Imagine standing in the corner of the room as the scene plays out. We are here to listen, to observe and learn. Solomon enters; he kneels beside the bed of his father, David. Years have shrunk to hours. David’s final act will be that of both king and father: instruct Solomon on the main things of life and service.  Read More

It started in secret, but David’s sin that began behind closed doors was beginning to seep out from the cracks. Nothing could stop it. Not even the body of a dead man. The prophet came to him with a parable, one that would hit close to home for the shepherd boy turned king. But David wasn’t the hero of the story this time. He wasn’t the protector of the sheep.  Read More

Todd Henry wrote, “It’s possible to succeed your way into failure when you lose sight of the bigger picture” (emphasis added). Mr. Henry was making the point that in our work lives we can get so caught up in completing a project that we lose sight of the purpose behind our work. When we just move from one thing to the next, we eventually lose momentum, inspiration, and creativity. Life centers on getting things done.  Read More

Ever had those moments? When it seems there is no way out of a tough situation? Young David was being falsely accused and chased by King Saul in Psalm 57. As you know, Saul and his men came into the cave where David and his men were hiding and David was trapped. The cave behind him, the enemy in front of him. But David managed to escape by the grace of God. Psalm 57 is his prayer and confession after he was rescued.  Read More

There is a bench with an iron back and wooden slats. The arms curve downward like a ram’s horn. It sits at the edge of deep water that’s fed by a spring beneath the earth. The pool is aquamarine in the center, like a dallop of the Caribbean was scooped out and placed there. A constant breeze moves over the top of the water towards the bench at all times. It picks up the chill of the pool before it hits you so that the sun and the wind swirl in harmony. The grass beneath the bench is perfect. I don’t know a better word for it. Not pristine or fussy. Not itchy or unkempt. Perfect.  Read More

It was a rough day for Israel. Encamped along the battle lines opposing the Philistine army, they had listened to the taunts of a giant. They had listened and they were afraid - cowering in their self-deception that the very God whom their army represented was unable to rescue them.  Read More