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Sons of the Flaming Throne 3 – Ch. 4 | KT OLLA

THE newborn cry came at last. And there it was—a pretty child, a son, a prince.

King David and Bathsheba broke down in tears. It was the tears of a surprised joy.

Now Bathsheba loved her child more. But David loved him so much more.

It was peace that the monarch and his wife felt. Everything happening then was peace.

Then, to crown the ruler’s rest, David gained dominion over the last territory to be controlled on Israel’s soil. It was a gentile nation called Ammon.

The king had ordered Joab his commander to lay siege on Rabbah the capital of Ammon.

The siege was laid and had lasted quite a while; the water source captured and its supply cut off.

With this progress then, Joab sent message to David to come down and take the city himself.

Then that time when David’s prince was born, the ruler hurried down to Rabbah and conquered Ammon himself.

That time was the end of war for David’s men, the beginning of peace for his reign...

So the ruler looked back and recalled that God had foretold that day.

He remembered the words:

Indeed, you shall have a son, who shall be a man of rest. And I will give him rest from all his enemies all around.

His name shall be Peaceful, for I will give Israel peace and quietness in his days.

Again, the promise came dropping from the lips of Nathan the prophet of God. It was before the beginning of these beginnings.

Now, David returned home after the conquest of Ammon, fully convinced the prince had come, the son of peace.

So he named him Solomon, which is to say, Peaceful. And the speakers of Jerusalem’s dialect would say, Salemon.

Even still, peace wasn’t the only thing the child brought. For when Nathan later went with greetings, he called the prince, Beloved.

For he told them: ‘I heard my God call him this today!’

Yes, that statement floored everybody. It was the sort of graciousness which David and Bathsheba hadn’t ever seen of God.

They’d never heard He could love what they loved, even far more than they wanted it.

That week the monarch surprised everyone, too, as he chose to copy this.

For David pronounced Bathsheba the queen consort. And he was no longer shy to make her lead.

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