky, brutish Goliath. The toothpick versus the tornado.
The minibike attacking the eighteen-wheeler. The toy poodle taking
on the rottweiler. What odds do you give David against his giant?
Better odds, perhaps, than you give yourself against yours.
Your Goliath doesn’t carry sword or shield; he brandishes blades
of unemployment, abandonment, sexual abuse, or depression. Your
giant doesn’t parade up and down the hills of Elah; he prances
through your office, your bedroom, your classroom. He brings bills
you can’t pay, grades you can’t make, people you can’t please,
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whiskey you can’t resist, pornography you can’t refuse, a career you
can’t escape, a past you can’t shake, and a future you can’t face.
You know well the roar of Goliath.
David faced one who foghorned his challenges morning and
night. “For forty days, twice a day, morning and evening, the Philistine
giant strutted in front of the Israelite army” (17:16 nlt). Yours
does the same. First thought of the morning, last worry of the
night—your Goliath dominates your day and infiltrates your joy.
How long has he stalked you? Goliath’s family was an ancient foe
of the Israelites. Joshua drove them out of the Promised Land three
hundred years earlier. He destroyed everyone except the residents of
three cities: Gaza, Gath, and Ashdod. Gath bred giants like Yosemite
grows sequoias. Guess where Goliath was raised. See the G on his
letter jacket? Gath High School. His ancestors were to Hebrews
what pirates were to Her Majesty’s navy.
Saul’s soldiers saw Goliath and mumbled, “Not again. My dad
fought his dad. My granddad fought his granddad.”
You’ve groaned similar words. “I’m becoming a workaholic, just
like my father.” “Divorce streaks through our family tree like oak wilt.”
“My mom couldn’t keep a friend either. Is this ever going to stop?”
Goliath: the long-standing bully of the valley. Tougher than a
two-dollar steak. More snarls than twin Dobermans. He awaits you
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First thought of the morning, last worry of the night—
your Goliath dominates your day, and infiltrates your joy.
in the morning, torments you at night. He stalked your ancestors
and now looms over you. He blocks the sun and leaves you standing
in the shadow of a doubt. “When Saul and his troops heard
the Philistine’s challenge, they were terrified and lost all hope”
(17:11 msg).
But what am I telling you? You know Goliath. You recognize his
walk and wince at his talk. You’ve seen your Godzilla. The question
is, is he all you see? You know his voice—but is it all you hear? David
saw and heard more. Read the first words he spoke, not just in the
battle, but in the Bible: “David asked the men standing near him,
‘What will be done for the man who kills this Philistine and removes
this disgrace from Israel? Who is this uncircumcised Philistine that
he should defy the armies of the living God?’” (17:26 niv).
David shows up discussing God. The soldiers mentioned nothing
about him, the brothers never spoke his name, but David takes one
step onto the stage and raises the subject of the living God. He does
the same with King Saul: no chitchat about the battle or questions
about the odds. Just a God-birthed announcement: “The Lord, who
delivered me from the paw of the lion and from the paw of the bear,
He will deliver me from the hand of this Philistine” (17:37).
He continues the theme with Goliath. When the giant mocks
David, the shepherd boy replies:
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You’ve seen your Godzilla.
The question is, is he all you see?
You come against me with sword and spear and javelin, but I
come against you in the name of the Lord Almighty, the God of
the armies of Israel, whom you have defied. This day the Lord
will hand you over to me, and I’ll strike you down and cut off
your head. Today I will give the carcasses of the Philistine army
to the birds of the air and the beasts of the earth, and the whole
world will know that there is a God in Israel. All those gathered
here will know that it is not by sword or spear that the Lord
saves; for the battle is the Lord’s, and he will give all of you into
our hands. (17:45–47 niv)
No one else discusses God. David discusses no one else but God.
A subplot appears in the story. More than “David versus Goliath,”
this is “God-focus versus giant-focus.”
David sees what others don’t and refuses to see what others do.
All eyes, except David’s, fall on the brutal, hate-breathing hulk. All
compasses, sans David’s, are set on the polestar of the Philistine. All
journals, but David’s, describe day after day in the land of the Neanderthal.
The people know his taunts, demands, size, and strut. They
have majored in Goliath.
David majors in God. He sees the giant, mind you; he just sees
God more so. Look carefully at David’s battle cry: “You come to me
with a sword, with a spear, and with a javelin. But I come to you in the
name of the Lord of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel” (17:45).
Note the plural noun—armies of Israel. Armies? The common
observer sees only one army of Israel. Not David. He sees the Allies
on D-day: platoons of angels and infantries of saints, the weapons of
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the wind and the forces of the earth. God could pellet the enemy
with hail as he did for Moses, collapse walls as he did for Joshua, stir
thunder as he did for Samuel.²
David sees the armies of God. And because he does, David hurries
and runs toward the army to meet the Philistine (17:48).³
David’s brothers cover their eyes, both in fear and embarrassment.
Saul sighs as the young Hebrew races to certain death. Goliath
throws back his head in laughter, just enough to shift his helmet and
expose a square inch of forehead flesh. David spots the target and
seizes the moment. The sound of the swirling sling is the only sound
in the valley. Ssshhhww. Ssshhhww. Ssshhhww. The stone torpedoes
through the air and into the skull; Goliath’s eyes cross and legs buckle.
He crumples to the ground and dies. David runs over and yanks
Goliath’s sword from its sheath, shish-kebabs the Philistine, and cuts
off his head.
You might say that David knew how to get a head of his giant.
When was the last time you did the same? How long since you
ran toward your challenge? We tend to retreat, duck behind a desk
of work or crawl into a nightclub of distraction or a bed of forbidden
love. For a moment, a day, or a year, we feel safe, insulated, anesthetized,
but then the work runs out, the liquor wears off, or the
lover leaves, and we hear Goliath again. Booming. Bombastic.
Try a different tack. Rush your giant with a God-saturated soul.
Giant of divorce, you aren’t entering my home! Giant of depression? It may
take a lifetime, but you won’t conquer me. Giant of alcohol, bigotry, child
abuse, insecurity . . . you’re going down. How long since you loaded
your sling and took a swing at your giant?
Too long, you say? Then David is your model. God called him “a
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man after my own heart” (Acts 13:22 niv). He gave the appellation to
no one else. Not Abraham or Moses or Joseph. He called Paul an
apostle, John his beloved, but neither was tagged a man after God’s
own heart.
One might read David’s story and wonder what God saw in him.
The fellow fell as often as he stood, stumbled as often as he conquered.
He stared down Goliath, yet ogled at Bathsheba; defied
God-mockers in the valley, yet joined them in the wilderness. An
Eagle Scout one day. Chumming with the Mafia the next. He could
lead armies but couldn’t manage a family. Raging David. Weeping
David. Bloodthirsty. God-hungry. Eight wives. One God.
A man after God’s own heart? That God saw him as such gives
hope to us all. David’s life has little to offer the unstained saint.
Straight-A souls find David’s story disappointing. The rest of us find
it reassuring. We ride the same roller coaster. We alternate between
swan dives and belly flops, soufflés and burnt toast.
In David’s good moments, no one was better. In his bad moments,
could one be worse? The heart God loved was a checkered one.
We need David’s story. Giants lurk in our neighborhoods. Rejection.
Failure. Revenge. Remorse. Our struggles read like a prizefighter’s
itinerary:
• “In the main event, we have Joe the Decent Guy versus the
fraternity from Animal House.”
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Rush your giant with a God-saturated soul.
• “Weighing in at 110 pounds, Elizabeth the Checkout Girl will
go toe to toe with Jerks who Take and Break Her Heart.”
• “In this corner, the tenuous marriage of Jason and Patricia.
In the opposing corner, the challenger from the state of confusion,
the home breaker named Distrust.”
Giants. We must face them. Yet we need not face them alone.
Focus first, and most, on God. The times David did, giants fell. The
days he didn’t, David did.
Test this theory with an open Bible. Read 1 Samuel 17 and list the
observations David made regarding Goliath.
I find only two. One statement to Saul about Goliath (v. 36). And
one to Goliath’s face: “Who is this uncircumcised Philistine that he
should defy the armies of the living God?” (v. 26 niv).
That’s it. Two Goliath-related comments (and tacky ones at that)
and no questions. No inquiries about Goliath’s skill, age, social
standing, or IQ. David asks nothing about the weight of the spear,
the size of the shield, or the meaning of the skull and crossbones tattooed
on the giant’s bicep. David gives no thought to the diplodocus
on the hill. Zilch.
But he gives much thought to God. Read David’s words again,
this time underlining his references to his Lord.
“The armies of the living God” (v. 26).
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Giants. We must face them.
Yet we need not face them alone.
“The armies of the living God” (v. 36).
“The Lord of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel” (v. 45).
“The Lord will deliver you into my hand . . . that all the earth may
know that there is a God in Israel” (v. 46).
“The Lord does not save with sword and spear; for the battle is the
Lord’s, and He will give you into our hands” (v. 47).⁴
I count nine references. God-thoughts outnumber Goliath-thoughts
nine to two. How does this ratio compare with yours? Do you ponder
God’s grace four times as much as you ponder your guilt? Is your list of
blessings four times as long as your list of complaints? Is your mental
file of hope four times as thick as your mental file of dread? Are you
four times as likely to describe the strength of God as you are the
demands of your day?
No? Then David is your man.
Some note the absence of miracles in his story. No Red Sea openings,
chariots flaming, or dead Lazaruses walking. No miracles.
But there is one. David is one. A rough-edged walking wonder of
God who neon-lights this truth:
Focus on giants—you stumble.
Focus on God—your giants tumble.
Lift your eyes, giant-slayer. The God who made a miracle out of
David stands ready to make one out of you.
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Are you four times as likely to describe the strength
of God as you are the demands of your day?