June 15, 2025 • 22 mins
# 171 - David's Lies in Nob - In this episode of The Chosen People with Yael Eckstein, David seeks refuge in the house of God—but hunger and fear push him to deception. As he takes holy bread and reclaims Goliath’s sword, we’re invited into a powerful reflection on what we reach for when survival threatens to eclipse our faith.
Episode 171 of The Chosen People with Yael Eckstein is inspired by the Book of Joshua.
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Show Notes:
(00:43) Intro with Yael Eckstein
(01:32) David's Lies in Nob
(20:34) Reflection with Yael Eckstein
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Previously on The Chosen People. Your never the boy did
not hesitate. The moment Saul's hand twitched toward another spear,
David turned and fled. Do you remember what I told
you the night I gave you my armor?
Speaker 2 (00:22):
You said I would be king. I still believe it,
and I'm certain my father believes it too.
Speaker 1 (00:28):
That's why he hates you through the fields, into the wilderness,
into exile. But he was not alone. The Lord was
with him his shepherd.
Speaker 3 (00:45):
Shallo, my friends from here in the holy Land of Israel.
I'm y l Extein with the International Fellowship of Christians
and Jews, and welcome to the Chosen People. Each day
we'll hear a dramatic story inspired by the Bible, stories
filled with that timeless lessons of faith, love, and the
meaning of life. Through Israel story, we will find this
(01:07):
truth that we are all chosen for something great. So
take a moment today to follow the podcast. If you're
feeling extra grateful for these stories, we would love it
if you left us a review. I read every single
one of them, and if you're interested in hearing more
about the prophetic, life saving work of the Fellowship, you
(01:28):
can visit IFCJ. Dot org Let's begin.
Speaker 1 (01:35):
The rain fell in torrents, lashing the earth like a scourge.
Thunder growled in the west, a promise of fury yet
to come, and the wind howled like a wounded beast.
David pressed forward, his cloak soaked through, his body battered
by the storm. He climbed the jagged rocks, searching for shelter,
(01:59):
but the power was treacherous. The stones, slick with rain,
shifted beneath his feet. He reached for a root jutting
from the mud, but the earth had softened in the downpour.
It tore free in his grasp, and David tumbled backward.
The breath knocked from his lungs as he hid the ground.
(02:21):
For a long moment, he lay there, staring up at
the storm ragged sky, his chest heaving. Pain flared in
his ribs. He flexed his fingers and toes, numb from
the cold, and forced himself to his feet with a groan.
Hunger gnawed at his belly, an ache that had been
(02:42):
growing since yesterday, no the day before. He had lost
track through the veil of rain. He spotted a small
overhang formed by two great stones, a crude shelter, but shelter. Nonetheless,
he stumbled toward it, curling beneath the rock, pulling his
(03:03):
knees to his chest. The wind still bit at him,
but at least he was out of the rain. He
had outrun Saul's men for now.
Speaker 2 (03:15):
Oh Lord, you are my rock might deliver.
Speaker 1 (03:25):
His body ached, his bones, weary from the hunt, the running,
the weight of exile. And so the giant Slayer, the
Champion of Israel, sat in the mud and wept alone
in the dark, with only the storm as his witness.
David whispered a prayer, her song within his heart.
Speaker 2 (03:48):
My refuge, my fortress, my gardian who HI trust.
Speaker 1 (03:59):
His voice was hoarse, almost lost in the wind. He
leaned his head back against the cold stone and closed
his eyes, whispering the words again and again until sleep
finally took him. Dawn broke in a wash of gold
(04:20):
and fire, the horizon streaked with light. The storm had passed,
leaving the air clean and sharp. David stirred, his body,
stiff from the cold, he pulled his damp cloak tighter
around him, shivering. The hunger was worse now, an insissent
(04:41):
gnawing that made him light headed. He had passed through
villages along his journey, but he dared not stop. Saul's
men were everywhere, scouring the land, eager to claim the
bounty on his head. The king wanted him in chains
or worse, Bethlehem was out of the question. That would
(05:03):
be the first place sure would look. Jonathan was beyond
his reach. Micharle. He dared not think of her. Now.
David had to be careful. He had to be clever.
As he trudged through the hills outside Nob, a wisp
of smoke caught his eye the temple of Ahimelech. He
(05:24):
paused on the ridge, looking down at the humble temple.
A memory stirred. He had visited this place after his
victory over Goliath. The priests of Nob presided over a
thanksgiving offering to the Lord that seemed like a lifetime ago.
David squared his shoulders and stepped inside. He had no weapons,
(05:48):
no pack, only a desperate hunger and a sharp mind.
If he was going to survive, he would have to
be convincing. The door creaked open, and a heemelex wrinkled
face emerged from the dim candlelight within. The old priest
squinted at the figure before him, taking in the drenched cloak,
(06:11):
the mud kicked boots, the gaunt look of a man
pushed beyond his limits. The boy he had once known,
the bright eyed harpist, the golden warrior of Israel, was gone.
Before him stood a desperate man. David did not wait
for an invitation. He shoved his way inside, shaking off
(06:33):
the rain, his eyes darting about the room as if
expecting someone to lunge from the shadows.
Speaker 2 (06:41):
Himelech, Thank the Lord, you're here.
Speaker 1 (06:45):
David moved quickly, pacing as though he had lost something.
His fingers twitched at his sides.
Speaker 2 (06:52):
The priest frowned, young David, it's peculiar to see you
at such an hour and alone. Yes, ah, I'm on
an urgent mission for the King.
Speaker 1 (07:04):
The lie spilled out of David's mouth before he had
time to regret it. His lips tasted of ash.
Speaker 2 (07:11):
So charged me to tell no one of my whereabouts,
save for the men who are to meet me here.
They're on their way.
Speaker 1 (07:18):
Ahem Alek hesitated. The old man was not quick to suspicion,
but he was no fool either.
Speaker 2 (07:25):
If it is a mission from the king, oh, why
do you come without weapons? No attendant without even a
pack upon your back.
Speaker 1 (07:34):
David turned to a nearby basin, cupped his hands and
drank deeply. The water was cool, soothing the rawness in
his throat. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and
turned back to the priest with an apologetic smile.
Speaker 2 (07:50):
The orders came swiftly, and I left it once. Lives
are in peril. At him, Alech, there was no time
to prepare.
Speaker 1 (07:56):
The priest stroked his beard, mulling over them words. David waited,
heart pounding. The old man was soft, gentle in his ways,
devoted to his sacred duties. He would not see the
trap in David's words.
Speaker 2 (08:13):
How may I serve you and the king food the
five loaves? If you have them? My men and I
have been traveling for days. Whatever you can spare.
Speaker 1 (08:23):
Will do ahime Alex spread his hands.
Speaker 2 (08:26):
I have no common bread left, only that wohild is
set apart a worship.
Speaker 1 (08:30):
The priest paused his fingers, drumming against the wooden table
beside him. Then, as though struck by a thought, he
raised a finger and shuffled into the adjoining room. David's
jaw clenched, his hands twitched at his sides. He glanced
at the flickering torch mounted on the wall. His mind
(08:52):
was already racing through his options. If the priest refused
him food, if he grew suspicious, David would have to
leave at once. He could not stay here long. Every
moment he lingered, Saul's men drew closer. He eyed the torch,
considering whether to take it and disappear into the night
(09:13):
before it was too late. But then Ahimelek returned, holding
a cloth covered basket. He set it down on the
table and pulled the cloth away, revealing twelve golden loaves,
still warm, the scent of freshly baked bread rising into
the air. David swallowed. His body begged him to lunge
(09:37):
forward to snatch the bread and devour it without shame,
but he forced himself still. Ahimelek gestured to the loaves.
Speaker 2 (09:46):
This is the shore bread set before the Lord in
his house to eat. This is to sit at his table,
to share in his hospitality. It is a sacred thing
not to be taken lightly.
Speaker 1 (10:00):
The priests studied David, waiting for a response. David's palms
were sweating. He knew the law. The showbread was reserved
for the priests set apart for God alone to eat.
It was a breaking of sacred tradition. But hunger clawed
at his ribs, and a man on the run did
(10:22):
not have the luxury of pride.
Speaker 2 (10:25):
You and your men may eat of it, but only
if you've kept yourselves from women. To be unclean before
the Lord would be a great disgrace David.
Speaker 1 (10:36):
David forced himself to stand taller to harden his voice.
Speaker 2 (10:40):
When I leave my men on any expedition, we keep
ourselves from women. We are not like the Philistines who
indulge in every carnal vice. My men are holy, worthy
of this bread.
Speaker 1 (10:52):
Ahimelek nodded, satisfied, and passed the basket to David with
a gentle smile.
Speaker 2 (10:58):
Lyn may the Lord bless you, keep you young, David.
You are a protector of Israel, and you deserve to
be fed.
Speaker 1 (11:06):
The words cut like a knife. David bowed his head,
gripping the basket, the weight of it heavier than it
should have been. He had lied to a man of God,
He had deceived one who trusted him. He could barely
stand himself.
Speaker 2 (11:23):
Do you have any weapons? The King's business required that
I leave immediately, so I did not bring a sword
or spear.
Speaker 1 (11:31):
Ahemelech tilted his head, studying him for a moment. The
old priest said nothing, but his eyes gleamed with understanding. Then,
without a word, he turned and beckoned David to follow.
David kept his steps measured, though his pulse quickened. The
bread in his hands was warm against his chest, but
(11:54):
the guilt had not yet cooled. The priest led him
down a narrow corridor, walls lined with flickering torches. At
the end of the hall, a large tapestry covered the
back wall. Woven into its fabric was a warrior in
the midst of battle, swinging his blade downward at a
(12:14):
monstrous beast. The warrior gleamed with honor and glory, his
sword raised high, catching the light of the sun. David
reached out, running his fingers across the embroidery. He recognized
the scene. It was him, David slaying Goliath. A Heemelech
(12:36):
knelt beside a heavy wooden chest pressed against the left wall.
The old priest unlatched it, his hands reverent as he
reached inside. Slowly, he lifted out a long bundle wrapped
in cloth. He did not rush did not fumble. It
was as if he were handling a sacred relic, something
(12:59):
set upon heart from the world of common men. David
exhaled sharply. As the cloth was peeled away. A sword emerged, massive, gleaming,
made for the grip of a giant. The hilt was
thick and weighty, the steel long and broad, its edge
(13:19):
still keen after all these years. Ahemelech smiled as he
placed it in David's hands.
Speaker 2 (13:26):
This is the sword of Goliath, the Philistine, the sword
you wielded that day in the valley of Elah. We
took great care of it, knowing it was a reminder
of the faithfulness of our God.
Speaker 1 (13:40):
David stared at the blade, tilting it slightly in the torchlight.
He remembered the weight of it in his hands, the
way his muscles had burned as he raised it high.
He had been little more than a boy, but when
he swung it had not been by his strength alone.
The blade gleamed with the fire's reflection, and in its
(14:04):
polished steel, he saw his own face staring back at him.
His grip tightened. This was not just a weapon. It
was a reminder of who he was, of what God
had called him to be. David strapped the sword behind
his back and bowed deeply before the priest, thank you
(14:26):
for your kindness for everything. With that, he took his leave,
stepping out into the cold night. Gripping a torch in
one hand and the basket of bread in the other.
He walked past the pastures, the cows and goats grazing
in the moonlight, oblivious to the danger that lurked in
(14:47):
the shadows across the field. Under the cover of darkness.
A pair of eyes followed him. Doeg, the Edomite, leaned
lazily against the wooden fence, his expression unreadable as he
watched David disappear into the hills. His gaze flicked back
(15:08):
toward the temple, where Ahimelek and his priests remained inside,
blissfully unaware of what their kindness would cost them. Doeg
pulled his cloak tighter around his shoulders, then turned toward
the road that led back to Gibea. Saul would want
to hear about this. The fire flickered against the cold stone,
(15:33):
casting shadows along the jagged walls of the cave. David
sat with his back to the rock, his cloak wrapped
tightly around him. In his lap, the bread Ahimelek had
given him rested like a heavy stone. He broke a
piece from it and brought it to his lips, But
before taking a bite, he whispered into the emptiness, forgive
(15:56):
me Lord. The warmth of the bread filled his stonemach,
but it did not warm his soul. The guilt of
deception lingered, clinging to him like the dampness in the air.
He chewed slowly, savoring each bite, not out of pleasure,
but out of a solemn vow.
Speaker 2 (16:16):
I will always remember this, I will always remember what
it is like to starve.
Speaker 1 (16:22):
When he had eaten enough to sustain himself, he wrapped
the remaining bread and set it aside. He leaned back
against the stone, his eyes drifting to the mouth of
the cave. Beyond the darkness. The stars stretched across the heavens,
cold and distant. His fingers twitched, plucking an invisible harp,
(16:44):
and a melody formed on his lips. Even in exile,
even in hunger, even in guilt, his heart could not
keep silent. Before the Lord David woke to the first
light of dawns spilling over the hills, washing the land
(17:04):
in hues of gold and amber. To day he would move.
He had lingered too long. Descending the hills, he kept
to the shadows, avoiding the open roads. The border lands
of the Philistines stretched ahead, a dangerous gambol, but one
he had to take. Saul's reach extended through every town
(17:27):
and village in Israel, his men hunting him like wolves.
No one would expect David to flee into the arms
of the enemy. It was his only chance. His pace quickened,
his feet crunching over dry earth. Then a flicker of movement.
His eyes darted over his shoulder. A handful of figures
(17:49):
on horseback crested the ridge behind him, their armor catching
the early morning sun. His breath caught saws men. David
cursed under his breath he couldn't outrun horses. His mind
raised as his body did. Sprinting toward a cluster of
jagged stones, he threw himself against the largest one, pressing
(18:12):
his back against the cold surface. His breath came in
shallow bursts. He could hear the hoof beats closing in,
the creak of leather, the clinking of steel. The voice
called out, come out, David, we know you're there. David
clenched his teeth, gripping the hilt of Goliath's sword strapped
to his back. He didn't want to kill his countrymen,
(18:35):
not like this. He weighed his options, his mind sharp
despite the exhaustion gnawing at his body. Then an idea. Slowly,
he shifted his weight, hoisting himself onto the rock. His
muscles burned with the effort, but he didn't falter. The
riders drew closer, their horses snow into a cautious trotum.
Speaker 2 (18:58):
I don't want to do come down here.
Speaker 1 (19:01):
David crouched, coiled like a wolf, ready to strike. He
waited until the nearest soldier passed beneath him. Then he
leapt his boots, crashed into the hen's chest, seeing him
tumbling from the saddle with a cry, The horse stooped, reared,
and bolted. David hid the ground hard, rolling to his
(19:23):
feet in one swift motion. The other soldiers shouted in alarm,
their spears lowering. David did not hesitate. He lunged for
the reins of the fleeing horse, gripping the levitrait. It
kicked and twisted, nearly throwing him off, but he held
firm swinging himself on to its back. He barely had
(19:44):
time to grasp the reins before he dug his heels in.
The horse bolted forward, wind whipping against his face as
he rode hard toward the horizon. Behind him, the soldiers
cursed and scrawl would to mount their own horses. He
did not look back. He did not need to. Tears
(20:06):
blood his vision as the cold morning air stung his cheeks.
He had stolen from the lord's house. He had lied
to a man of God, and now he had attacked
his own countrymen to save himself. He had nothing left.
So he rode toward Gath, toward the land of his enemies,
(20:29):
praying that God's mercy would find him even in exile.
Speaker 3 (20:37):
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Lord make his face shine upon you. May he be
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you and give you peace.
Speaker 2 (21:18):
Amen.
Speaker 1 (21:20):
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Previously on The Chosen People. Your never the boy did
not hesitate. The moment Saul's hand twitched toward another spear,
David turned and fled. Do you remember what I told
you the night I gave you my armor?
Speaker 2 (00:22):
You said I would be king. I still believe it,
and I'm certain my father believes it too.
Speaker 1 (00:28):
That's why he hates you through the fields, into the wilderness,
into exile. But he was not alone. The Lord was
with him his shepherd.
Speaker 3 (00:45):
Shallo, my friends from here in the holy Land of Israel.
I'm y l Extein with the International Fellowship of Christians
and Jews, and welcome to the Chosen People. Each day
we'll hear a dramatic story inspired by the Bible, stories
filled with that timeless lessons of faith, love, and the
meaning of life. Through Israel story, we will find this
(01:07):
truth that we are all chosen for something great. So
take a moment today to follow the podcast. If you're
feeling extra grateful for these stories, we would love it
if you left us a review. I read every single
one of them, and if you're interested in hearing more
about the prophetic, life saving work of the Fellowship, you
(01:28):
can visit IFCJ. Dot org Let's begin.
Speaker 1 (01:35):
The rain fell in torrents, lashing the earth like a scourge.
Thunder growled in the west, a promise of fury yet
to come, and the wind howled like a wounded beast.
David pressed forward, his cloak soaked through, his body battered
by the storm. He climbed the jagged rocks, searching for shelter,
(01:59):
but the power was treacherous. The stones, slick with rain,
shifted beneath his feet. He reached for a root jutting
from the mud, but the earth had softened in the downpour.
It tore free in his grasp, and David tumbled backward.
The breath knocked from his lungs as he hid the ground.
(02:21):
For a long moment, he lay there, staring up at
the storm ragged sky, his chest heaving. Pain flared in
his ribs. He flexed his fingers and toes, numb from
the cold, and forced himself to his feet with a groan.
Hunger gnawed at his belly, an ache that had been
(02:42):
growing since yesterday, no the day before. He had lost
track through the veil of rain. He spotted a small
overhang formed by two great stones, a crude shelter, but shelter. Nonetheless,
he stumbled toward it, curling beneath the rock, pulling his
(03:03):
knees to his chest. The wind still bit at him,
but at least he was out of the rain. He
had outrun Saul's men for now.
Speaker 2 (03:15):
Oh Lord, you are my rock might deliver.
Speaker 1 (03:25):
His body ached, his bones, weary from the hunt, the running,
the weight of exile. And so the giant Slayer, the
Champion of Israel, sat in the mud and wept alone
in the dark, with only the storm as his witness.
David whispered a prayer, her song within his heart.
Speaker 2 (03:48):
My refuge, my fortress, my gardian who HI trust.
Speaker 1 (03:59):
His voice was hoarse, almost lost in the wind. He
leaned his head back against the cold stone and closed
his eyes, whispering the words again and again until sleep
finally took him. Dawn broke in a wash of gold
(04:20):
and fire, the horizon streaked with light. The storm had passed,
leaving the air clean and sharp. David stirred, his body,
stiff from the cold, he pulled his damp cloak tighter
around him, shivering. The hunger was worse now, an insissent
(04:41):
gnawing that made him light headed. He had passed through
villages along his journey, but he dared not stop. Saul's
men were everywhere, scouring the land, eager to claim the
bounty on his head. The king wanted him in chains
or worse, Bethlehem was out of the question. That would
(05:03):
be the first place sure would look. Jonathan was beyond
his reach. Micharle. He dared not think of her. Now.
David had to be careful. He had to be clever.
As he trudged through the hills outside Nob, a wisp
of smoke caught his eye the temple of Ahimelech. He
(05:24):
paused on the ridge, looking down at the humble temple.
A memory stirred. He had visited this place after his
victory over Goliath. The priests of Nob presided over a
thanksgiving offering to the Lord that seemed like a lifetime ago.
David squared his shoulders and stepped inside. He had no weapons,
(05:48):
no pack, only a desperate hunger and a sharp mind.
If he was going to survive, he would have to
be convincing. The door creaked open, and a heemelex wrinkled
face emerged from the dim candlelight within. The old priest
squinted at the figure before him, taking in the drenched cloak,
(06:11):
the mud kicked boots, the gaunt look of a man
pushed beyond his limits. The boy he had once known,
the bright eyed harpist, the golden warrior of Israel, was gone.
Before him stood a desperate man. David did not wait
for an invitation. He shoved his way inside, shaking off
(06:33):
the rain, his eyes darting about the room as if
expecting someone to lunge from the shadows.
Speaker 2 (06:41):
Himelech, Thank the Lord, you're here.
Speaker 1 (06:45):
David moved quickly, pacing as though he had lost something.
His fingers twitched at his sides.
Speaker 2 (06:52):
The priest frowned, young David, it's peculiar to see you
at such an hour and alone. Yes, ah, I'm on
an urgent mission for the King.
Speaker 1 (07:04):
The lie spilled out of David's mouth before he had
time to regret it. His lips tasted of ash.
Speaker 2 (07:11):
So charged me to tell no one of my whereabouts,
save for the men who are to meet me here.
They're on their way.
Speaker 1 (07:18):
Ahem Alek hesitated. The old man was not quick to suspicion,
but he was no fool either.
Speaker 2 (07:25):
If it is a mission from the king, oh, why
do you come without weapons? No attendant without even a
pack upon your back.
Speaker 1 (07:34):
David turned to a nearby basin, cupped his hands and
drank deeply. The water was cool, soothing the rawness in
his throat. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and
turned back to the priest with an apologetic smile.
Speaker 2 (07:50):
The orders came swiftly, and I left it once. Lives
are in peril. At him, Alech, there was no time
to prepare.
Speaker 1 (07:56):
The priest stroked his beard, mulling over them words. David waited,
heart pounding. The old man was soft, gentle in his ways,
devoted to his sacred duties. He would not see the
trap in David's words.
Speaker 2 (08:13):
How may I serve you and the king food the
five loaves? If you have them? My men and I
have been traveling for days. Whatever you can spare.
Speaker 1 (08:23):
Will do ahime Alex spread his hands.
Speaker 2 (08:26):
I have no common bread left, only that wohild is
set apart a worship.
Speaker 1 (08:30):
The priest paused his fingers, drumming against the wooden table
beside him. Then, as though struck by a thought, he
raised a finger and shuffled into the adjoining room. David's
jaw clenched, his hands twitched at his sides. He glanced
at the flickering torch mounted on the wall. His mind
(08:52):
was already racing through his options. If the priest refused
him food, if he grew suspicious, David would have to
leave at once. He could not stay here long. Every
moment he lingered, Saul's men drew closer. He eyed the torch,
considering whether to take it and disappear into the night
(09:13):
before it was too late. But then Ahimelek returned, holding
a cloth covered basket. He set it down on the
table and pulled the cloth away, revealing twelve golden loaves,
still warm, the scent of freshly baked bread rising into
the air. David swallowed. His body begged him to lunge
(09:37):
forward to snatch the bread and devour it without shame,
but he forced himself still. Ahimelek gestured to the loaves.
Speaker 2 (09:46):
This is the shore bread set before the Lord in
his house to eat. This is to sit at his table,
to share in his hospitality. It is a sacred thing
not to be taken lightly.
Speaker 1 (10:00):
The priests studied David, waiting for a response. David's palms
were sweating. He knew the law. The showbread was reserved
for the priests set apart for God alone to eat.
It was a breaking of sacred tradition. But hunger clawed
at his ribs, and a man on the run did
(10:22):
not have the luxury of pride.
Speaker 2 (10:25):
You and your men may eat of it, but only
if you've kept yourselves from women. To be unclean before
the Lord would be a great disgrace David.
Speaker 1 (10:36):
David forced himself to stand taller to harden his voice.
Speaker 2 (10:40):
When I leave my men on any expedition, we keep
ourselves from women. We are not like the Philistines who
indulge in every carnal vice. My men are holy, worthy
of this bread.
Speaker 1 (10:52):
Ahimelek nodded, satisfied, and passed the basket to David with
a gentle smile.
Speaker 2 (10:58):
Lyn may the Lord bless you, keep you young, David.
You are a protector of Israel, and you deserve to
be fed.
Speaker 1 (11:06):
The words cut like a knife. David bowed his head,
gripping the basket, the weight of it heavier than it
should have been. He had lied to a man of God,
He had deceived one who trusted him. He could barely
stand himself.
Speaker 2 (11:23):
Do you have any weapons? The King's business required that
I leave immediately, so I did not bring a sword
or spear.
Speaker 1 (11:31):
Ahemelech tilted his head, studying him for a moment. The
old priest said nothing, but his eyes gleamed with understanding. Then,
without a word, he turned and beckoned David to follow.
David kept his steps measured, though his pulse quickened. The
bread in his hands was warm against his chest, but
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the guilt had not yet cooled. The priest led him
down a narrow corridor, walls lined with flickering torches. At
the end of the hall, a large tapestry covered the
back wall. Woven into its fabric was a warrior in
the midst of battle, swinging his blade downward at a
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monstrous beast. The warrior gleamed with honor and glory, his
sword raised high, catching the light of the sun. David
reached out, running his fingers across the embroidery. He recognized
the scene. It was him, David slaying Goliath. A Heemelech
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knelt beside a heavy wooden chest pressed against the left wall.
The old priest unlatched it, his hands reverent as he
reached inside. Slowly, he lifted out a long bundle wrapped
in cloth. He did not rush did not fumble. It
was as if he were handling a sacred relic, something
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set upon heart from the world of common men. David
exhaled sharply. As the cloth was peeled away. A sword emerged, massive, gleaming,
made for the grip of a giant. The hilt was
thick and weighty, the steel long and broad, its edge
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still keen after all these years. Ahemelech smiled as he
placed it in David's hands.
Speaker 2 (13:26):
This is the sword of Goliath, the Philistine, the sword
you wielded that day in the valley of Elah. We
took great care of it, knowing it was a reminder
of the faithfulness of our God.
Speaker 1 (13:40):
David stared at the blade, tilting it slightly in the torchlight.
He remembered the weight of it in his hands, the
way his muscles had burned as he raised it high.
He had been little more than a boy, but when
he swung it had not been by his strength alone.
The blade gleamed with the fire's reflection, and in its
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polished steel, he saw his own face staring back at him.
His grip tightened. This was not just a weapon. It
was a reminder of who he was, of what God
had called him to be. David strapped the sword behind
his back and bowed deeply before the priest, thank you
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for your kindness for everything. With that, he took his leave,
stepping out into the cold night. Gripping a torch in
one hand and the basket of bread in the other.
He walked past the pastures, the cows and goats grazing
in the moonlight, oblivious to the danger that lurked in
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the shadows across the field. Under the cover of darkness.
A pair of eyes followed him. Doeg, the Edomite, leaned
lazily against the wooden fence, his expression unreadable as he
watched David disappear into the hills. His gaze flicked back
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toward the temple, where Ahimelek and his priests remained inside,
blissfully unaware of what their kindness would cost them. Doeg
pulled his cloak tighter around his shoulders, then turned toward
the road that led back to Gibea. Saul would want
to hear about this. The fire flickered against the cold stone,
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casting shadows along the jagged walls of the cave. David
sat with his back to the rock, his cloak wrapped
tightly around him. In his lap, the bread Ahimelek had
given him rested like a heavy stone. He broke a
piece from it and brought it to his lips, But
before taking a bite, he whispered into the emptiness, forgive
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me Lord. The warmth of the bread filled his stonemach,
but it did not warm his soul. The guilt of
deception lingered, clinging to him like the dampness in the air.
He chewed slowly, savoring each bite, not out of pleasure,
but out of a solemn vow.
Speaker 2 (16:16):
I will always remember this, I will always remember what
it is like to starve.
Speaker 1 (16:22):
When he had eaten enough to sustain himself, he wrapped
the remaining bread and set it aside. He leaned back
against the stone, his eyes drifting to the mouth of
the cave. Beyond the darkness. The stars stretched across the heavens,
cold and distant. His fingers twitched, plucking an invisible harp,
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and a melody formed on his lips. Even in exile,
even in hunger, even in guilt, his heart could not
keep silent. Before the Lord David woke to the first
light of dawns spilling over the hills, washing the land
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in hues of gold and amber. To day he would move.
He had lingered too long. Descending the hills, he kept
to the shadows, avoiding the open roads. The border lands
of the Philistines stretched ahead, a dangerous gambol, but one
he had to take. Saul's reach extended through every town
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and village in Israel, his men hunting him like wolves.
No one would expect David to flee into the arms
of the enemy. It was his only chance. His pace quickened,
his feet crunching over dry earth. Then a flicker of movement.
His eyes darted over his shoulder. A handful of figures
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on horseback crested the ridge behind him, their armor catching
the early morning sun. His breath caught saws men. David
cursed under his breath he couldn't outrun horses. His mind
raised as his body did. Sprinting toward a cluster of
jagged stones, he threw himself against the largest one, pressing
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his back against the cold surface. His breath came in
shallow bursts. He could hear the hoof beats closing in,
the creak of leather, the clinking of steel. The voice
called out, come out, David, we know you're there. David
clenched his teeth, gripping the hilt of Goliath's sword strapped
to his back. He didn't want to kill his countrymen,
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not like this. He weighed his options, his mind sharp
despite the exhaustion gnawing at his body. Then an idea. Slowly,
he shifted his weight, hoisting himself onto the rock. His
muscles burned with the effort, but he didn't falter. The
riders drew closer, their horses snow into a cautious trotum.
Speaker 2 (18:58):
I don't want to do come down here.
Speaker 1 (19:01):
David crouched, coiled like a wolf, ready to strike. He
waited until the nearest soldier passed beneath him. Then he
leapt his boots, crashed into the hen's chest, seeing him
tumbling from the saddle with a cry, The horse stooped, reared,
and bolted. David hid the ground hard, rolling to his
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feet in one swift motion. The other soldiers shouted in alarm,
their spears lowering. David did not hesitate. He lunged for
the reins of the fleeing horse, gripping the levitrait. It
kicked and twisted, nearly throwing him off, but he held
firm swinging himself on to its back. He barely had
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time to grasp the reins before he dug his heels in.
The horse bolted forward, wind whipping against his face as
he rode hard toward the horizon. Behind him, the soldiers
cursed and scrawl would to mount their own horses. He
did not look back. He did not need to. Tears
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blood his vision as the cold morning air stung his cheeks.
He had stolen from the lord's house. He had lied
to a man of God, and now he had attacked
his own countrymen to save himself. He had nothing left.
So he rode toward Gath, toward the land of his enemies,
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praying that God's mercy would find him even in exile.
Speaker 3 (20:37):
If your faith has been kindled by this podcast and
it has affected your life, we'd love it if you
left her review. We read them, and me personally, I
cherish them as you venture forth boldly and faithfully. I
leave you with the biblical blessing from numbers six Hashem
(20:57):
vischmercher Yeah, Heir Hashem panave ilehave ye sahsheen panavelechra Salon.
May the Lord bless you and keep you. May the
Lord make his face shine upon you. May he be
gracious to you. Made the Lord turn his face towards
you and give you peace.
Speaker 2 (21:18):
Amen.
Speaker 1 (21:20):
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