Jonathan’s soul burned within him as he walked, remembering his father’s words.

The quick, low chirruping of a sandgrouse in a cypress tree echoed across the plain. The morning clouds glowed fiery orange against the lightening purple sky.

When he reached the field, he stopped and turned to the boy with him. “‘Run, find out now the arrows which I shoot.’”

The boy took off through the prairie grass with the swiftness of youth.

Jonathan pulled an arrow out of the quiver at his back, readied it in his longbow, and released. It whipped through the air and landed several hundred feet beyond the boy. Continue reading “Saving David” →