“The next day an evil spirit from God came forcefully upon Saul. He was prophesying in his house, while David was playing the harp, as he usually did. Saul had a spear in his hand and he hurled it, saying to himself, 'I'll pin David to the wall.' But David eluded him twice.”
- 1 Samuel, Chapter 18, verses 10, 11
Angels are known to throw the most fearsome of spears. However, I am more intrigued by the spears thrown by those who boast power positions. These authority figures especially love to hurl spears at artists. I’ve become accustomed to this ancient confrontation – each time their spears are thrown, I never fear death; instead I become stronger, faster and more nimble. Frequently, I’ll ask these supreme beings to freeze for a moment. Not out of pity, compassion or simply to catch my breath, but so I can briefly capture that moment of expectation before their cascade of spears resume upon me.