NATHAN finally arrived at Bathsheba’s, and the old queen was caught unawares.
The ageing woman didn’t expect to have such a noble guest at her door. She feared and worried.
She recalled the visit the prophet had made to her house more than twenty years before. That visit which preceded the death of her child, which also sealed a sentence for David.
She still remembered the time; so she feared what sort of message the old man had brought again.
Then just when she panicked, she heard Nathan’s gentle greeting.
‘Peace be with you, Your Majesty!’
At that point her turbulent heart found some rest.
The woman assured herself: He wouldn’t bring ill news and still speak of peace, would he? No, it must be peace that the prophet brings for me!
Yet Nathan’s ‘peace’ was only a compliment, a phatic word, and not a promise. Still Bathsheba took that peace from the prophet’s lips as hers.
‘My lord!’ she spoke at last. ‘To what do I owe this honour, that you should knock at my door with the prophet’s rod?’
‘May the Lord bless and keep you!’ replied Nathan. ‘Both you and the son of your heritage!’
The woman bowed and said amen; but she wondered at what manner of greetings those were.
She raised her gaze the next moment and asked, ‘Is everything well, my lord, that you have come this early to my house?’
‘Everything will be,’ replied Nathan. And the woman hung onto that promise.
Thereafter, the prophet sat briefly and spoke about the news, the surprising news that took him down there.
‘Have you heard this thing about Adonijah, that he is sacrificing now at the spring of En Rogel?
‘Then it is in the same manner that Absalom had planned to stage rituals during his revolt twenty years ago!
‘It follows that he is making himself King presently, like his brother did in those days!
‘Now he has invited all the King’s sons; except your son, the chosen prince of David. He has summoned all his ministers, too; except Benaiah, Zadok and I.’
Bathsheba was hit with shock. She stammered, ‘I... I heard nothing! Ah even my son—even... oh I don’t know!’
Nathan breathed, ‘I know you wouldn’t have heard!’
The woman picked up with a troubled voice. ‘Is Joab there, Commander of the army?’
The old prophet grunted yes.
‘What about the high priests?’
‘Only Abiathar has deflected.’
‘But what about—?’
The elder interposed her then. ‘I told you everything will be well! Your Majesty, everything will be all right!’
Bathsheba heaved a doubtful sigh. But even still she lingered on the words of that promise; then soon enough she saw they were prophecy.
Everything will be well. Everything will be well.
She repeated those lines in her mind again.
Yet then the situation was speaking contrary; so she bowed her head and mumbled things.
‘I believe! I really want to, God!’
It was her effort to cling on to hope.
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