Psa 144:1 A Psalm of David. Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
David would not have made a good Quaker. Being a conscientious objector was not an option for him and his mighty men. Ammonites, Amalekites, Philistines...every turn presented a new enemy that wanted the destruction of Israel.
"Drive them into the sea!" is not a new notion. Islam is a jihadi come lately when it comes to anti-Semitism.
But David came from a long line of militaristic heroes who led Israel. Joshua, Samson, Jepthah, Gideon, Deborah...these weren't weak-kneed, sissified, pink tea and lemonade, milquetoast, panty waists. Well, Deborah might have been a panty waist, but I wouldn't accuse her of weakness to her face! These were decisive, battle tested warriors who would rather fight and die and then let God's people be downtrodden.
And so David blesses the Lord for granting him strength and the wisdom to war effectively.
Oh that we might have leaders with backbones of steel, honoring God and country rather than a personal socialist agenda. Leaders who refuse to hide behind the skirts of the Speaker of the House or pander to the likes of queer congressmen.
Give us a David who knows the smell of the battle, of gunpowder, of shed blood. Give us a Jepthah who won't run at the sight of bloodshed and has the metal to keep his country safe.
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