Then David and all the men with him took hold of their clothes and tore them. They mourned and wept and fasted till evening for Saul and his son Jonathan, and for the army of the Lord and for the nation of Israel, because they had fallen by the sword. (2 Samuel 1: 11-12)
David’s trial was over. The one who pursued relentlessly to kill him, was dead.
In one instant, David was freed from years of uncertainty, a lifetime of running and the shame of hiding. And now his stalker was dead –but what did David do? He mourned!
…in spirit and in truth, David mourned.
David’s heart was truly entwined in the heart of God. It wasn’t worked up, or faked… David’s grief was real. When he heard of Saul’s demise, he didn’t see a hated enemy defeated, he saw God’s chosen one slain – a mighty one fallen.
Through all the years, David had looked to his big God to map out each step of his way,
and God, through all the years, was faithful each day – giving David a much. bigger. view.
I can’t help but be amazed by David.
Had a maniac been chasing me, terrorizing me, and stealing years off my life, I would have whooped and hollered when he was gone. And I would have “Glory, Hallelujah-ed” that God had (finally) come through for me. (Then I probably would have tried hard to not mumble under my breath, “What TOOK him so long?!”)
But not David. No, David looked beyond the everyday ‘in your face’ reality. David looked to the heart of God. David saw his ‘enemy’ as God’s beloved.
And, consequently, David willingly embraced temporary ‘inconvenience’ — even for what he often couldn’t understand.
But God understood.
And David knew it.
So David waited, and wrote, and poured out his heart in songs and worship…
And the Lord was pleased… and the view got bigger.
Lord, I don’t have any other words except to simply ask: I want a heart like David’s.