There are times when you are in just the right place, and times when you would rather be many hundreds of miles away from where you actually are. I make my living by being in just the right place at the right time, and as I am a wealthy man, I would say that I mainly manage it. I need to know when a good potter has just made a large batch of pots, and needs to sell them on. I need to know when a smith has just completed an intricate piece of jewellery for which there is no local market. I know just when the olive harvest has been picked and the oil is newly pressed and at its finest, and I am very good at knowing where to find the best wines, and persuading the farmers to sell them to me at a price which is good for them, and will make me a very decent profit.
When you run a string of camels up and down the land of the Israelites and into the neighbouring countries and cities to trade, the thing you want most are good roads clear of thieves, and peaceful cities and villages that have nothing better to do than trade with each other using me as their intermediary; for a price of course. What you do not want are quarrelsome kings who keep raising armies and taking skilled men off the land to fight for them. Then when they are finished they have to return to their own homes, with only their skill with weapons to feed them on their way. Of course I travel with armed guards, and most of the time there are sufficient of us to be intimidating to small bands of wandering armed men, but we have been attacked a few times over the years.
The biggest mistake these Israelites ever made was asking their prophet Samuel to appoint a king over them. I have heard many times from different people that he was really reluctant to do so for as long as he thought he could get away with it. Then after consulting their God, he anointed Saul bar Kish as King over Israel.
For many years it seemed that Saul was doing a good job. He and his band of followers based themselves at Gibeah, his home town, and from there sallied out to keep the other local kings out of Israel. He was very successful, particularly at keeping the Philistines at bay, but then he seemed to get too confident and cocksure, and began to think that he could fight battles without the help of his god. When this happened he began to loose battles, and it looked as if the Israelites were going to become no more than the slaves of the Philistine King.
Things looked really bad when the Philistine army arrived on the border of Israel. They sat there for days facing the considerably smaller army of Israelites. Saul knew that he could not join in battle as he was considerably outnumbered. Then the Philistines tried a new tactic to get Saul to fight. Each morning and evening they sent out their champion, a huge man called Goliath of Gath, and he challenged the champion of the Israelite army to come and fight him. The victor would take the spoils, and enslave the enemy army. Well, the Israelites had no one even remotely good enough to face Goliath, and they just had to stand there twice a day and take the taunts and jeers of the Philistine army.
Then one day a young man, David bar Jessie came to bring food to his brothers who were in the army. He heard to challenge, and according to the story as I was told it, looked around wondering why no one would go out and fight this man. He then told his brothers that if no on else would fight Goliath, he would. His brothers just laughed at him, but eventually they were persuaded that he was serious. Even though they were worried what their father would say about letting his youngest son fight what would be a loosing battle, they felt they had to take him to see Saul.
Saul must have been impressed by David, for he agreed to allow him to meet the challenge that evening. He even dressed him in his own best body protection, which was exceedingly large for him, and lent him his sword and shield. David couldn’t even lift the sword above his head, so the story goes. He politely thanked Saul, put them all away, and went off to the river bank to collect a few stones.
I wish I had been there when this young lad walked out of the ranks of Israelite soldiers, dressed in the clothes of a simple shepherd and challenged this giant of a man to battle. How Goliath in his padded clothing, with his huge sword and spear must have laughed himself silly as he advanced towards what he must have thought was certain victory. Then so the story goes, David calmly fitted one of the stones in the slingshot which he used to keep wild beasts away from his flock of sheep, whirled it around his head and let it fly, hitting Goliath right between the eyes felling him like a cut tree. David then ran forwards, picked up Goliath’s sword, and inexpertly cut off his head.
Everyone watched this in absolute astonishment, but then when David held up Goliath’s head to show the two armies, it seemed to galvanise the Israelites, and they picked up their weapons and charged the Philistines. It was a complete rout. The Philistines just turned and fled in complete confusion. Many were killed that day, and those that returned to their own cities told tales of a boy possessed by his god who had won a miraculous battle with just a sling and a river pebble.