So, there was a war between the Philistines and Israel. David and his men went to fight but David became exhausted. Then this warrior from the Philistines with an insanely heavy spear and a brand new armor announced that he would kill David but one of David’s men, Abishai, came to the rescue and killed the Philistine.
Now this freaked David’s men out and they told David to stay put, that if he died, it was like the lamp of Israel being snuffed out.
And so whenever a warrior arose from the Philistines one of David’s men killed them and David was safe. Their names were the aforementioned Abishai, Sibbecai, Elhanan, and Jonathan.
2 Samuel 21:15-22 (SKV)
So at this point David was already pretty old, but being the kind of leader that he was, he entered into the battlefield. The Philistines were out for him, they were gonna kill him. But David’s servants protected him by standing with him and protecting him and killing those who were trying to kill David.
Now I don’t particularly like this killing stuff, but it’s not from today, right. It’s from thousands of years ago. Not that God ever endorsed killings but it’s weird! Anyways, the Israelites believed David to be the Light of Israel and therefore watched over him, physically, to make sure that the light did not go out. This can be compared to the lamp that is trimmed and burning in the Holy Place. And just like the light in the Holy Place which represents God’s presence, David’s ‘light’ represents the life of Israel.
That’s not the part that really hits home though. What hits home is that although David was close to collapsing in his age and weariness, and really didn’t have the strength to fight, he remained the LIGHT of Israel.
So, a life with God, is like a light that never goes out. No matter what the circumstance, when we are with God, the light of God in us never goes out. We continue to shine in the darkest nights, in the sootiest lamp, the light has not died. It may not shine far and bright as it does on a clear summer, or fill a room with brightness, but it does fill it with light, more light than darkness, no matter how dark it feels.
In other words, no matter how shitty I feel right now, and everything seems to be piling on, and there seems to be no grace, and I feel trapped in a vicious cycle, and I don’t really feel like I’m with God, God is with me and that light in me is still burning bright – it just can’t be seen in my current circumstance.
And David was real blessed to have these four soldiers that did not fear the giant and protected him by putting themselves on the line. Right now, I am not that blessed. Not in a physical capacity.
But it is hopeful to know that there is light, right? That the light is still there, even in the darkest nights.