Thursday, July 9, 2015

King David's Saga



A Reflection for VII Pentecost (proper 10)               All Saints’ Church, Southern Shores, NC July 12, 2015                                                                    Thomas E. Wilson, Rector
2 Samuel 6:1-5, 12b-19                   Ephesians 1:3-14              Mark 6:14-29
King David’s Saga
Years ago when Pat and I were on a pilgrimage following the steps of St. Francis in Italy, we were in Florence for several days and, one day, we saw two different statues of David - one by Donatello, dating from approximately 1430, and the other done by Michelangelo around 1500. They were both nudes but they were very different.


 
















In the Bargello Palace Gallery, Donatello’s life-sized and freestanding bronze David is standing at rest after the battle with Goliath, holding a sword which he has used to saw off Goliath’s head which lies on the ground under David’s left foot. David’s slim body, while a well-developed warrior, assumes an almost feminine stance, underscored by long flowing hair with a hat encircled with laurel leaves jauntily placed on his head like a crown. The laurel wreath crown is an ancient symbol of the favor of the Gods, and David is looking down at his trophy, the head, with pride at what he and God had been able to do together. 

 Over at the Academia Gallery, the six ton, 14 foot high marble statue by Michelangelo of David before the battle has a masculine stance, with David seemingly looking forward to what is still to be done. There is no hint of waiting for God’s help as that muscular body and keen mind can take care of themselves. David’s eyes are filled with the desire to project his mark wherever he goes. Two different Davids, made 70 years apart, at different times in Florentine history. So, which is the real David? The answer, of course, is “yes”; David is one who knows he needs God, but he is also one who goes his own way. 
We have been looking at the King David Saga for the last several weeks. Sagas are stories of families - sometimes historical, sometimes mythological - telling of the family’s struggle to find its way to a life of integrity. Sagas are told all over the world and in every culture and in many religions as a way of teaching what is important. We find Sagas in Norse myths, in Hindu Epics, Greek Tragedies, Medieval Poetic Lays, Shakespearean plays, long novels, movie blockbusters, Saturday morning cartoons, soap operas, Bible stories, and our nightly dreams. Some of us will have the opportunity during the summer to gather with members of extended families and, if we are lucky and pay attention, we might hear part of our family sagas.  They usually take the format of what Joseph Campbell calls a “Hero’s Journey”, where a young innocent begins a journey into an unknown future, facing difficulties, challenges of character, strong friendships,  erotic love, help from wise old men or women, new beginnings, and final arrival at peace or death. In these sagas, the character of “Wise Old Woman” or “Wise Old Man” is a person who has special powers of union with the numinous, the deeper wisdom of the universe.
This week we are about half way through the David Saga. He, leaving his life of tending sheep, stumbles into an ongoing war. There he defeats a giant and grows in fame and honor, receiving help and encouragement from the Wise Old Man Samuel. He forms a strong relationship with Jonathan, the King’s son. In his battles for Saul, he brings a bride price of 100 Philistine foreskins to marry the King’s daughter, Michal. However, the Wise Old Man, Samuel, dies and David is left to his own cunning and ego. David is then driven into exile by the King and forced to begin anew as a leader of an outlaw band operating out of Hebron in Judah. His wife, Michal, had been taken from him by her father, King Saul, and married off to someone in her father’s employ. Her father dies in battle and her brother, Ishbaal, becomes King. David grows stronger as the House of Saul grows weaker, and David becomes King of Judah while Ishbaal is King of Israel. David works out an arrangement for peace with one of Ishbaal’s generals, Abner, asking that Michal be returned to him. She is sent back, but her husband weeps over his loss as he walks behind the guard taking her to David, and we can assume that she has grown to love that husband. David, in the meantime over the six years he was gone, has six more wives, with children from each wife. Michal’s homecoming with David can only be imagined, having to share her husband with six other women. Joab, David’s right-hand man and player of dirty tricks, assassinates Abner while two of Ishbaal’s captains assassinate Ishbaal and bring his head to David. David has them killed by Joab and then accepts the Kingdom of Israel. David then conquers the fortress of Jerusalem from the Jebusites and renames it the “City of David”.  When in Jerusalem, David takes a few more wives and concubines to show off his power. It is a monumental rise to prominence, but David feels the need for more authorization.
In today’s installment of the saga, David works to cement his power and takes the religious artifact, the Ark of the Covenant,  away from its shrine where it had been for over 20 years and places it as the religious center of the City of David. David presides over the dedication and feeds the people at a big feast. While he is leading the procession, David dressed only in an apron, leaps and dances, flashing the people and showing his power, and that act of advertising is the final straw for Michal.  God has moved from the light in David’s soul to the role of fashion accessory.
David has come very far from his innocent days.  He now has power, but the wise old man who counseled him, Samuel, has died years before and his closest advisor is Joab, whose specialty is carrying out dirty work while David tries to look innocent. How about that for a summary for the Hero’s Journey so far? In the next three weeks, another wise man will come, his name is Nathan, and he is a prophet whose role is to confront the King about David’s lechery, his arrogance of power, and the need to return to a power greater than oneself.
The Gospel story for today from ten centuries later relates that, in Israel, there is another King of a much smaller Kingdom and a puppet of the Romans, but Herod Antipas is the equal of David in his journey of abuse of power. He has been confronted by John the Baptizer who calls Herod Antipas to repent of his lechery and arrogance of power. Herod is afraid of losing face and locks John up. At a deeper level he knows that John is right, and the writer of Mark tells how Herold Antipas is trapped into protecting John from his Herod’s wife’s anger while Herod himself is under a sort of compulsion to listen to the Baptist and has some insight into his brokenness. However insight and $3.25 can buy you a cup of coffee, but he does not change and, as the old phrase goes, “No change equals no change.”  Later in a bout of lechery, he is again confronted with a “loss of face” and, in his fear, he has John’s head presented on a platter as a demonstration of the arrogance of power to the object of his lust.
These are two different Kings with so much in common.  They are both filled with ego, striving to claim their place in the world, and they have made a habit of seeing people as objects to be used or abused in order to reach the goal they have set. There is nothing wrong with ego because that is how we get our needs met in order to define ourselves. Instead of entering into a deeper relationship with the ultimate power of the universe, these kings tend to use religion as a prop to consolidate their own personal power. They have moved from listening to God to talking at an image of God.
There comes a point in life, however, when we search for a deeper definition of our true selves underneath the accomplishments or possessions we accumulate. The writer of the Letter to the Ephesians passage for today reminds us that our identity is being the adopted children of God, as God’s defining spirit comes into us and makes us one with the wisdom of the universe, as the reading says: “God has made known to us the mystery of God’s will  . . .  to gather up all things in God, things in heaven and things on earth.” In this view, the “Wise Old Men” or “Wise Old Women” are not just out there but, by grace, inside of ourselves, as all the missteps on our journey, all the things that we have done in the past, are put behind us as we live into becoming our own authority of our relationship with the divine.
Sagas are not just for heroes of long ago; I would suggest to you that each of us is on a Hero’s Journey to find the deeper wisdom. What does your saga look like? Where are you on the journey?
King David’s Saga (poem)
In my saga, the hero is in innocent awe
For all that the divine was doing in me
or through me. I would look at my hands
and mind as instruments to find wonder.
Soon sly Joab replaced Samuel as soul,
as faithful Jonathan fades to the Hittite
wife who by dread I order her into bed
allowing me to play to my own applause.

I decided it was all up to me for eyes
to set on prizes of mine own making.
Cost-benefit utility trumps old wonder
relationships degenerate into contracts.

Sounds of inner wisdoms drowned out
by own sage pronouncements of value.
Gradually, so very gradually, slowly
And unexpected like a pregnant virgin,
a dawning of unearned life growing,
Pushing back noise of ego’s carnage

The names of the shattered:
Goliath,                                                                                  Nabal,
Saul,                                                                Jonathan,
Michal,                                    Abner,
Ishbaal,            Uriah,             
Bathsheba,
Tamar,             Amnon,
Absolom,                                 Amasa.
Sheba,                                                                         Adonijah,
Abishag                                                                                   and Joab

Clutter and clatter my memories as
parts of my soul ripped apart like the
hundred Philistine foreskins traded to
leap as advertisement for a ticker-tape
parade to my breath taking glory.
Names, events and places do change
but sagas within us continue as when
walking through our Valleys of Elah
before in Abishag’s arms finding rest.

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