A throne found in a shepherd's heart

Above the horizon, the sun inched away, declaring yet another predictable day for a small traditional-bent population. Bethlehem, comparatively a negligible town with prosaic activities, tucked faraway into the interiors of the holy land. And routinely, in a morning like this, not too faraway on the hillside, a shepherd boy was usually found herding a flock of sheep. He was tall and ruddy. In his right hand, he would always hold a customized staff, in his case only his flock of sheep recognized as strength and authority.

David loved the natural landscape, and spent unbroken hours enjoying the breathtaking panoramic scenic view of Bethlehem from the vantage of a hilltop. The morning breeze charged up the deep appreciation of this young man towards the beauty of this historic city that had been the center of protracted tussles and conflicts among many tribes. Indeed David loved for his own town came from his fervent interest in history. In fact Israel was the most blessed nation in the world, and instinctively knew his own town would one day be the most celebrated place because God had signed his promises upon the his forefathers.

But David’s opinions did not matter much. He was a center of joke to his family. The youngest and also the most pliable in the family, he was often neglected because he lacked the driving elements like that of his brothers. Therefore his family never took him seriously. There were times David would recite his own inspired poems over dinner. But instead he has been treated as a figure of fun. Being poetic and lyrical did not guarantee the family success. David’s family has goal-coated reputation which cannot be compromised. Jessie, David’s father, was known in the city as wealthy and influential, and he intended to preserve it that way. All this while his family has survived on ethnocentric values, in which David took offend and believed that it was untenable. As young he was David believed in fair shake when dealing with people.

So it was true that David, unlike his brothers, did have a lack of aspiration towards worldly ambition. Appeared almost undeveloped and unappealing from a strictest business perspective, David was never a showcase by his father, who was in a way ashamed of him. His father was afraid that David may just trip over the long recognition and revered name of their family. Therefore David’s name remained under the lid, being put to in charge of his father’s sheep. The rest of the members found their ways to excuse themselves from such demeaning responsibility. Not many occupy the life of a shepherd. It was a despised job, which only the dregs of society would take up.

Nevertheless David took up every responsible handed to him without any hint of dissenting views. He took good advantage of his responsibility. Not many realized that his poems were scripted during the quiet times with his flock. If that was not enough, it has even become a customary for him to read out his products out loud on the brow of the hill where engaging sheep, the fine morning wind, the birds of air, and the montage of mother nature are usually his loyal audiences. Though strange but at least to David, they were more appreciative. His predilection for nature served him well in such humble service. His journals and inspirational writings were the source of his life.

David was often misunderstood, as he preferred to stay aloof from the hustles and bustles of business.