While at the cabin . . .
I spent hours last night and today in the Scripture sifting through its pages and passages and mulling over the tragic and triumphant - confounding and confusing - comforting and conflicting - pitiful and precious - gritty and glorious life of David. Were his life a palette it would be a collage of contradictions . . .
Great heights to which a good man can ascend - yet great depths to which a good man can descend.
David was God's man - yet he was a fallen man.
His passions made him - yet his passions broke him.
He was a fountain of poetry and praise - yet often a sea of poison and pride.
He was a man after God's own heart - Yet he broke God's heart.
He lived close to God - Yet often estranged from God.
Men adored and died for him - Yet men loathed him to death.
He could be righteously crafty - Yet he could be ruthlessly shifty.
He was brilliant - Yet he was stupid.
David's Psalms were paradoxical - Raging against God and resting in God.
As was the father, so was the son - Solomon penned the wisdom of the Proverbs and the vanity of Ecclesiastes
David's story gives me hope - Yet his story frightens me.
I want to be like him - Yet I fear I am too much like him.
When all was said and done the New Testament Scriptures had the last word on David and chiseled his epitaph into the foundations of eternity . . . David served God in his generation - then he died.
In my journey . . .
Is it the beginning or middle - the highs or lows - the kudos or curses - the seen or unseen - that is most important in the continuum of life ? No. Most important will be God's summary of my life.