The story of David and Goliath is the great, timeless story of the victory of the underdog over the champion when the odds were stacked against him. David was a stripling; young and weedy, accustomed to life on the rugged and barren pastureland surrounding Bethlehem, tending sheep, fighting off ravenous beasts and poisonous snakes.
He was young, untried, and above all else optimistic. Life hadn’t jaded David in the same way that it had jaded his king, Saul. But then again, Saul was jaded by circumstances of his own making. At a time when God had commanded absolute faith and submission, Saul instead offered him a paltry faith and a kind of nervous, soft-spoken rebellion that did nothing to draw Saul into a true and rich relationship with God.
David on the other hand was unspoiled by the vagaries of human pride and self-exaltation. Alone on the frontier of his father’s lands, facing peril and sleep deprivation, David had an almost unlimited supply of time to contemplate the beauty and purity of the Divine.
God was not a mere theory, a shadow being wrapped in the mists of time and obscurity, God was as real to David as his own flesh and blood. He saw him, experienced him, as he considered the stars in the heavens above him.
As he contemplated the stars David understood the omnipotence and omniscience of God. He understood how small and pale and insignificant man was in the face of God's majesty and power.
David understood what Saul and many others in Israel had failed to understand; that man is nothing but a speck of dust in the eyes of a God who can bend an entire universe to his will. And yet, that same God, lowered himself to consider the plight of man, to care for him, to commune with him, to direct him, to pledge his son to die for him. The contemplation of these realities molded David into a man of faith; a simple, pure faith that made him a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.