David told Saul the whole unvarnished truth; he told it to the person to whom it mattered most. Not to his comrades or to Saul’s friends or to the people of Israel but to Saul himself.

Here we see a guy who did the right thing and brought a whole group with him. He persuaded them with his words. The literal meaning here, strange as it may seem, is “tore apart.” He tore them apart with his words.

“There’s no reason for your entire army to be involved in this. Just send a fighter, and I’ll take him on. I am the champion. I am the greatest.” Goliath didn’t issue this challenge one time and then leave. No.

God had His hand on this young man whose music not only would fill the heart of a depressed king overwhelmed by blackness, but also would someday fill His written Word.

Now that’s not a bad resume, is it? He’s a skilled musician; he’s a man of valor; he’s a warrior; he has control of his tongue; he’s handsome; and the Lord is with him.

Here’s our first good look at David. He walks into the house, still smelling like sheep, and all of a sudden an old man hobbles over and pours oil on his head. It drips down his hair and drops on to his neck.