When the fight comes to you (and you don't feel like fighting)
I've never felt like David. Everyone has always compared me to the little runt who took down Goliath, from colicky baby to argumentative teenager hell bent on seeing justice done, at home and around me. Every Friday night for some eighteen years it was beaten into me, with my father standing over me pronouncing his mission for me... "May you be like David." I've never felt like David. I don't even have his name, but instead my first name is the same as his dearest beloved. Jonathan, "whom I have loved." I've never felt like a warrior, holding up Goliath's dripping head and roaring a battle cry. Somebody told me last night that they see me becoming kinder, gentler. Not the warrior I used to be. Why'd he think that was just now me? That I was on a quest for self improvement and the jewels I stumbled on in the cave were labeled "being nice to people?" And the honest answer? Because most of my life he's seen me fighti
