The other day Christy and I were sitting in the kitchen, talking about some stuff we've been actively praying over for a long time. Fifteen years. Maybe longer. On the surface, we’ve seen little change. If any. She’s tired. Worn down. Her Hope, capital ‘H’ and her Faith, capital ‘F,’ have been dinged. The look on her face spoke both frustration and hurt. “Why doesn’t God do something?” I get it. Part of me was tired, too.
But, when she said it, something in me got pretty irritated pretty quick. Not at her. I love her. She’s my precious, magnificent wife. Christy is not the problem. The problem is an unwanted guest that, over time, has crept into my house, into our language, our thinking. He is silent, insidious, crafty and evil. Pretty good at tip-toeing. He’s been whispering lies a long, long time. And he has a name. And when Christy spoke those ‘why-doesn’t-God-do-something-words,’ I heard his name.
He is face down. Nose to the stone. He's torn his clothes. Hasn't eaten in a week. By now, the whole town knows. David, the Great and Conquering King of Israel is a lying, scheming, conniving, backstabbing, murdering, adulterer. Some of his own men are calling for his head on a platter.
Next door, his wife presses the newborn to her bosom but he will not eat. Failure to thrive.
If you missed my book tour but wanted to hear me talk about "Water From My Heart," Gwinnett TV taped one of my events at Books For Less in Buford, Ga. Great bookstore. Lots of questions. Really fun audience.
I imagine he stunk. Clothes tattered. Hair matted. Beard stained. One shoe missing a sole. The other worn through. Personal hygiene out the window. Chin once high now drags his chest. His eyes scan the ground -- afraid to make eye contact lest he bump into a creditor. One front tooth is missing. Another is cracked. The chestful of gold chains are gone. Some sold. Most gambled. Or stolen. The ring his father once gave him was pawned weeks ago. He is now skinny, ribs showing. Hungry. And he's not just mildly entertaining the idea of what might be in the fridge. He is nauseas and can think of little else. The once lofty air has left the building.
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