The Shepherd Faces a Giant

"David," an employee called to the young lad strolling around the perimeter of his flock of sheep. "Your father wants you!"
"Sure, Kale. Keep an eye on the flock while I see what's up."
Before the younger had a chance to answer David was off like an arrow and eagerly searching for his father.
"Hi, Dad, did you call me?"
"Sure did, son." Jesse gazed fondly at his enthusiastic son. "I have a special errand for you."
David's eyes lit up.
     "I want you to go down to the battle site and see how your brothers are faring."
His face clouded.

               "I haven't heard from them for a long time.
 Your mother prepared a nice parcel of food for
you to bring to them.Take some of this fine,
homemade cheese to the captain of their thousand. Here is an ephah of parched corn and ten loaves of your Mother's good bread."
 "See the battle? Oh, boy!" He eagerly
reached for the parcel.
  " It's too late to start, now, David. Wait til first light."
David's face fell, but he was an obedient lad. Perhaps he spent a restless night waiting for it to get light enough to head across country.

    "Be careful, son!"
  "Sure, Dad, I will! Bye, Mom!"
Perhaps he snatched up a handful of sweet, tender dates to munch on the way then with a final wave, hurried down the road.
 I wonder what he first thought when he saw that giant pacing up and down in front of His People. His wonderful Israelite brethern. I suspect anger stirred within his bosom that that Beast of a Man was causing the people of the Living God to cower. Without a thought for His own safety, I see him flying across that rugged terrain whirling the sling in one hand then letting that stone fly. Wow! What confidence! What accuracy! What faith in God! And that giant fell!
What kind of giants do you want me to tackle, Lord.