All the big, mighty men, the warriors, were up on the mountain, scared. Goliath is down there, over nine feet tall, talking and ranting and raving, and talking whatever he thinks he is big enough to talk. Told them, “Send three or four of you all down here.” Then, here comes a little thirteen-year-old boy who knew who he was. He gets up there, on assignment from his Daddy, thinking he is just supposed to bring them a little bread, wine, and cheese, bring them a little snack. He gets down there and hears all this noise, and says, “Hey, what are you all doing?” “No one is going to go down here and handle this?” Can’t you see him going and talking to his brothers? “Eleazar, you have been bouncing me off the walls at home.