1 Samuel 15: My Monument
Yesterday we looked at the One thing of Saul and David, the thing which served as their ultimate motivation in everything they did. David was motivated by a desire to dwell with God and see His beauty. Saul was motivated by a desire to dwell with himself and see his own glory.
The clearest glimpse we get into Saul’s one motivation is his response to success. When he goes to battle against the Amalekites, God gives them victory, and Saul carries out some of God’s commands, but not all (partial obedience is disobedience). And while partial obedience clearly reveals an elevating of self above God, it’s understandable that one gets carried away, loses focus, gets drawn in by the spoil or wealth, etc. But Saul’s next action leaves no room for mistakes. His actions are loud and clear.
He sets up a monument to himself (1 Samuel 15:12).
Really. Yes, he really does this. No mistaking the motive here, huh? You can accidentally get swept away in the moment and not completely obey the directives of the Lord. But you don’t accidentally or mistakenly lay stone upon stone and construct an entire monument in your own honor. Nope. This pretty clearly shows us what Saul’s one thing was.
I was pointing this out to Jeff, saying, “Really Saul? Build a monument to yourself?! I mean, who does this?” I stopped.
“I do.”
Yes, it’s very clear now.
I do.
I immediately thought of how often my struggles or frustrations or stresses are nothing more than someone mistreating my monument–the monument I have set up for myself.
This mistreatment of my monument happens in a variety of ways: Someone standing in front of it or bumping it out of the way or kicking up dirt on it or not appreciating it or–heaven forbid–walking right by it and not even noticing it! The nerve! Yes, yes, I’m afraid that much of my sorrows can be traced back to a simple mistreatment of my monument. It reminds me of AW Tozer’s words on pride:
As long as you set yourself up as a little god [or monument] to which you must be loyal there will be those who will delight to offer an affront to your idol. How then can you hope to have inward peace? The heart’s fierce effort to protect itself from every slight, to shield its touchy honor from the bad opinion of friend and enemy, will never let the mind have rest. Continue this fight through the years and the burden will become intolerable. Yet we are carrying this burden continually, challenging every word spoken against us, cringing under every criticism, smarting under each fancied slight, tossing sleepless if another is preferred before us…” (The Pursuit of God, p112)
Oh dear. I hope with everything within me that you cannot relate at all. But perhaps you can? When we begin to see the events of the day purely in relation to how they affect us then we can be sure that monument is standing tall in our homes and hearts. We hardly know it’s there until others have the nerve to ignore it or tip it over. Then, you can be sure, we’re ticked.
What a horrible place to be. I do not want a miserable monument to myself. What an empty pursuit and joyless passion. To fiercely protect our own touchy honor is to live in continual exhaustion and defeat.
There is something so much better.
Do you remember David’s one thing? Let me remind you. It goes something like this…
One thing I ask from the LORD,
this only do I seek:
that I may dwell in the house of the LORD
all the days of my life,
to gaze on the beauty of the LORD. (Psalm 27:4)
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some demolition work to do.
Perhaps you do too.
Thank you, Father for grace.
1 Samuel: One Thing

I am fascinated by the life of Saul and David. Borderline obsessed. Ever since God so powerfully used Damian Kyle’s Life of David series in our Santa Clara experience, their lives always seem to surface in my own. A Tale of Three Kings is another powerful look at the dynamics at play here–if you haven’t read it yet, do now! The Lifeway study Anointed, Transformed, Redeemed also gives a glorious glimpse into this story if you’re hungry for more. If you can’t get enough then there’s Alan Redpath’s Making of a Man of God on the life of David. Sorry, no more book plugs. I told you I can get carried away here!
All that to say that I love 1 Samuel. It is a remarkable book. If you’re struggling in your Bible reading, army crawling through Numbers or something, why don’t you just jump on up to Ruth or 1 Samuel and just feast on the richness of these portions of Scripture. Really, it’s ok. 🙂
So last week I read 1 Samuel and watched as Samuel and Saul walk into the dawn of a new era for Israel–of letting men be kings.
God was reluctant to do it, but Israel insists, so although God warns them of the dangers, He gives them their way and Samuel anoints Saul as King. It doesn’t take long for the whole thing to go south. It might be fun to do a whole Sketch of Saul series, because there’s so much here on what not to be.
But what’s the key? We’ve talked before about the difference between David and Saul, hinging on the right response to sin. But this time reading through this is what struck me:
It’s one thing.
It’s all about one thing. Neither man is perfect, neither man is sinless. Both have moments of courage and moments of failure. Both are celebrated and despised at some point in their lives. But the key difference is one thing.
One thing drives Saul. One thing drives David.
Saul’s one thing was himself. When he feels inadequate, he hides. When he feels victorious, he builds a monument to himself. When given directions by God, he obeys to the extent that he thinks is right. When confronted, he wants the sin removed so that he can quickly get on with himself.
Saul’s one thing was himself. That’s all he really wanted.
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David’s one thing was God. When he feels inadequate, he charges ahead with courage. When he feel victorious, he praises His God. When given directions, He obeys. When confronted, he repents.
David’s one thing was God. That’s all he really wanted.
David writes,
One thing I ask from the LORD,
this only do I seek:
that I may dwell in the house of the LORD
all the days of my life,
to gaze on the beauty of the LORD. (Psalm 27:4)
One thing. Only one thing. His deepest heart’s craving was to dwell with God and gaze upon His beauty. That is what made David the greatest earthly king the world has known.
God was reluctant (with good reason) to let men be kings. But in David He found a man with the heart of a king. A heart that ached simply to see the King. The King of Kings. The beauty of the LORD and the glory of His presence.
What is my one thing? What is your one thing? Oh to God that He would give us the courage to throw ourselves down off the throne of our hearts and insist that only the true King resides in that place. That is the one thing that distinguished Saul and David from each other. It is the one thing that will distinguish us from the world.
What is your one thing?
Week's end with thanks

- Coming home late from a date with my man. Tiptoeing in the front door, giddy, feeling so young.
- Feeling through the darkness in Dutch’s room, sliding under his quilt by his side to smell his sweet breath and kiss his sleeping cheeks.
- Walking through the house and seeing beauty, order. Feels so good.
- Crawling in fresh, white, soft sheets. Sinking into mattress, the weight of the comforter and quilt heavy, holding me down. Down I go into sleep.
- Arm across the bed. He is there.
- Waking up alive, searching my mind to put together puzzle pieces of reason and remember what day it is. Oh! Friday. My favorite day. He is home today.
- Crack of the door, soft pitter-patter footprints down the hall. I sit and wait with a smile for his little four-year-old wonder to crack open my door and peak inside. The question is framed on his face full of light, “Is it time to get up yet?”
- Pulling back my covers to make a spot in the warm nest of my bed. I smile. “Come on in.” He does.
- 1 Samuel words of Saul and David–who I currently am and who I long to be, respectively.
- The beauty of Jonathan’s love for David. A truest friend.
- The outdoor sweaty smell of my man as he walks in, back from a run. He is feeling strong, happy, confident. I smile.
- The book on my nightstand, One Thousand Gifts, which inspires this weekend giving of thanks.
- The feeling of knowing this might be the book that changes my 2011.
- The wondering and anticipation of how God will continue to Fill in my Blank.
- Thoughts of Pete’s Mountain potential.
- Epiphanies from The King’s Speech. How often have I let childhood’s fears paralyze my life?
- Resolutions.
- Decorating with tree-branches.
- Lingering long in the Word, rushing downstairs to start the breakfast. Stop. Smile. Jeff’s already made it.
- A tea-date with my long-time discipler. The woman who changed my life. Laughter. Tears. Losing track of time.
- College friends who left it all to share His light in Uganda with their 4 children 5 and under.
- Other college friends over for dinner–we all have kids now! Life so different. My friend round and glowing and beautiful with their second child coming soon.
- Long hot shower. A new hair-bandana that lets me go one more day without washing. Beautiful. 🙂
- Coming down the stairs, un-made-up and feeling lovely, to see Jeff and kids at the table praying morning prayers over steaming bowls of oatmeal. The thanks tumbles over then.
- Coming home to find every single room turned over–toys spilled, forts made, crumbs strewn–children happy. Evidence of a morning with daddy.
- Sunshine.
- Toasted cheese sandwiches, oozing soft and crunching hard, eaten on the front porch–a chilly picnic in the winter sunshine.
- Dutch’s soft “I love you, mommy” spoken through after-discipline tears. Feeling the rebellion slowly slide out of his body as he lets go, rests in my arms.
- Watching Heidi feed her babydoll a bottle of milk.
- Getting rid of 3 pairs of shoes I never wear.
- The Road to Santa Clara Candi over for the day. We talk of gardening, gratitude, and giving God our dreams. Isaiah 26:3 frames our talk. “Mind” in Young’s Literal Translation is “imagination”. We give our imaginations to the God who made them.
- An awesome new development through the Oregon Women’s Report. Partnering with area churches to tell the inspiring stories of women around the state. So. Cool.
- Having to keep my laptop open all day because there are so many things to be thankful for.
- Did I mention sunshine?
- Little Dutch’s collision with tile countertop. Teeth through lip. Horrific mouth full of blood and running down his chin–and him insisting that he was fine! Weak smile as I tucked him into bed: “It’s all healed, mommy. It’s all ok.” Sweet brave boy.
- Long afternoon spent down at the creek. Throwing rocks. Running fingertips over soft, moist, incredibly 70s green moss. Wishing my eyes were a camera.
- The dishwasher.
- Saturdays.
- Grace.
Frugal Friday: The Reason Why
I sit in front of my excel spreadsheet, moving imaginary money. It’s just numbers, really. I can take from one little box and put in another. I’m tired of pinching pennies on groceries, wouldn’t it be easy to just move a little down from that top box?
That giving box.
That box has plenty.
I can just move a little down from that box. Then I won’t need to say no to myself. I won’t have to wait until the 15th this month to get groceries. I won’t have to get creative. It’s so much easier to go to the store than it is to be creative.
Just move some imaginary money.
Why not?
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What you do matters. We won’t take our roasted chicken into eternity, and we won’t get any crowns for eating beans. But we have an opportunity today to offer up our praise and our pennies in a way that changes lives. Most of all ours.
Happy Friday, friends.
By grace, with joy,
Kari


