After I Samuel 17:26-37, 43-49
His job is simple:
the delivery boy,
too young to fight,
assigned to bring
food to his brothers
set for battle. The boy
hears the taunts,
the champion’s insults,
ridiculing the army,
ridiculing his God,
then ridiculing him.
a mere boy. And
the mere boy knows
the one who wins
battles also owns
this battle, and he
places the stone
in his sling, winds
up, and let’s go.
It’s only a stone,
but a stone powered
by more than a boy’s
arm, a stone that is
the rock.
Photograph by Awais Jamil via Unsplash. Used with permission.
Some Sunday Readings
Narnia Against the Machine: Deep Magic for the Modern Age – Natasha Burge at Front Porch Republic.
Passionate Souls – poem by Aaron Belz at First Things Magazine.
Recently Immigrated and as American as Can Be – Joel Miller at Miller’s Book Review on A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith.
Advent Sunday: Christina Rossetti -- Malcolm Guite.
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