So there they were: the Israelite army on one hill and the Philistine forces on another hill with a valley in between. It was a stalemate; neither army seemed inclined to leave its fortified position on the high ground to charge at its enemy. The only action either army saw was a Philistine giant named Goliath walking out into no man’s land day after day to taunt the Israelites. All the Israelites had to do was to send one warrior to face him. If that man won, the Israelites would win the battle.
We have to let this picture of the Israelites cowering in fear crystallize in our minds and hearts as we continue reading this account, because in the Israelite soldiers, we are to see ourselves. Yes, we also would have been in fear of Goliath on that day, but more important than that, we have been rendered powerless before another giant, a greater enemy—that of sin and death. Just like the Israelites, we were out of the fight, dead in our sins, sitting by helplessly, waiting for our champion to enter the fray, which He did in a manger in Bethlehem.
Why is it important to identify more with the Israelite soldiers in this passage than with David?