This Sunday’s text, II Samuel 18:19-33, was the one I used for what perhaps only the third or fourth sermon I preached, during my college years. As I recall, I first delivered it at a tiny Baptist church in Topanga Canyon in California. The story of David mourning his son Absalom had captured both my heart and my mind and I wanted to share some of those feelings.
The text had actually been first brought to my attention years before as our marvelous junior high choral teacher taught us to sing “David’s Lamentation” by William Billings. Maybe it was just the haunting early American melody, but as a boy who had never really experienced the love of a father, I think the story itself worked into my soul. It may have given me a glimpse of how fathers are truly supposed to feel about their children, a love I longed for. In any case, David’s heartfelt cry, “Oh Absalom, my son, my son!” pierced deep within me and became part of my understanding of God’s own love.
Despite its pathos and agony, the tale of Absalom is not without some grim humor. That worked itself out in my young mind as a tongue-in-cheek high school essay expounding the dangers of long hair for men based on Absalom’s demise hanging in a tree by his beautiful locks, where Joab finds and runs him through with a spear. My English teacher pressed me toward a little critical thinking by noting that the moral to be drawn need not be eschewing long hair, but “Don’t ride your donkey through the forest.”
Such dark humor definitely takes a backseat to David’s deep and wracking lament, something many thoughtful American Christians have noted is mostly lacking in our own expressions of worship and prayer. Back 0n September 11, 2001, when we were given a grave matter for national lament, we mostly turned it into an occasion for a call to arms and national pride.
To return to the point above, lament lets us connect with God, not only because it is an authentic communication, but because it helps us relate to something in God’s own self. Pain over the loss of a son is something that the Father Himself knows well.
David also desired to vicariously take his son’s guilt upon himself. I say it in the KJV words Billings used, “Would to God I had died, would to God I had died for thee! O Absalom, my son, my son.” Reading them or hearing those words sung, how can one but think of the One who could and did die for the children He loves? As I suggested last Sunday, Jesus is truly “great David’s greater Son,” the one who fulfills and completes what was good and true in the second king of Israel.













