David left Gath and escaped to the cave of Adullam. When his brothers and his father’s household heard about it, they went down to him there. 2 All those who were in distress or in debt or discontented gathered around him, and he became their commander. About four hundred men were with him. (1 Samuel 22:1-2)
David, a man after the Lord’s heart – the shepherd boy who would be king, God’s chosen and anointed one…was running for his life.
Or was he?
All those who were in distress or in debt or discontented gathered around him, and he became their commander.
…Looks like David was running for other lives, more than just his own.
How many times does it feel like we go through ‘stuff’ all alone, for no other apparent reason than to toughen our flabby faith?
Distress. Debt. Discontentment. Despair. Doubt. Disappointment… Distraught. Distracted. Disillusioned.
But the honest truth is God never left David. He was still there, talking, leading, guiding. In the darkest and longest of nights: God. still. had. David’s. back.
And deep in the most protected part of his heart, David knew it.
But life wasn’t much fun anymore. No giant-killing glory. No wild-dancing celebrations. He was being hunted, chased- hounded for slaughter. His thousands of cheering groupies had morphed into 400 distressed, creditor-hounded misfits. Discontents…who desperately needed him. Needed the hope he stood for – the Truth he still so doggedly believed. Needed the inside track to this God who David – despite all – still followed, this God he still loved…
“Maybe, if David still believes – down here, hiding in the pits with us – just maybe we can believe too.”
When the rubber meets the road. When things get tough. When you’re handed those darn lemons… When all you feel like you’re doing is running for your life and looking for the next dark cave to hide… God says look up. Look at me. I love you. Remember. Hold on. Your life matters. There is purpose.
Follow after me… there’s people who need a friend in the trenches. I did not come for the healthy, but for the sick… and I need a leader, leading them home.
Jesus, in good times, yes, but mostly in the ‘bad’, either my life points to you, or it doesn’t. Lord but I want it to. Always. No matter what, I want it to.