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Tears wet his face as he held Mephibosheth tightly. Oh, how he wished it was Jonathan he was holding. His heart ached as he recalled the friend who was closer than any other human on earth. He smiled. Jonathan’s own flesh and blood was here. Looking deeply into his eyes, he could see a resemblance of Jonathan. His brown curly hair and dimpled chin brought him back to the days of their friendship. David glanced at the twisted feet. What can I do for him, he thought. He loved this boy. He didn’t care if he was crippled. He was going to give him the best life possible. He would be like his own son.
After a night of feasting, David and Mephibosheth sat by the fire. He saw the king was looking intently into the flames. Mephibosheth asked, “My king, are you thinking about my father, Jonathan?”
The king looked at Mephibosheth. The flames danced in his eyes as he answered, “Your father was my closest friend. I miss him dearly. He was a brave man and to be greatly honored. He saved my life.”
Mephibosheth’s eyes grew wider. His father saved the life of the most powerful king! “Please, my king, tell me more!”
“Well, it is a hard story to share. I served your grandfather, King Saul. I would play my harp for him to help him sleep when he felt ill or troubled. When I was older, I became commander over many soldiers. The Lord has been faithful in all I have done. It is important to obey God in all things…do not ever forget that.”
Mephibosheth nodded, “Yes, my king.”
Continuing, David said, “Unfortunately, your grandfather did not obey God all the time. As a result, God rejected him as king. As time went by, your grandfather grew to hate me because of the success God gave me in my service. He would try to kill me. Your father found out the truth from your grandfather about his plan to kill me. We then had a signal so that I could learn what he heard from his father. When your father came out to shoot arrows, and he called out to his servant, ‘Look, the arrows are beyond you,’ which told me I had to run for my life.”
Mephibosheth was spellbound by the story. He hadn’t touched his wine while listening.
“So I came from behind the rock and bowed down to your father three times. I held him…,” looking at the boy, “…much like I held you when I first saw you. It broke my heart to leave. I felt that part of me was dying. That was the last time I saw your father.” David’s eyes misted.
Using his sleeve to wipe his eyes, Mephibosheth put his arm on David and said, “I never knew. Thank you for being my father’s good friend. I will honor you, my king, for all of my days.” The king embraced him, and thanked God for His faithfulness.
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