I love to cheer for the underdog. Maybe that is why the story of David and Goliath is so captivating. My favorite portrayal of this Biblical action showdown is in the VeggieTales version of Dave and the Giant Pickle.
Little Dave played by Junior Asparagus finds his “warrior” brothers cowering and hiding along with King Saul and the Israelites. The giant pickle, Goliath, taunts the army of Lord. Little Dave gets fired up. God’s honor and power is in question. He sizes up the big problem, an enormous boxing pickle. Even though he is little, Dave trusts that God is bigger and able to defeat his enemy. With God, all things are possible even when it looks hopeless.
I want to be a David. But, honestly, sometimes I can relate more to his brothers who tried to avoid making eye contact with the giant. Either
paralyzed by fear or pretending all is fine when it really is not.
Circumstances taunt me, enticing me to run scared. To give up. To compromise. To believe a lie. To doubt my God…to doubt His power, His love and His goodness.
1 Samuel 17:45-46
David said to the Philistine [Goliath], “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 deliver you into my hands…”
David faced the giant with five smooth stones and a slingshot. One small boy, one stone, the One True God and an enemy falling down to defeat.
If it had taken two stones, would David still have believed? If David was loading the fifth stone into his slingshot, would his resolve have been as great?
Hypothetical, philosophical type questions with no real answers. I do know that David was a man after God’s own heart. His character consistently reflected an abiding trust in a faithful God.
Twelve days ago, Chloe began the prednisone for her current flare of ulcerative colitis. Nine days ago, she and I resumed the Specific Carbohydrate Diet.
Friday night she went snow tubing, an activity she missed the year before because she felt too sick to go. She had a fantastic time flying down the slope, giggling and laughing with a friend. No panicked bathroom trips interrupted her adventure.
I thought just maybe she had turned a corner. It was wonderful.
Saturday morning, however, the new found health, came to an abrupt halt. Bloody, frequent stools resumed.
I want to cower. I want to hide. Maybe if I don’t look the giant in the eyes, the symptoms will go away. But what I see is unavoidable.
I feel like I have loaded the fifth and final stone in my slingshot. But my resolve isn’t as strong as with the first stone. Victory has not been easy to secure.
Chloe’s care and treatment has been such a winding path. There have been improvements and setbacks. Never since this whole thing began has it become easy or simple. Never has it felt stable or finished.
Like David, I size up my giant. Ulcerative Colitis in my sweet little girl looks so big. The symptoms of pain, urgency, bloody diarrhea, and anemia. The threat of flat growth curves now. Potential surgery and increased risk of colon cancer in the future.
I do not know what victory will look like. I do not know what form healing will take. I believe that God is good, and I trust that He is able.
So like David, I face the giant. I conclude that measured against the greatness of my God, ulcerative colitis cannot defeat us.
The Lord is my light and my salvation- so why should I be afraid? The Lord is my fortress, protecting me from danger, so why should I tremble?