David: The Shepherd Boy

00:00:00 Speaker 1: Previously on The Chosen People. 00:00:03 Speaker 2: I regret that I have made Saul king. He has turned his back to me. He has pursued his own glory instead of mine. Are you so little in your own eyes that you must claw for more glory? 00:00:19 Speaker 3: Was it not enough that. 00:00:21 Speaker 2: The Lord anointed you as king and he set you above all the tribes of Israel? 00:00:28 Speaker 3: You can't see everything. 00:00:30 Speaker 4: You can't see my heart. 00:00:33 Speaker 5: The Lord can. 00:00:35 Speaker 3: He sees you, Saul. For all your strength, height, and stature, you are a pathetic, weak, small little man. 00:00:46 Speaker 4: Because you have rejected the word of the Lord, he has rejected you as king. 00:00:53 Speaker 6: No, no! 00:00:55 Speaker 3: As you have torn my robe. 00:00:57 Speaker 4: So the Lord. 00:00:58 Speaker 2: Has torn the kingdom from you. He will give it to another. 00:01:02 Speaker 3: The Lord has already chosen him. 00:01:06 Speaker 2: He is a man who seeks after the heart of God more than the heart of the people. 00:01:18 Speaker 1: The wildflowers had tucked in for the night, their delicate petals curling inward beneath the cool whisper of the evening breeze. Overhead, the stars burned fierce and bright, scattered like a million watchful eyes across the heavens. Below them, a lone shepherd boy sat among his flock, his fingers dancing over the strings of a weathered lyre. 00:01:45 Speaker 3: He played a. 00:01:45 Speaker 1: Melody known only to him and the Lord. Each note was a prayer, woven into the stillness of the night. There was no incense, no altar, no procession or priests. Only music, raw and unfiltered, rising up like breath from the boy's soul. Then, suddenly, a rustling in the brush broke the tranquil moment. The boy's fingers stilled. The knight, once gentle, now stood on edge. He set his lyre aside and reached for his staff. He stepped forward cautiously, each footfall light upon the earth. Then he heard it, a low, rumbling growl. The sound crawled through the air like a living thing, deep and terrible. He could feel it reverberate in his chest. The sheep could feel it as well. Each of them stirred and became anxious. The boy did not hesitate. His free hand found the leather strap at his belt, unhooking his sling. His fingers wrapped around a smooth stone, cool as river water. Then, an explosion of movement burst from the brush. The lion leaped forth, its massive hind legs propelling it through the air. The boy barely had time to duck as the beast soared over. 00:03:11 Speaker 3: Him, crashing into the flock. Panic erupted. 00:03:15 Speaker 1: Sheep scattered in all directions, their terrified bleats filling the night. 00:03:20 Speaker 3: But the boy didn't watch them run. 00:03:23 Speaker 1: His eyes were locked onto the lion. A lamb was clenched between its powerful jaws, its tiny legs kicking helplessly against the beast's golden fur. The shepherd ran, not away, but toward the predator. 00:03:39 Speaker 5: She's mine! 00:03:40 Speaker 3: His feet pounded against the earth, his lungs burning with the chase. 00:03:45 Speaker 1: He followed the lion's shadow through the valley, past the rolling hills, and toward the rocky cliffs beyond the city. 00:03:52 Speaker 3: The lamb's cries guided. 00:03:54 Speaker 1: Him, growing fainter as the beast carried its prize toward its den. The sky had begun to lighten by the time the shepherd boy reached the canyon. The world was painted in the soft hues of early dawn, golden light creeping over the horizon, stretching long shadows across the land. The lion had retreated into the mouth of a cave, its low purrs echoing off the canyon walls. The boy didn't stop. He scrambled up the rocky slope, using his hands to pull himself higher, his fingers scraping against jagged stone. When he reached the entrance, he peered inside. The lion stood over the land, its powerful shoulders rising and falling as it growled low and hungry. The boy took a slow breath. He readied his sling. There was only one shot. If he missed, he was dead. He pivoted his back foot, shifting his weight. The sling whirled behind him, the stone cutting through the. 00:05:02 Speaker 3: Air with a quiet whoosh. Then he let it fly. 00:05:07 Speaker 1: The stone struck true, slamming into the lion's ribs with a sickening crack. The beast let out a choked roar, its body jerking sideways as pain rippled through its frame. The shepherd seized his moment. He charged forward, leaping onto the beast's back before it could recover. His arms wrapped around its thick neck, his fingers digging into its fur. The lion raged, it twisted, claws slashing wildly. The boy felt a sharp pain rake across his shoulder, warm blood spilling down his back. He was bucked off the lion and tumbled to the ground. The boy retrieved his staff and crouched low, ready for the lion's next advance. The lion took the bait. It leaped towards the boy, only to be met with a thwack of the shepherd's staff. The lion fell, disoriented. 00:06:09 Speaker 3: With a roar of his own, the boy took. 00:06:11 Speaker 1: A jagged stone, threw his weight back and smashed the lion's head. 00:06:16 Speaker 3: Then, silence. 00:06:19 Speaker 1: The little lamb trembled in the corner of the den. The shepherd boy limped forward and picked her up, stroking her wool with his bloody fingers. They exited the den together, shepherd and lamb, safe. The sun had fully risen by the time the boy returned to the pasture. The wounded lamb tucked safely in his arms. The wildflowers stretched their petals to the light. The sheep grazed peacefully, unaware of the battle that had been fought for them. The boy limped through the field, his muscles aching, his back throbbing from the lion's claws. 00:07:00 Speaker 3: But he smiled. 00:07:02 Speaker 1: He knelt down, setting the lamb beside its mother. his fingers brushed over its soft wool, checking for injuries, it would heal. 00:07:12 Speaker 3: So would he. 00:07:13 Speaker 1: A good shepherd always lays his life for the sheep, and young David, son of Jesse, was a good shepherd. The scent of rosemary filled the house, mingling with the rich aroma of stew bubbling over the fire. David stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His tunic was torn, his light hair dusted with dirt, and his face streaked with sweat. He walked past the hearth and reached for the basin, splashing water over his face and arms. As he turned to grab a cloth, a voice called out from the shadows. 00:07:57 Speaker 5: You look like Dung. 00:07:59 Speaker 3: What trouble did you get yourself into now? 00:08:02 Speaker 1: David's eldest brother, Eliab, lounged in the corner, tearing off a piece of bread with lazy disinterest. 00:08:11 Speaker 5: You wouldn't believe me if I told you. 00:08:14 Speaker 1: David dabbed at the wound on his shoulder. He winced slightly. Another voice joined in. 00:08:20 Speaker 4: Did the little mouse lose a fight with one of his sheep again? 00:08:25 Speaker 1: David turned to see Abinadab ladling stew into a wooden bowl. He snickered at David and gulped a spoonful. He nudged Eliab with his elbow, and the two brothers laughed. 00:08:39 Speaker 5: Do you remember when the little runt was attacked by the crows when he climbed that tree? 00:08:46 Speaker 4: If he wasn't so small, it would have broken his neck. 00:08:50 Speaker 3: Good thing he's the size of a squirrel. 00:08:53 Speaker 5: If you must know, it was a lion. I tried to take one of the lambs. I wrestled it from its jaws. 00:09:03 Speaker 1: His brothers scoffed, shaking their heads. Then, heavy footsteps approached from behind. The room fell quiet as Jesse entered. Their father was a tall man, broad and sturdy, his hands rough with years of labor. Though not a man of war, he commanded a presence that made others listen when he spoke. His gaze settled on the youngest son. his face revealing a certain spite that only David received. 00:09:34 Speaker 4: What did I tell you about these stories of yours, David? Your lies only make you seem smaller. 00:09:41 Speaker 3: David stiffened at that. 00:09:44 Speaker 4: I won't have you parading yourself as a hero who slays lions when you and I both know you did nothing of this sort. 00:09:52 Speaker 1: Your mother was the same way. 00:09:55 Speaker 5: Deceptive. making herself out to. 00:09:58 Speaker 3: Be more than she was. 00:10:01 Speaker 1: The words cut deeper than the lion's claws David wasn't born like his other brothers there was a mark on his birth that they rarely mentioned he was the living and embodied shame of his father. 00:10:15 Speaker 5: I did slay the lion father Go see the lamb yourself. You'll find the teeth marks. 00:10:24 Speaker 1: Jesse did not respond. He simply turned away, sitting at the table with Eliab and Abinadab. Their conversation moved on, their words filled with praise for Eliab's new station among Saul's men. The boy stood for a moment, watching them. Then, wordlessly, he turned and walked outside. His shoulder ached, but he hardly noticed. He grabbed his staff and made his way back up the hill, toward his flock. The sun was high now, bathing the pasture in light. The boy lifted his face to the sky and closed his eyes. 00:11:08 Speaker 3: The Lord is my shepherd. 00:11:10 Speaker 5: I shall not want. 00:11:11 Speaker 6: He makes me lie down in green pastures. He He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. 00:11:24 Speaker 5: He leads me as of righteousness for his name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. 00:11:36 Speaker 3: For you are with me. 00:11:39 Speaker 5: Your rod, your staff, they. 00:11:43 Speaker 5: You prepare a table before me, and in the presence of my enemies, you anoint my head with oil. Cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. 00:12:05 Speaker 1: The wind stirred. It curled around him, soft and unseen. A smile ghosted across his lips. He opened his eyes, glancing down at his sheep. He knew each one by name, their quirks, their temperaments, who got along with whom. 00:12:24 Speaker 3: He knew them just as the Lord knew him. 00:12:29 Speaker 1: He took up his harp once more, his fingers plucking out a melody beneath the blue sky. His voice carried across the valley, a song of love, of longing, of worship. Tears slipped down his face as he felt the safety of God's embrace. The Lord was his shepherd. This Pray.com production is only made possible by our dedicated team of creative talents. Steve Katina, Max Bard, Zach Schellewager and Ben Gammon are the executive producers of The Chosen People, narrated by Paul Coltofianu. Characters are voiced by Jonathan Cotton, Aaron Salvato, Sarah Seltz, Mike Reagan, Stephen Ringwald, Sylvia Zaradok, Thomas Copeland Jr., Rosanna Pilcher, and Mitch Lashinsky. Music by Andrew Morgan Smith. Written by Aaron Salvato, Brie Rosely, and Chris Baig. 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