How Are the Mighty Fallen

How? Why?

How are the mighty fallen?  It was the question I had to ask the park ranger at the entrance to Sunset Crater National Park

Our adventure took us from the red rocks of Sedona to Flagstaff. It was early fall and my image of the hot deserts of Arizona did not include snow. But as we climbed higher and higher,  the temperature dropped and so did the snow. Everything turned white and dazzling as nature wrapped and blanketed the ground and limbs with soft, wet snow.

We stopped and threw mushy snowballs, but it was too cold for this thin blooded Southern to play very long. I braved the cold again, when we stopped at a park to watch the water tumble down rocks and twist its way out of the sight.

Back into the car, we climbed higher until we reached Sunset Crater National Park. At every twist and turn our views included magnificent vistas, giant pines, straight and towering like sentinels along the roadway strewn with dead pines like matchsticks dumped from a box. An enormous ponderosa pine stood directly across from the Visitor’s Center. One side of the tree bare and brown and the other half sporting it’s winter greenery like a peacock it’s feathers.

We scrambled out of the car, well actually, I scrambled and Wayne ambled. He wasn’t quite as excited as I was. The things that man goes through because he loves me! We headed for the warm, roaring fire that welcomed us from the front door like a grandma with hot cookies.

I enjoyed the snow, but I was intrigued by the graveyard of ponderosa pines that we had just driven through.

Those tall pines are magnificent and huge!

And the dead ones were naked reminders and remainders of the tremendous giants ponderosa’s can become, now stripped of their beauty and life, strewn across the mountainous landscape. What happened? Why? How? Thankful to have a warm place to escape the snow and someone to question, I began my barrage of questions.

Two enemies

The park ranger explained that there were two culprits responsible for the devastation that I was observing. He explained that the drought which had continued for several years had critically limited the trees ability to produce life-giving sap.


Drought and a tiny invader

In the absence of sap, a tiny beetle had invaded the tree and traversed the capillaries. He picked up a bottle and showed us a single tiny culprit inside, no bigger than a grain of rice. The infestations of the tiny beetles had brought devastation to hundreds of pine trees all over the higher elevations of Arizona.


It was hard to imagine a tiny beetle was the culprit.

I was shocked. Invaders no bigger than a grain of rice had destroyed thousands and thousands of these magnificent giants.

And ten years later, the story is the same. Entire mountainsides tell the story of years of devastation.

“How are the mighty fallen?” (2 Samuel 1:27) Was David’s agonizing response when he received the report that Jonathon and Saul had been killed on the battle field.

Samuel’s brokenness echoes in my heart…

I had to ask the same question, King Saul, “How?

You had everything going for you! What happened?

The sad story is recorded in 1 Samuel 15.

It is a horror story of




It is a pitiful story of




10Then the word of the Lord came to Samuel: 11“I regret that I have made Saul king, because he has turned away from me and has not carried out my instructions.” Samuel was angry, and he cried out to the Lord all that night. (Look how Samuel responded. Samuel’s heart was broken. Is that how you respond when you see a brother or sister missing God’s best?)

12Early in the morning Samuel got up and went to meet Saul, but he was told, “Saul has gone to Carmel. There he has set up a monument in his own honor and has turned and gone on down to Gilgal.”

13When Samuel reached him, Saul said, “The Lord bless you! I have carried out the Lord’s instructions.”

14But Samuel said, “What then is this bleating of sheep in my ears? What is this lowing of cattle that I hear?”

15Saul answered, “The soldiers brought them from the Amalekites; they spared the best of the sheep and cattle to sacrifice to the Lordyour God, but we totally destroyed the rest.”

16“Enough!” Samuel said to Saul. “Let me tell you what the Lord said to me last night.”

“Tell me,” Saul replied.

The drama of the deceptive masquerade

continued even after Samuel confronted Saul with the blatant truth that God had shown him. Saul remained adamant. “I did obey the Lord.”

He refused to take responsibility for his actions.

He refused to admit that he had done anything wrong.

He blamed his men.

God’s message through the mouth of Samuel was clear–

Listen! Obedience is better than sacrifice,

Rebellion is as sinful as witchcraft,

Arrogance is as bad as worshiping idols.

“You have rejected the word of the Lord, and the Lord has rejected you as king over Israel!”

The Blame Game

He refused to deal with the Amalekites in the manner that God instructed, then when God confronted him with his rebellion Saul only offered excuses. No heartfelt sorrow, no recognition that his disobedience was wrong, no deep repentance is recorded in his story. His greatest desire seemed to be pleasing the people and it cause him the kingdom.

Many years and many war stories later a young man with ashes on his face and torn clothing fell down at David’s feet. Quickly the story tumbled from the man’s lips, “I have escaped from the Israelite camp and Jonathon and King Saul are both dead.


David asked, “How do you know they are dead?”

Because I happened to be on Mt. Gilboa during the battle and King Saul called out to me. So I asked him what can I do for you? He asked me who I was, so I told him that I am an Amalekite. He asked me to stand by him and kill him. He said I am close to death, but I am still alive. So I killed him because I knew he couldn’t survive. Then I took his crown that was on his head and the band that was on his arm and I have brought them here to you my lord.

King Saul refused to deal with the Amalekites like God instructed and many years later an Amalekite killed him. The issue he refused to deal with properly took his life and his crown.


Guard your heart

Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it. Proverbs 4:23 NIV

I know you lock your car (Tell me you do!), but there’s nothing in your car as valuable as what is in your heart. Guard it. Protect it. Don’t let junk get in there. Love God…first and best of all…above everything else. Avoid stinking thinking…it ruins your face…no really nobody looks good with anger or disgust written all over their face.

One more time…guard your heart. It is really, really important.

Are you experiencing spiritual drought?

Ask God for rain.

Is God’s Word and His Spirit producing life in you?

Rain brings life.

Are you passionately in love with Jesus?

Water is a picture of the Word of God , Jesus, the Word made flesh is included in that picture. But it is also a picture of the Spirit of God. Fall in love with the Word of God and the Spirit of God.

Are you dealing with the little invaders that want to devour you?

Rain keeps you healthy so you are not susceptible to the little devourers!

Oh Father, let the rain of your Word nourish and give life to us and let your Spirit reign in every choice we make that we might bring glory to your name.

©Copyright Patricia Holland
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