2 Sam 23, 15-17
“Stands the clock at ten to three and is there honey still for tea.”
I remember those lines of Rupert Brooke after I read this O.T. story of King David. THERE IS A SIMILARITY, It comes from a poem R. B. wrote in Germany while he was serving as a soldier in the 1914-18 war. He contrasts the drab of his surroundings with the beauty of GRANTCHESTER and asks “Do the hares come out about the corn? Oh is the water sweet and cool, gentle and brown above the pool. And remembering the old clock in the church tower that at stopped at 10 to 3 and never varied, he finishes his romance “Oh yet, stands the clock at 10 to 3 and is there honey still for tea? THE DELIGHTFUL SENTIMENT of a young man recalling the scenes of HIS CHILDHOOD. THE STORY behind our text is that of an old man – a hardened warrior – a King and poet recalling the happy memories of his childhood. Let’s piece the story together.
The old enemies of Israel are at war with them again and Israel is hard pressed.
Bethlehem has been captured and David was hiding with his picked men in a cave of Adullum. Tired with fighting and dejected with defeat he suddenly recalls his associations with the little town of Bethlehem and cries out “Oh that one would give me to drink of the water of the well that is by the gate of Bethlehem.” And the story tells how three of his mighty men – risking their lives – burst through the hosts of the philistines – drew water from the well – and brought it back to King David. And when they offered it to him he would not drink of it but poured it our before the Lord
JUST SENTIMENT – Yes! But worthwhile – It’s it the evidence that with all the hardship and all the glory and success that had some to him through the years his heart was still youthful. The years had not petrified it.
The story comes at the end of David’s life. Vs. 1 – More than 50 years had passed since he had played about the well outside the gate of Bethlehem – but nothing could happen to this truly regal old man that could chase the romance of youth from his heart.
Sentiment – perhaps but there is nothing to be ashamed of in such a feeling. It adds richness to life.
Last May I was standing in the porch of our church welcoming the worshipers to our Sunday School Anniversary – just before the afternoon service an old man came in – handed me a card he asked to be given to the preaching – etc (editors note – I’m sorry, I don’t know the end of this story!)
He had come over 100 miles to revisit the place that had been his spiritual home –
And if this service can do nothing more than revive our hallowed memories and take us back to the altar we so easily and shamefully have forgotten it will be well worthwhile.
Just Sentiment – but you know it is a most precious thing to be able to preserve , and carry through the years that time has buried, such powerful memories. “THE HEART” says Pascal “HAS A 1000 REASONS THAT REASON CANNOT UNDERSTAND.” and if we follow the dictates of our hearts – it’s logic is always sounder than the head – we shall always reverence and hold to the things that are good.
Now don’t let us confuse this idea of SENTIMENT with Sentimentality. It is so easy for it to degenerate into that.
It is a good thing to recall the past. It is a good thing sometimes to talk about it but if we are always doing it we are likely eventually to bore our best friends. And I haven’t a deal of sympathy for the folk how moan about how different things would have been if we had our time over again – sentimentality – That will never help us – and we shan’t have our time over again.
DID YOU HEAR THE STORY of MINER – HE & Wife MEMBERS of D &J – he carried on at work a bit longer – then looking forward to retirement. Wife found old letter – in which he had promised that if she married him she “would have a gredely husband” - tried to show it him after breakfast the next morning – impatiently snatched it from her and put it in his pocket. Rushed off to pit – soon after going down was a fall – read letter in light of the lamp while waiting for rescue - “EH lass I’M glad to see you. You’ve got a new husband.”
The best things never grow old – recall them – remember the well at Bethlehem. I don’t care if you are 50 – 60 – 70 years away from those hallowed memories of yours. Keep them. Don’t let anything crowd them out.
AND DO SOMETHING TO SAVE THEM. IT IS THE WAY TO SAVE YOURSELF.
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Now let us come back to the story. There is another thought – even greater than the idea of sentiment. IT IS SACRIFICE. “He would not drink but poured it out before the Lord.”
These mighty men on Davids little band – thirty of them – were all famous men. They would rank like our famous sportsmen -
Yet three of them had risked death to fetch David his water. Their DEVOTION touched in David a cord desperation sent. Seemed to bring God very near to him -
The water at Beth – was no different from that of the springs about him – but the water in the vessel the men carried was no longer ordinary water it was sacred. It could only be given to God.
SOMEHOW – I feel something of the spirit of calvary in this story. It seemed a mad thing for these three men to hazard their lives for the whim of their king. But LOVE DOES MAD THINGS. -
“IT brought my saviour from above to die on Calvary.”
SACRFICE – It is the only way this old world of ours will work. It begins with God loving the world enough to allow his only son to die in it – for it.
We can only understand that thought when we realise and can say - “HE loved me enough to die for ME.”
It is the folk who realise and feel most deeply the cost of this sacrifice for others -
Have you ever thought why so many men and women give so much of their time and energy – often money – in supporting good and worthy causes. In the majority of cases it is because they themselves have been moved by the spirit of gratitude for what has been done for them. And in the highest sense it is in response to the sacrifice of Christ for them.
“Love so amazing – demands.”
Do not be afraid of the emotions which moves you to cling to the best – even though many call it SENTIMENT. And never be afraid of the urge that bids you give and give again.