By Rebecca Clancy
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May 18, 2020
The story of Saul, although it predates tragic drama by some centuries, could well take its place among the classic tragic dramas. It certainly bears the marks of tragic drama – the tragic hero in all this pathos, some unwitting catalyst after which events move with a sense of inevitability, even predetermination, toward their tragic end; and the tragic end itself, usually the brutal and grisly death of the tragic hero. The story of Saul bears all these marks, particularly the brutal and grisly death of the tragic hero. The Philistines had waged war against Israel, and Israel had proved no match for them. The Philistines, after all, were a warrior people with a highly developed military. Before they waged war against Israel, they had delivered the Egyptian Empire its coup de grace. Israel, by contrast, was an agricultural people of farmers and herdsmen. Israel didn’t even have a military. Saul had arisen as the most likely prospect to defend Israel against the Philistines. And so Saul was made king. He raised a standing army, if an inexperienced one, and with his three sons, among them his beloved Jonathan, found himself on the field of battle against the Philistines on Mount Gilboa. But the situation was hopeless. Saul witnessed the death of his sons. He himself was mortally wounded. He commanded his armor bearer to thrust him through, but it was a command his armor bearer was too terrified to obey. And so Saul fell on his sword, and his army deserted. If that were not bad enough, the next day the Philistines discovered their bodies. They cut off their heads, stripped their bodies of their armor, and hung them from the walls of one of their cities. Brutal and grisly indeed. When news of this catastrophe reached David, he and his men tore their clothes and fasted in mourning. Then David, in what functions as the equivalent of the epilogue in tragic drama, as a tribute to Saul and Jonathan, composed The Song of the Bow, and ordered it to be taught to the people. “Your glory, O Israel, lies slain upon your high places. How the mighty have fallen! ... Saul and Jonathan, beloved and lovely. In death they were not divided. They were swifter than eagles. They were stronger than lions.” David, in this heart felt lament, certainly justified his reputation as a poet and lyricist. But there is something amiss here, badly amiss. For by the time David wrote his tribute, he was Saul’s arch enemy. And Jonathan, having loved David more than his father, had become estranged from Saul. He accompanied his father into battle not out of loyalty to him, but out of loyalty to Israel. Between the two stood acknowledged and unresolved betrayal. The fullness of the story of Saul was that Saul, having shirked the religious rituals that were to have sanctified Israel’s warfare, had lost the allegiance of Samuel, the religious leader of the day. This turned out to be the unwitting catalyst after which events moved toward their tragic end. Saul had already shown signs of deep flaws in his character – insecurity and jealousy, suspicion, and paranoia. He was unable to cope with the withdrawal of Samuel’s allegiance, especially after David entered his court. David had been Samuel’s designated choice as Saul’s successor, but David, a mere lad, could have little understood the implication or import of this. David entered Saul’s court by an ironic coincidence. David was known as a skillful musician, and it was thought his music would soothe the dark moods that had begun to overshadow Saul. But he quickly proved himself more than a skillful musician. No sooner than he entered Saul’s court, than he, by little more than an ingenuous and winsome faith, slew Goliath, the Philistine champion of whom Israel had lived in terror. He instantly became beloved by all – the army, the people, and also Saul’s son Jonathan and his daughter Michal, whom he later married. Saul realized that it was David, not he, who, by his meddle, was the true king of Israel, ad it drove him to the brink of madness. He made attempts on David’s life. He threw his spear at him. He sent him on suicide missions. And when David survived these attempts on his life, Saul became increasingly reckless and brazen in his attempts to kill him. Finally David, with Jonathan’s abetting, was forced to flee Saul’s court to the Judean wilderness, where he formed a small army of the dispossessed and discontented who too had taken refuge there. Saul, descending deeper into madness, pursued David. When Saul learned the news that the priests of Nob had unwittingly offered David assistance, he ordered a mercenary to butcher them. Obviously in was unfit to rule. And it was in this state he found himself, his son’s, and his army on Mt. Gilboa, where they met their tragic end. Yes, there is something badly amiss in David’s tribute to Saul and Jonathan. How are we to account for such a tribute? Scholars offer two theories. The first theory is that the tribute was merely euphemistic, the kind of euphemistic tribute we too make for the dead. I recently heard a eulogy for a doctor notorious for his abuse of street and prescription drugs likened to Albert Schweitzer. We are all familiar with this kind of thing. The second theory is that David was demonstrating political savvy. He knew that in order to rule an united Israel, he must not alienate loyalists to Saul. But I don’t think either of these scholarly theories is correct. I in fact have a theory about these scholarly theories. I thin they are ;both theories that have acceded to our age’s suspicion of authority, both divine and human; a suspicion of authority that has issued in the denial of the eminence upon which authority is based. It has brought eminence down to the level of the mundane. This is David, after all, despite our age one of the most eminent men of all time. How many men are remembered three thousand years after their death? One doesn’t leave, as scholars too believe, a mark on history by sheer happenstance. And parenthetically, they believe this about Jesus too, that he left a mark on history by mere happenstance. David left a mark on history because he was a man of eminence. He was after all the greatest king of God’s elect people. He was a man of great faith. He was a man of great profundity. He was a man of great depth of feeling. He understood life at its essence. This accounts for his tribute. Tragedy of the terrible magnitude of the death of Saul and Jonathan, David knew, stops us short. It arrests us, arrests even our enmity and division. It does this because it jolts and jars us to the reality and consequence of human failure, not just of its victims, but in which we all share. And it makes us fairly scream, “Enough!” Israel had been given its first king – and with him had been given great possibility and promise. And it had come to this. And now the mantle passed to David. He knew he was the only man for the job, but he knew too he was only a man. “Who am I and what is my house that you have brought me thus far?” he was to ask God after he had vanquished the Philistines and established the nation of Israel. David would lead Israel to great heights and them himself succumb to corruption. And in the nearness of his own corruption and in the keenness of the realization it visited upon him of of our common failure, David experienced a deep compassion for us all, forgiveness of us all, solidarity with us all -- for what we are, for what we aren’t, for what we are up against, for all the good that in in us that comes to bad, for all we might have been remembered for. This accounts for his tribute, and this accounts too for his order that it be taught to the people. This is what he wanted them to learn, what only the words of a poet and lyricist are powerful enough to evoke. And in this respect David stands among the prophets who centuries after him proclaimed what David already knew – our need for a king beyond earthly kings, a king who can forgive us our failure, a king who can overcome the tragedy it bears, a king who can call goodness forth from us and give it permanent significance. David’s tribe to Saul and Jonathan, his epilogue to perhaps the first tragic drama and the right epilogue to all tragedy, anticipates what we recollect with joy and praise – Jesus Christ, the glory of Israel slain on a cross for our salvation. Amen.