1 Samuel 17: 4, 8-9, 32-40
And there came out from the camp of the Philistines a champion named Goliath, of Gath, whose height was six cubits and a span…He stood and shouted to the ranks of Israel, “Why have you come out to draw up for battle? Am I not a Philistine, and are you not servants of Saul? Choose a man for yourselves, and let him come down to me. If he is able to fight with me and kill me, then we will be your servants; but if I prevail against him and kill him, then you shall be our servants and serve us.”…
David said to Saul, “Let no one’s heart fail because of him; your servant will go and fight with this Philistine.” Saul said to David, “You are not able to go against this Philistine to fight with him; for you are just a boy, and he has been a warrior from his youth.” But David said to Saul, “Your servant used to keep sheep for his father; and whenever a lion or a bear came, and took a lamb from the flock, I went after it and struck it down, rescuing the lamb from its mouth; and if it turned against me, I would catch it by the jaw, strike it down, and kill it. Your servant has killed both lions and bears; and this uncircumcised Philistine shall be like one of them, since he has defied the armies of the living God.” David said, “The Lord, who saved me from the paw of the lion and from the paw of the bear, will save me from the hand of this Philistine.” So Saul said to David, “Go, and may the Lord be with you!”
Saul clothed David with his armor; he put a bronze helmet on his head and clothed him with a coat of mail. David strapped Saul’s sword over the armor, and he tried in vain to walk, for he was not used to them. Then David said to Saul, “I cannot walk with these; for I am not used to them.” So David removed them. Then he took his staff in his hand, and chose five smooth stones from the wadi, and put them in his shepherd’s bag, in the pouch; his sling was in his hand, and he drew near to the Philistine.
It is the beginning of August, but an unusual Sunday here. Today I am participating with around two dozen other clergy around the country, each whom have chosen a song from the musical “Hamilton” to preach on. “Just like my country I’m young scrappy and hungry and I’m not throwin’ away my shot.” “Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness for they will be filled.”
Folks, we need to be hungry for God’s kingdom on earth and if we can’t feel it we need to follow those who can, those who feel the urgency of the moment, those who feel the potent strain between the world as it is and the world as it should be, those who do not just sit and wait for the moment to come to them but chase down those pivotal points that call for courage and conviction and sacrifice. This is our moment, our time and our chance and we can’t throw it away.
Lin-Manuel Miranda apparently picked up a biography of Alexander Hamilton while on vacation. He was a few pages in when he said, “I know this story.” Alexander Hamilton was orphaned, self-taught and in the wake of tragedy he was able to write so powerfully that it inspired his community to send him to school in the mainland colony. Once there, Alexander Hamilton used his writing as a force to move towards revolution, to become Washington’s aide-de-camp, a soldier, a war hero, author of the Federalist Papers, first Secretary of the Treasury, pickers of more battles than one, before going to the presses himself to reveal a scandalous affair and later dueling Aaron Burr, only to be killed in the process. So what did Mister Miranda see in this story? He saw an immigrant story of someone who was given an opportunity and grabbe