The First Canadians
This is not the story of David and Goliath.
A whirlwind of dust and defeat sweep through the valley. As the sun beats down, our army stares across the deep valley toward our enemy. The heat of the desert is a mirage that magnifies the size of our adversary. Not a sword has been un-sheathed, but we have been defeated by the battle of the mind. The enemy beats the bronze of their shields, sending a roar of victory. We look among the ranks and there is not a brave man amongst us. Across the valley a giant steps forward. His skull is as strong as iron and his neck as thick as a tree trunk. Even if we could get within striking range for a kill, our swords are like a weaver’s needle against such a beast.
Too often we find that life’s circumstances bring us to this place, where our own strength is not enough to carry us through. If only God would send us a giant to fight the giant obstacles that come against us.
But a boy, summoned to the battlefield to bring provisions, has something that not a warrior amongst us could find within ourselves. The same word spoken by Paul in 2nd Corinthians 12 was written on the boy’s heart: “I will all the more gladly boast of my weaknesses, that the power of Christ may rest upon me... for when I am weak, then I am strong.” How could a boy who knows his weakness be so strong? Who is this Christ that He would trade our weakness for His strength?
On an earthly scale, we would find this exchange to be made of unequal proportions. What value is our weakness in exchange for His mighty hand? Unless it is a humbleness of our hearts that this so called “Christ” desires.
Throughout our ranks, not a word of optimism could be found. Until the voice of this boy spoke up with the strength of a man, and said: “Who is this uncircumcised Philistine that he should defy the armies of the living God?” Our eyes saw that he was only a child, but our Spirits felt so much more. All of our reasoning said: “Do not send this boy to his death and our demise”. But the still small voice of the child was saying: “Greater is He who is in me than he that is in the world”.
The boy looked up at us and asked: “What will be done for the man who kills this Philistine and removes this disgrace from Israel?” We asked ourselves: “Who is this boy who calls himself a man”? “Who is he to count his prize before he has prevailed? We have been taunted for 40 days and this boy who has only just arrived is claiming victory.”
A response from the crowd spoke: “The king will give great wealth to the man who kills him. He will also give him his daughter in marriage and will exempt his family from taxes in Israel.”
Each one of us was just like the boy in that we looked at the prize and calculated the risk. But how is it that none of us was willing to fight the giant? Maybe risk is Calculated, but faith is blind. Could this boy have faith in greater measure than that of the entire army of Israel?
The boy took the sling from his pocket and three stones from the riverbed and approached the giant. The giant spit insults in an attempt to intimidate him. But the boy answered back: “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. 46 This day the LORD will deliver you into my hands, and I’ll strike you down and cut off your head. This very day I will give the carcasses of the Philistine army to the birds and the wild animals, and the whole world will know that there is a God in Israel. 47 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.”
And He did...
This is the story of God’s victory over your circumstances.