Carlos Wilton, June 23, 2012; 12th Sunday in Ordinary Time, Year B; 1 Samuel 17:1a, 4-11, 19-23, 32-49; Mark 4:35-41
“But he was in the stern, asleep on the cushion; and they woke him up and said to him, Teacher, do you not care that we are perishing?’”

– Mark 4:38


“The world looks different now…. Something is over. In the deepest levels of my existence, something is finished, done. My life is divided into before and after.”

So writes Nicholas Wolsterstorff, Professor of Philosophical Theology from Yale Divinity School. What he’s writing about here is no great theological or philosophical idea. It’s intensely personal. Those lines come from a book of his called Lament for a Son. It’s a memoir of an event that seems to violate the natural order, the experience they say no parent should ever have to go through: burying one’s own child. Wolterstorff’s son, Eric, died at the age of 25, in a mountain-climbing accident.

“He was a gift to us for twenty-five years. When the gift was finally snatched away, I realized how great it was. Then I could not tell him…. I didn’t know how much I loved him until he was gone. Is love like that?”

Yes, I’m sorry to say: I think it very often is.


There are certain experiences in this life that change us. I suppose some episodes of joy do that, but I think more often than not it’s the experiences of pain and struggle that mark a person for life, that determine the course of all our days to come.

Crises, they’re called. The word “crisis” comes from the Latin, and before that, the Greek. It’s original meaning is “decision” – or we could say, in this case, “point of decision.” In a crisis, events tumble in upon us, fast and furious. Part of us may want to simply go to bed and pull the covers up over our head, but if it’s a genuine crisis, that’s impossible. A crisis forces a decision. It may be the right one or the wrong one, but a decision must be made. Inaction is not an option – or I suppose we should say, in such a case not to choose is itself a choice.

General George S. Patton was an expert in crises. He lived through a great many of them, during his time commanding of U.S. armored forces in Europe, during World War II. About his own way of dealing with crises, Patton had this to say: “A good plan today is better than a perfect plan tomorrow.”

That’s so true of crises. We find ourselves in one, and we have to act.

Both our scripture lessons today are stories of crises: the contest between David and Goliath from the Old Testament, and the story of Jesus calming the storm, from the New. Let’s look at each of them and see what they can teach us about the resources faith can offer in such a time.


David has never seen so many soldiers in one place. The Philistine army is spread out across the battlefield, ready for action – all breastplates and helmets and leather and bronze. At the vanguard, two mighty legs rooted to the ground like powerful tree trunks, stands Goliath, their champion. Goliath’s role is to incite “shock and awe” in the minds of his nation’s enemies.

It’s working – for the people of Judah can find no champion to take the field against him, not even Saul, that miserable excuse for a king.

The one who steps forward, at last, is an odd choice. He’s only a boy. His name is David: a shepherd who’s the son of a shepherd, a nobody.

Saul has offered to loan David his kingly armor, and at first David took him up on it – but, when he saw how it just hung down awkwardly from his much-smaller body, he cast it aside. As David takes the field, he’s wearing only the rough, homespun garb of a shepherd. For a weapon, he holds in his hand a leather sling: a sort of strap with a pouch at one end, designed to hold a single stone.

Goliath just can’t take David seriously. True, a great many of the battles Goliath has prepared to fight, in the past, ended with immediate surrender – the man is really that big – but not this time. Today, Goliath has an opponent, if you can call him that.

Well, we all know what happens. After an interlude of trash-talking by Goliath, David reaches into his shoulder-bag, pulls out one of the five smooth stones he’s chosen from a dry stream-bed that morning, and places it in his sling. Goliath is lumbering slowly towards him, all rage and bluster, but with a cry, David starts running rapidly in the giant’s direction, swinging his sling around his head. Before his opponent can even figure out what’s happening, David snaps his wrist and sends the stone hurtling into his enemy’s forehead, killing him instantly.

Turns out, this gangly teenager has been working as a shepherd for years. He’s killed dozens of wild beasts with that sling of his, including lions and bears. He may have looked a comic figure – clad in Saul’s oversized armor and holding a sword he barely knew how to use – but put a sling in David’s hand with a stone in it, and he’s the master of a deadly weapon. It’s a weapon all the more dangerous because it can kill before any other weapon is in range – with the exception of a bow and arrow, and Goliath is more of a sword-and-javelin kind of guy.

In his moment of crisis, David knows exactly what to do – and does it.


Our second Bible story is, of course, the well-known tale of Jesus calming the storm. You know how that one goes. The day starts off calm, as Jesus and his disciples embark on the sea in a small boat, but they’re hit with a sudden squall. So high are the waves, whipped up by the wind, the disciples are convinced they won’t live to see another sunrise.

“Should we wake our Master?” says one to the other – having noticed that Jesus, inexplicably, has been sleeping through all the excitement and the terror. Jesus awakens, frowns, and says to the tempest: “Peace, be still!” Some biblical scholars have suggested that an accurate translation of his command to the storm wold be: “Shut up!”

You’d think Jesus would seem even a little bit rattled by the life-threatening emergency he’s just lived through, but he’s cool as a cucumber. Where does he find the presence of mind to keep it all together like that?

Well, the story doesn’t let us in on that particular detail, but we can figure it out. Mark’s narrative reports that the Lord’s asleep on a cushion in the back of the boat while the storm’s raging. Somehow, Jesus knows how to so focus his attention, that he takes his every thought (even the most troubling) and concentrates them all into a single, still point. There, at the moment of mortal peril, he creates an island of calm and peace – the eye of the hurricane, if you will. It is from that place of quiet, resolute calm that his command to the wind and waves to “be still” emerges.

What, then, about the giants and the storms that beset our lives? How do you and I discover that place of inner peace, and tap into its power?


You can find several pointers in the story of David and Goliath. First is the matter of humility. Say what you want about the mature King David – the arrogant narcissist who shamefully seduces Bathsheba and all but murders her husband – but young David is different. He doesn’t put on airs. Even though the prophet Samuel has already anointed him as King in a semi-secret ceremony, David talks to Saul with the utmost politeness and courtesy. In no way does he put himself forward as the savior of his people, nor does he try to match Goliath in the trash-talking department. When Saul expresses skepticism that David has what it takes to go up against Goliath, David matter-of-factly relates his past experience protecting the sheep, killing wild beasts with his sling. There’s an easy confidence there, but no sense of trying to lord it over others.

The second thing we can say about David is that he knows himself. He’s confident in the skills he has, but doesn’t aspire to be an expert in everything. When Saul offers to loan him his armor and weapons, David gives it a try, but when he finds out how constricting the armor is, and how poorly it fits him, he casts it aside without a second thought. David’s going to do this thing his own way, following methods he knows to be tried and true.

The third thing – and this gets, now, into the nitty-gritty of mental preparation – David is able to find his focus, aiming singlemindedly at the thing he has to do, letting nothing else get in his way. All the other Israelites, the Bible tells us, are quaking in terror at the approach of Goliath – but not David. Very likely, David is thinking only about choosing just the right size and shape of smooth stone, and about how the action he must take to launch it is no different than what he’s done hundreds of times before.

When faced with a daunting task, it’s always helpful to look at it not in its entirety, but to break it down into smaller, manageable steps. David knows what sort of stone he needs, and exactly what sort of warm-up swing will get his arm and shoulder muscles limbered up. He’s done it enough times before that he doesn’t need to over-calculate the angles and distance. He knows he’s got the eye-hand coordination. That will kick in when needed. When the bellowing giant starts to lumber ominously towards him, David sees him as no different than the lions or bears he’s killed in the past. Focus on the task at hand. Let everything else go.

Fourth, David clearly trusts God. He’s aware God has chosen him, through Samuel, as the anointed King. He also knows – and says as much, several times, to King Saul – that the actions he’s taking are for God’s glory, not his own. David’s aware that he’s merely and actor in a much greater drama. He’s not the director of that play. God is.


With respect to Jesus sleeping in the back of the boat, then rousing himself to calm the storm, it’s not so easy to speculate about his inner state of mind, because the biblical account is a bit sketchy. Yet, I’d imagine something very much like the steps his ancestor David went through would apply to him as well. He’s humble and realistic about his role, he knows himself, he’s able to focus on the task at hand, and he trusts God. In any event, Jesus is surprisingly un-preoccupied with the facts of their predicament. He knows God is in control, one way or the other.


Facing chaotic times, one of the most fruitful things you or I can do is to seek to find a still point in the midst of the storm and dwell there for a while. In the case of Jesus, that takes the form of napping in the back of the boat. In the case of David, I can just imagine him strolling down to the wadi (the dry creek-bed), because there’s where knows he’ll find the smoothest stones. Picture him softly humming to himself as he goes about the familiar business of loading up his pouch with several of them.

The poet Wendell Berry lays out what this is like in a little poem from his book of poetry, The Timbered Choir:

I go among trees and sit still.

All my stirring becomes quiet

around me like circles on water.

My tasks lie in their places

where I left them, asleep like cattle.

Then what is afraid of me comes

and lives a while in my sight.

What it fears in me leaves me,

and the fear of me leaves it.

It sings, and I hear its song.


Then what I am afraid of comes.

I live for a while in its sight.

What I fear in it leaves it,

and the fear of it leaves me.

It sings, and I hear its song.


After days of labor,

mute in my consternations,

I hear my song at last,

and I sing it. As we sing,

the day turns, the trees move.


This is an imperfect analogy, but to my mind this calls to mind the way I sought to get through a rather unpleasant medical test I’ve had twice now. It’s known as a bone-marrow biopsy. It’s done in the doctor’s office. While they numb the skin of your hip first with lidocaine, it still involves the doctor taking a little hand-held device like a corkscrew and slowly screwing it down into your pelvic bone, until it punches through the hard exterior and takes a core sample of the marrow within. If the implement’s in the hands of a skillful practitioner – which was the case with my doctor – it’s not a terribly painful test, although you do experience a sort of relentless pressure that feels like it could break through into agonizing pain at any moment (such was my experience, anyway).

Somehow I knew what I had to do was to focus my attention elsewhere, to mentally will myself to leave that procedure room and go to a place of peace and calm, a place where God felt close at hand. I remember doing that, in part, by thinking of a favorite Bible verse and repeating it silently to myself, over and over. I visualized myself lying not on the vinyl-covered pad atop a medical examining-table, but in a place of beauty, a grassy meadow beside a flowing stream. It’s not like I fell asleep or was unaware of what was happening with the test, step by step. If the doctor or nurse asked me a question, I was right there with the answer. Somehow, though, I moved the part of my awareness where fear and anxiety dwells clean out of that room and sent it elsewhere for a few minutes. That may sound a little wacky, I know, but it’s the best analogy I can find to describe it. It’s like I found the still point, the place of calm, and went there.

This would have been much harder to do, had I not already been a person of prayer. The first time I had the test, I’d never had a bone-marrow biopsy before in my life, nor anything remotely similar to it. Yet, I did have some experience in contemplative prayer, and it was an easy thing to adapt the mental and spiritual focus of that activity to the little room in the doctor’s office.

Prayer – especially silent, contemplative prayer – may seem to some to be a benignly useless activity. Believe me, though, there’s a lot more going on behind the surface. Regular prayer is a sort of spiritual agility training. Like David selecting stones from the wadi and putting them, one by one, into his sling, then sending them sailing off one after another – dozens if not hundreds of times as he practiced his aim – cultivating a regular prayer life is a way of developing a spiritual tool that’s adaptable to all sorts of circumstances and needs.

So, I invite you: Don’t wait for the spiritual crisis to come crashing down upon you. Get in the habit of entering in regular conversation with the Lord, when times are good. Then, the channel will be available all the more easily in the hour of your greatest need.

Our closing prayer is a poem entitled “Slow Me Down, Lord.” I don’t know the author, but I like it. Let us pray:

Slow me down, Lord.

Ease the pounding of my heart

by the quieting of my mind.

Steady my hurried pace

with a vision of the eternal reach of time.

Give me, amid the confusion of the day,

the calmness of the everlasting hills.

Break the tensions of my nerves and muscles

with the soothing music of the singing streams

that live in my memory.

Help me to know the magical, restoring power of sleep.


Teach me the art of taking minute vacations

of slowing down to look at a flower,

to chat with a friend, to pat a dog,

to read a few lines from a good book.

Slow me down, Lord,

and inspire me to send my roots

deep into the soil of life’s enduring values

that I may grow toward the stars of greater destiny.



Copyright © 2012, by Carlos E. Wilton. All rights reserved.