The beginning of 1 Kings is the beginning of the end for our beloved David. First Kings 1:1 says, "When David was old and well advanced in years, he could not keep warm even when they put covers over him." This sudden frailty, sudden sheer mortality, shocks me. David was the one who killed a giant while the rest of Israel shook in fear. He fought bravely and conquered nations.
David was not even very old by Biblical standards. He was probably around 70 years old at this time, which was still a young chick compared to the 100+ years of the patriarchs before him. But David was a man of extremes, and I imagine that 70 years of extreme emotions, extreme encounters, and extreme situations will take a toll one one's body. David loved God wholeheartedly, mourned deeply, loved fully, and worshiped extravagantly. His life was a constant roller coaster of highs and lows. But the awesome thing about David is that he found God at every point in his life - every high, every low, and every point in between. That's what I want my life to be like. I want to conclude with a poem written by Beth Moore about the extraordinary life we were called to live.
David was not even very old by Biblical standards. He was probably around 70 years old at this time, which was still a young chick compared to the 100+ years of the patriarchs before him. But David was a man of extremes, and I imagine that 70 years of extreme emotions, extreme encounters, and extreme situations will take a toll one one's body. David loved God wholeheartedly, mourned deeply, loved fully, and worshiped extravagantly. His life was a constant roller coaster of highs and lows. But the awesome thing about David is that he found God at every point in his life - every high, every low, and every point in between. That's what I want my life to be like. I want to conclude with a poem written by Beth Moore about the extraordinary life we were called to live.
Satisfy me not with the lesser of You
Find me no solace in shadows of the True
No ordinary measure of extraordinary means
The depth, the height, the breadth of You
And nothing in between.
Etch these words upon my heart, knowing all the while
No ordinary roadblocks plague extraordinary miles
Your power as my portion, You glory as my fare
Take me to extremities
But meet me fully there.
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