I have lately much enjoyed reading of Abigail, the wife of Nabal the Carmelite-the precious faith of that blessed woman, whose whole heart was fashioned by God’s revelation about David, though everything that was seen, belied it. But so it is still. Everything here gives the lie to God’s revelation of the glory and preciousness of Jesus, and only in the simplicity of faith, and in singleness of devotion to Christ, can we walk away from the current of this world’s thoughts in the liberty of the Spirit’s manifestation of Jesus.
Connected with this the record of David’s worthies was most heartsome to me in 1St Chronicles. “Their faces were as lions, and they were swift as roes upon the mountains.” O that Christ had more of such helpers!
See, too, Amasai’s magnificent answer to David — “Thine are we David, and on thy side, thou son of Jesse,” &c. When our joy is not full, it is because we are taken up with our poor miserable selves and not with this glorious son of David, or rather with David himself, for David is sweeter as a type than even Solomon. David, the Lord’s anointed, rejected of man, in holes and dens of the earth, but fighting the Lord’s battles, and the center of attraction to every heart that sought God and His glory.