“I am about to go the way of all the
1 Kings 2:2
The end of our life is always right before our eyes even during the time when we aren’t thinking
about it. Even though there is plenty of joy and laughter on the way, deep inside
we are all well aware that we are journeying toward a definite destination, and
all things earthly will come to an abrupt end when we get there.
Like all people, King David might have been leading his life as if the end would never
come. Indeed he had many enemies to overcome and a large territory to occupy
and he simply could not afford to dwell on what was going to take place in the distant
future. He had to live in the present by necessity.
The future can always wait, for we have so much to accomplish at the present time. O, we
just have so much fun traveling, and are frightened to think that we may get to
our destination too soon. O how we desire to freeze the moment when our life
seems to be so perfect that we long to remain where we are.
Ah, how the king longed for the time when he was a little shepherd who didn’t have a care
in this world except to keep a few sheep protected and fed. How he missed the
days when his love for the Lord was as fresh as a spring morning on the prairie
and every word he composed shone like sparkling morning dew. Had the king any
choice at all, he probably would have chosen to be a shepherd forever.
Then one day, while he was lying on the green grass by a quiet river, meditating and
daydreaming, he was awakened by a loud shout: “Prophet Samuel wants to see you.
Go home straightway!”
Young David wasn’t seeking anything in particular at the time. In fact, he was just too
young to have any great dreams and aspirations for his life. Life as a shepherd
was ideal and he couldn’t have imagined anything better beyond the horizon.
What was the aging king thinking and dreaming about when he was lying in his bed deep at
night, with a virgin girl cuddled next to him, drifting from one dream after
another? His heroic exploits and all the blood he had shed must have caused him
to have nightmares that vexed his heart and stung his soul. O how he wished he
hadn’t slaughtered so many people, even though many of them might have deserved
to die. He longed for peace, yet was thrown into many wars; he yearned for
tranquility, yet his life was engulfed by turmoil. The painful moaning and
groaning of his dying enemies might have often robbed the king of his sleep and
his aching heart was consoled only during the moments when he was meditating on
the days of his youth, when his love and devotion for the Lord was pure and
remained undisturbed by the affairs of this world.
Ah, the world seemed to be drifting farther and farther away from the king and he was about
to launch his last journey into eternity alone. Such is the journey all of us
must take after we get to our final destination on earth, and no one will
accompany us on the way into eternity except our heavenly Shepherd, providing
we are his sheep.