Men raised in a culture of blood revenge do not change in a day.
I knew that the Name was still with him, animating his soul, even as his body failed.
Even those who know better, such as the King, nurse strange ideas about me as a prophet. They do not understand that I am given to see only those matters that roil the heavens. They expect me to know...
He gave himself fully to the penitent life, fasting, praying, confessing his wickedness and execrating himself in public. He became a better man in the small matters of his days, an even better, wiser...
He is able to put aside personal feelings and see the broad strokes. Experience counts in these things.
As wars dwindled to skirmishes and our strength grew, so David was able to spend less time with military commanders and more with the engineers and overseers who were fanning out throughout the land,...
From Caleb's Crossing--This is an excellent thought about family though it doesn't apply to me. I am lucky in my brothers.Now, of all times in my life, did I wish Caleb truly was my brother, rather th...
He found his voice in the silences, where he could sing as loud and as long as he wanted with no one to complain of it.
David would wear no purple cloth, no symbols of his kingship, when he went to greet the ark. In its presence, we were all of us servants.
Finally, we were notorious enough to give our enemies pause.
When a kingdom rests on it, I always expect difficulty. Then, if there is none, no blame. But if there is, one is prepared.
You don't need a prophet to tell you to eat.
Even though he said no store in uncanny things, he was soldier enough to value with whatever weapon came to hand.
The stories that grow up around a king are strong vines with a fierce grip.
Sydney in the 1960s wasn't the exuberant multicultural metropolis it is today. Out in the city's western reaches, days passed in a sun-struck stupor. In the evenings, families gathered on their verand...
To know a man's library is, in some measure, to know a man's mind.
I ceased to serve a king and began, instead, to serve a kingdom.
We look at the Ark of the Covenant and remember who we are.
Curiosity – if not desire, if not plain kindness – might have led him to greater zeal.
Anys was so skilled with plants and balms that she knew how to extract their fragrant oils, and these she wore on her person so that a light, pleasant scent, like summer fruits and flowers, always pre...