Who Am I

Talk about being at the top of your game. Of having achieved. You’re looking down from the top rung of the ladder. You’ve won the Oscar, you’re holding up the Lombardi trophy, you’re sipping out of the Stanley Cup. It can’t get much better. Such, in many ways, was David’s lot as I read in 1Samuel this morning.

He has been acknowledged as king by the Northern tribes, all of Israel now united under one big kahuna, David. He has conquered the Jebusites and claimed Jerusalem as his own. The stronghold of Zion has become the city of David. And he builds for himself a magnificent house in the city, a place fit for a king.

And then, after a false start, the ark of God, the place where the glory of the LORD of host dwells, is brought again into the midst of His covenant people. There has been singing, shouting, dancing, and celebration as the whole house of Israel again knows the blessing of God’s holy presence among them.

But wait . . . there’s more!

There’s peace in the land. For the first time since taking out the giant, David knows rest from all his surrounding enemies. The battles have ceased and there’s war no more.

And so David sits back and reflects on his blessed estate. King of God’s people. Dwelling on a mount by God’s power. Knowing the favor of being in God’s presence. Resting in the reality of God’s peace. How full is his cup? Pretty!

But there’s still more.

David wants to build a house for God, but God informs David that He has purposed to establish an eternal kingdom for him. David plans to upgrade the covering for the ark of God from animal hair to cedar. But God promises to raise up the throne of David forever.

Talk about drinking out of a fire hose of blessing. David has a people, a palace, power, and peace. God is in the midst and the line of David will be established forever. So, if you’re David, how do you respond? What do you say to all this?

Then King David went in and sat before the LORD and said, “Who am I, O Lord GOD, and what is my house, that You have brought me thus far?”

(2Samuel 7:18 ESV)

Who am I? What else could he say.

Though David had faithfully served, and fiercely fought, there’s no sense that he felt entitled to such an over-flowing cup of divine favor. Though he had known what it was to be on the other side of the tracks, running from his enemies and hiding in caves, it’s not like he considered himself to have the paid the price and thus was deserving of the reward.

Instead this shepherd boy, the youngest of Jesse’s sons, quiets Himself before the LORD of the universe, gives his head a shake, and with humble gratitude whispers, “Lord, who am I?”

And, while I’m no king, I am the son of the King of the Kings. I may not feel like I’m standing on the victor’s podium right now, but by His sustaining grace I’m still in the race. I’ve known something of His presence about me, His power working through me, and His peace which passes understanding in me.

But wait . . . there’s more. I know the promise of God given me.

The Spirit Himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs–heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ, provided we suffer with Him in order that we may also be glorified with Him. For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.

(Romans 8:16-18 ESV)

A child of God. A fellow heir with Christ. Waiting for a glory to be revealed beyond imagination.

Who am I?

A recipient of grace. All for His glory.

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1 Response to Who Am I

  1. Carol Birkey says:

    Here in America we have blessed beyond most of the world population today and perhaps in all times. But this beautiful place here is short in His eternal plan for us. Thanks for sharing with us!

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