There are few texts in the Bible or illustrations from the lives of public figures that more aptly describe the maxim that "power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely" than this chapter. After following the innocent shepherd boy on his journey of integrity to the throne, we find ourselves almost wishing that this story had not been told. But it had to be told, not only because it bears out what can happen to a man as great as David, but also because it is an all-too-poignant reminder of what we see played out in our own lives and in the world around us. It is the story of the Fall.
My wife, who thrives on organization, has a motto: “A place for everything, and everything in its place.” It’s an expression of her passion for keeping a room, a house, or a garage orderly. But I think the principle extends still further. It goes beyond just physical spaces. For what is true of cupboards and closets is even more profoundly true of a human life.
I've had many reports of the Remembrance Sunday service held at Dickleburgh (in Norfolk, England) this year, mostly about the preacher. Since Dickleburgh has a historic connection with the Americans from the time of Second World War, they always invite the American Air Base at Mildenhall in Suffolk to join them for the service, and always invite the current American air force chaplain to preach.
On the Sunday afternoon following Thanksgiving, when I was in seventh grade, it began to snow. It started slowly and undramatically -- much like any number of other snows I had experienced growing up in Detroit. The sky turned the shade of dirty wool and the flakes danced through the wind as in one of those glass balls that you invert. Little by little the sidewalks whitened, and soon the neighborhood was alive with the rasping sound of shovels. Before long the roads were filled and you could no longer see the curb.