Article December 6, 1999 Issue

David hugs Goliath

By Carolyn Hill

SEVERAL SUMMERS AGO I was sitting in my living room, enjoying the evening breezes coming through the open door. Suddenly the sound of violent destruction shattered the peaceful atmosphere. I went out to investigate, and in the distance I saw a neighbor under the influence of alcohol angrily tearing apart the wooden enclosure around the machinery for the pool in my condominium complex.

What could I do about this? What would I say to him? I didn't have a clue at the moment. This man outsized and outweighed me big time! Only prayer could help me here. As I walked down the path toward him, I prayed, "Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my strength, and my redeemer" (Ps. 19:14).

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