Heavy

When I was in Junior High I had a pair of big black baggy jeans. I think they were size 45 or something. No lie, I could have fit four people in my pants! I still think that I would rather have those than all the skin tight jeans guys are wearing these days, but that is another story. Those incredibly baggy jeans were what the kids were wearing, and I wanted to fit in. I was looking for my identity. I was looking for what I could change about myself to be accepted. I should have been looking at my heart. I have been reading about the story of David in 1 Samuel the last few days. When everybody else was running away from Goliath, David was running towards him saying "You come to me with a sword, with a spear, and with a javelin. But I come to you in the name of the Lord of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied. (1 Sam 17:45) David knew that Goliath wasn't just attacking his country, Goliath was defying his God. David had spent his life as a shepherd, talking to God, singing to Him, meditating on Him. David was angry at the right things and he stood up for righteousness knowing that God would have his back. David knew who he was and he knew who his God was. He didn't look like a person that would help deliver his country and family. But God doesn't look on the outward appearance, God looks at the heart. That's heavy!