Lessons in Leadership: Felling Giants

Sunday’s Scripture ~ I Samuel 17:38-50.

Is you seeing them? the BFG asked.

Sophie, squinting through the glare of the sun, saw several tremendous tall figures moving among the rocks about five hundred yards away. Three or four others were sitting quite motionless on the rocks themselves.

This is Giant Country, the BFG said. Those is all giants, every one.

It was a brain-boggling sight. The giants were all naked except for a sort of short skirt around their waists, and their skins were burnt brown by the sun. But it was the sheer size of each one of them that boggled Sophie’s brain most of all. They were simply colossal, far taller and wider than the Big Friendly Giant upon whose hand she was now sitting. And oh how ugly they were! Many of them had large bellies. All of them had long arms and big feet. They were too far away for their faces to be seen clearly, and perhaps that was a good thing.”*

Lately I have felt like a resident of Giant Country. And not only do these giants reflect Roald Dahl’s description, these giants are hangry– hungry and angry – ready to devour.

What is on the menu?

Me.

In Dahl’s tale, The BFG, little Sophie had a guide, a confidant, a protector, and a friend as she traversed Giant Country. And when I feel like the giants are looming, stomping, interrupting, or nearly triumphing, I am grateful for the guides, confidants, protectors, and friends that are with, before, and behind me.

Late last week my childhood best friend texted me to say she was headed to the hospital. “Memaw is not well,” Laura wrote. Less than thirty minutes later Laura texted again, “Memaw is gone.” Memaw – Shirley W. Warren – was an expert navigator of Giant Country. She shared her wisdom freely – wisdom that was steeped in beautiful Southern charm and North Carolina wit. She was the matriarch of her family. She loved deeply and sowed richly in the lives of her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. She took family under her wings that were both family by blood and family by choice. Memaw called me “Sarah Beth-Ann” whenever she saw me and considered me one of her own.

At my Friends and Family Baby Shower last September Laura presented me with a quilt that she, her mother, and Memaw made together for Joshua. I took hold of that quilt the other day. The pattern throughout the quilt reminds me of a compass rose – a navigational tool – Memaw’s living legacy that will comfort Joshua as he makes his way through Giant Country.

When you find yourself in Giant Country, who are the guides, confidants, protectors, and friends that are with, before and behind you? What legacy does their presence imprint on your heart? Offer a prayer of thanksgiving to God for these persons in your life, and if you are able, express your gratitude to these persons.

Thank you, Memaw. I hope you are sitting in a recliner next to Granddaddy, holding his hand. Well done, good and faithful servant. See you again.

Prayer: “Save us from weak resignation to the evils we deplore; let the search for thy salvation be our glory evermore. Grant us wisdom, grant us courage, serving thee whom we adore, serving thee whom we adore.”** Amen.

*The BFG, Roald Dahl 4.

**“God of Grace and God of Glory,” The United Methodist Hymnal 577.

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