David King versus Goliath Lehman

There were two stories in the news this past week that interested me beyond all others.

The first story concerned the breathtaking new photos taken by the freshly revived Hubble Space Telescope. I marveled at the sheer distance of the energy's journey, and the eons it traveled to reach us so that the particles could be captured at that moment by a bunch of lenses and circuits.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/27455467/

The second story related the discovery of Hebrew text dated from what is reckoned might be the time and place of King David.
http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/meast/10/30/israel.ancient.text/index.html?imw=Y

What of the timing of this discovery? Is it an accident that we 21st century plunderers may be discovering physical evidence of a great battle between Saul and the Israelites versus the Philistines at Socoh in Judah? Could it not be a message that should directly concern us in these troubled times, one that might prepare us for a battle not quite at hand? Goliath challenged David to a fight and most witnesses were terrified, but David was emboldened. David taught us a great lesson when he decreed, “the battle is the Lord’s.” For David it was not an excuse to run from the battle line but a prophetic decree of victory. David knew that God was with him and Goliath would soon fall.

Today, the global economic crisis is the 800 pound Goliath; it threatens to destroy our very civilization. Society could be teetering on the verge of collapse; that which is built upon sand can eventually have no other outcome. In this case, that which is built upon sand was built by dust. The world is dust that got together. We are dust that was put together. To dust all this must someday return.

Something made me aware of impending financial doom, but I never gave a darn about economics. I never gave a darn about frugality. For some reason the economic, social and political plight in which we find ourselves is supposed to matter to me when by all accounts of my personal history it should not matter. Perhaps I am moved to warn others of the dire and dreadful danger we face if we do not change. Perhaps I am just a natural part of the K-wave phenomenon; perhaps I am just a bastard. Perhaps it is more than I imagine.

I cannot just watch and appreciate that which is put on my heart to broadcast passionately and directly. To do otherwise, for me, is to smile and wave at the thing which is about to make a meal of us. I choose to take dead aim at it, instead.