2 Samuel 23:1-7 · The Last Words of David
Love’s Legacy
2 Samuel 23:1-7
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Swan Song of a shepherd. Climactic cadenza to a pastoral symphony written by a Bethlehem bard. The lion of the tribe of Judah in the winter of his days. A lion roaring out a legacy of love to the ages. A grizzled veteran of life’s battles facing the specter of death with the courage expressed so well by Dylan Thomas:

Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, Rage, against the dying of the light.

David roared against injustice in his last will and testament. He remembered God’s faithful love for him in all his trials and travails. He looked forward to a day when a new king would come who would shine his love throughout the earth.

The world has always delighted in recording the last words of famous people. O’Henry died saying, "Turn up the lights, I don’t want to go home in the dark." Ballerina Anna Pavlova died crying out, "Get my swan costume ready." Legend has it that an expiring Oscar Wilde complained, "Either that wallpaper goes, or I do." Rock musician Terry Kath, playing Russian roulette with a loaded pistol, remarked, "Don’t worry, it isn’t loaded." My grandmother told me that, in her day, when folks usually died at home, the family often gathered around the deathbed to hear a loved one’s final words.

Today you may remember the last words spoken to you by someone you loved. In this chapter we hear the last words of one of our great fathers of faith. David’s strong booming voice rings down the ages as he rang down the curtain on one of the greatest lives ever lived. Joseph Heller in his

satirical new novel about David, begins his fiction with David saying, "I have the best story in the Bible."

Perhaps he does. For in a pre-Christian age, David was a Renaissance man. He was a warrior, a poet, an outstanding administrator and ruler. He was a great sinner and an even greater saint. He knew profound despair and great joy.

Julius Caesar gave the citizens of Rome money, causing them to rejoice in the crowded streets of the eternal city as the dictator’s will was read. Billionaire Howard Hughes’ will has been disputed for years as various people wrangle for the wampum. Several rich eccentrics appear in the press after leaving their fortunes to dogs, cats, or other pets. David left us nothing that we can touch, taste, or try on. He did, however, leave us a will that reminds each of us that we are living in the will of God.

David came from a desert tribe acquainted with the parched feel of dry earth. He knew the suffering of those enduring long summer droughts and famine. He knew, too, the joy of gentle rain upon the fields. He tells us that a good ruler is like the rain which makes grass sprout from the earth. An earth cluttered with weeds and thistles yielding to flowers. Flowers garbed in technicolored pastels dancing a light fantastic across fields of emerald green. David says that a just ruler is like this rain. A wise and good leader is like sunshine on a cloudless morning. In his final will he prayed that his people would be governed by good rulers. His hope was not realized in Israel. But reading the will, we do know that "in the dark streets shineth the everlasting light." Out of Bethlehem winter bleakness would emerge a ruler, a good shepherd whose name is Jesus.

David reminded us in his will that he was anointed as God’s servant. He remembered that he anointed his head with oil and his cup runneth over. Perhaps as we read these words we can remind ourselves that in the waters of Baptism we have been anointed as God’s children. Perhaps we can pledge ourselves to serving the God of David with obedient love.

Perhaps too we can worship him who was anointed in the Jordan by John the Baptizer. Him who makes us lie down in green pastures, restoreth our souls and leads us in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Him whom we call the Christ of Creation, even Jesus the Christ.

David speaks from his deathbed to make us aware that we are partners in an everlasting covenant with God. God’s covenant has been sealed with the blood of the Lamb slain for our sins. It is renewed each time we break the bread and sip the cup of the New Testament in the Sacrament of Communion.

David says that he has been a sweet singer of psalms. How many millions of people have been the beneficiaries of his spiritual legacy to the race of humanity as recorded in the Psalms? How many souls have been comforted in grief by the Twenty-third Psalm? How many hearts have been healed by his immortal songs of hope? The Psalms stand as one of the great utterances of our humanity.

The sweet singer of psalms is the kingly forbear of him who sings salvation’s song from a cross of shame. Him whose name is the Christ who sings Easter hymns on that great resurrection morn, when he muted death’s dirge in the great crescendo of resurrected life hymned to the heavens.

David’s last will and testament gives each of us hope as we recall past blessings, present mercies, and look forward to a future hope of glory as we await the coming of Christ the Son of David, the Son of God.

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