He opened the big door like the small shepherd boy he had always been.
Small in God’s eyes, and small in his eyes.
He looked at the trimmings on the palace walls, designs, drapes, decorations, and ornaments of the palace, and shook his head in amazement.
He never begged to be king;
He didn’t deserve the grace God had bestowed on him. He remembered the day he was suddenly summoned home from the sheepfold. No one ever remembered him until his supplies are exhausted, and he showed up at the gate.
Just one day of his life changed everything, the day he was anointed to be king.
Nobody deserved grace.
He looked at the well-furnished door made from pure gold and timber. It reminded him of the good God who had chosen a mere shepherd boy to lead His twelve great tribes.
The same God he knew in the wilderness also lived with him in the palace.
He remembered the experiences in the wilderness, the lion and the bear.
Goliath and the uncircumcised Philistines, he felt like calling out his audience who had dispersed so they could watch him give another round of dance to the God of all grace, but he would save that up for another day. David concluded.
He placed his hand on the knob and turned right. The door opened.
Michal!
She stood behind the door. Her eyes revealed terror mixed with mischief.
He fired her an affectionate pout, he wanted to douse her feeling of missing him with a warm smile but she would not smile in return.
Michal always knew how to get him, sarcasm works best for her.
“How beautiful a sight it was today, the king of Israel dancing shamelessly before slaves and commoners” She spat some venom of sarcastic laughter, clapped her hands, and continued “How nice! King David”
David who at this time was quite familiar with her sarcasm, knew exactly what she meant. He had an intention to dance before God and that was genuine. He felt she was getting it all muddled up.
He never danced before slaves and commoners but the audience of one, God. There was a huge difference.
He braced up himself, he was determined not to cower this time. He needed to explain the difference to her and nail it down once and for all.
He knew this was not a subject to be lax or lenient about.
He was a shepherd boy and he is still one who had found grace before God.
This is his story and he is willing to tell her for the umpteenth time.
She might never have liked his shepherd-boy life or his fugitive lifestyle, but no one should deny him of his praise life.
He could choose to be quiet or ignore her, but not this time.
Words are seeds, once sown in the heart, they play out in ways we might never be able to trace their entry.
He will attack this one; he will with his words uproot this one before they become thoughts and later imaginations.
He looked intently at her.
(Loading next, David & Michal 5)
