Whirl Wind

I guess most people see the story of David as a whirlwind of a ton of different emotions, lessons, shows of character. I mean, you take tiny little guy whose only way of living is helping his lonely dad with the cattle, and then you have a seven-foot giant whose mere height over-rules the fact that he is worshipped for his complete and utter essence of destruction.

Now, take a scale, a mere vote, and who wins?

Obviously it’s going to be the skimpy kid with a severe fetish for slings and stones that is going to knock the mighty giant unconscious.

Well.

That’s how it goes.

So here, we have just witnessed the pure existence of courage, in the form David.

And surprise.

I wonder if this is supposed to be an indirect way of saying that in life we should learn to overcome our fears, and surpass whatever means in search for reaching our goals. Basically, just taking risks in the unthinkable and maybe you’ll be lucking out? And maybe it has nothing to do with luck, but more with God?

Any who, this certain success leads to Saul upgrading David in his services, happy that he had finally found someone worth doing the job.

All the while, David is soon becoming friends with Saul’s son, Jonathan, who makes a covenant with him, for some reason or other. I have yet to understand the pure reason and need for all these random covenants, but it is God, so what can I say?

Okay, that was random, sue me.

Back to the point, David was sort of a legend. Working for Saul’s army, they used to come back from an assignment or battle with the men saying, “Saul has slain his thousands, and David his Ten thousands (1 Samuels 18:7).

Uh-oh.

Did they have to compare the two of them? Did they really have to say their names in the same sentence while visibly anointing one’s superiority and awesomeness (big word, huh?) over the other, namely, Saul?

People are stupid.

And because people embrace their stupidity and display it like a second skin, Saul began to feel a little green monster crawl up the side of his already mesed-up existence.

No one likes Mr. Jealousy (Cue singy-songy voice).

Apparently, Saul is not too big on following the trend and views himself as a nonconformist.

Because boy, did jealousy crawl its way up his ass.

I’m talking, want you dead, tie-you-up-with-hemp-rope-set-you-on-fire-and-get-high-off-the-fumes-of-your-burning-flesh type of jealousy.

The guy has problems.

But David had something Saul lacked.

God.

And plainly said, Saul never succeeded in killing him, the reason behind it completely fathomable.

And maybe the help from his best friend Jonathan when he warned him that his dad (Saul) was going to go all whacko on his ass.

But then again, that was probably God, too.

And then there’s the fact of the chopped bodies David found, the remains of Saul and Jonathan, at the end. Why did they have to be cut into pieces, seriously?

This is a story with a number of emotions in a jumble of sorts. There’s courage, jealousy, loyalty (to God, and in Jonathan to David), betrayal (Jonathan helping his father’s enemy), forgiveness, in the form of David finding Saul in a completely shameful state, and not killing him.
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It’s kind of cool in the way it seems to mix up all these different actions and acts of kindness, or unkindness, for that matter, in one simple story.

A story that might not be so simple after all.