Jonathan: Son of Saul

00:00:00 Speaker 1: Previously on The Chosen People The crowd erupted into a cacophony of praise. Trumpets blared, and the voices of the people rose like a storm. Long live the king, they shouted. Long live King Saul. Saul lifted his blade high and bellowed, his voice rolling across the forest and into the camp beyond. 00:00:24 Speaker 2: Fight, you mighty men of Israel! 00:00:27 Speaker 3: Fight as one nation under God! 00:00:32 Speaker 2: The Lord has conquered kingdoms and toppled towers for you. Yet you whine for a king like children. When Nahash came, you did not call on the Lord to save you. No, you asked for a man. And here he is. King, you demanded. 00:00:57 Speaker 1: For the first time, a seed of bitterness took root in Saul's heart. He wondered if Samuel had ever truly wanted him to be king, or if the old prophet was secretly praying for his failure. The forge burned hot. glowing like the heart of a dying star, the iron within pulsing with heat as the blacksmith worked tirelessly, his hammer ringing against the anvil. The scent of molten metal and charred leather filled the air as he affixed each scale, layering them onto the thick breastplate in an intricate pattern. Finally, he dipped his brush into a pot of molten gold and traced each iron scale with careful precision. When he finished, the armor gleamed like the sun itself, a masterpiece of craft and wealth. Saul held the breastplate before him, his fingers tracing the golden filigree. The weight of it was immense, but it did not burden him. It emboldened him. 00:02:08 Speaker 2: Now there will be no mistaking who is king when I march into battle. 00:02:16 Speaker 1: The attendant strapped the armour to his chest, tightening the leather straps across his back. It fit him perfectly. He stood before the polished bronze mirror, adjusting the way his sword hung at his hip, admiring how the gold caught the light. For a moment, he let himself believe he had been made for this. Made to be seen, made to be adored, made to be the one who would lead Israel into an era of strength. Then a messenger entered with a message. 00:02:50 Speaker 3: My king, the Philistines have formed a garrison in Geba. 00:02:54 Speaker 4: Geba? They were meant to be heading toward Michmash. Are you certain they have occupied it completely? 00:03:00 Speaker 5: Yes, my lord. 00:03:01 Speaker 3: They met no resistance. The inhabitants were unprepared. The Philistines marched in and just took it as if it were their own. 00:03:10 Speaker 1: Saul clenched his jaw. Two thousand men had marched with him to Michmash. waiting for the inevitable clash against a Philistine host. If they were fortifying at Geba instead, the enemy's intentions had shifted. 00:03:25 Speaker 4: Are they advancing? 00:03:26 Speaker 3: Not yet, my lord, but... But what? Your son, Jonathan, has already marched to meet them with the thousand men you placed under his command. 00:03:36 Speaker 1: Saul's blood turned to ice. 00:03:38 Speaker 4: How do you know this? 00:03:40 Speaker 3: Jonathan sent me himself, my king. As soon as he heard the Philistines had taken the city, he led the men south. They're already there. 00:03:48 Speaker 1: Saul's grip tightened around the hilt of his sword. He felt the weight of his crown pressing against his skull. His son was bold. Too bold. 00:03:59 Speaker 4: Jonathan is outnumbered three to one. How could he be so stupid? We march to his aid. Abner, ready our men. We ride at dawn for Geba. 00:04:12 Speaker 1: As his officers rushed to obey, Saul took a final glance at the mirror. He would need to finish his armor before they set out. The Philistine garrison burned like a beacon in the dark. Torches and firelight glowed against the night sky. The air smelled of roasted meat and spiced wine as the soldiers feasted, reveling in their effortless victory. Drunken laughter carried across the camp careless and unhurried. The Philistines didn't need to fight for Geba. The Hebrews had let them take it like frightened children. But Jonathan had been watching. Neck deep in the swamp, the prince stood motionless, the mud clinging to his skin like a second layer of armor. He had spent the last hours watching the camp, counting every soldier, tracking every change in the watch. They were sloppy Arrogant, their patrols were predictable. They did not believe an attack would come. As the last rotation of guards marched into place, Jonathan waded silently back to his men. Upstream, hidden among the stony hills, his thousand soldiers crouched in wait, silent and still beneath the cold glow of the moon. There were no fires, no banners waving. nothing to alert the Philistines of their presence. Jonathan emerged from the water caked in mud. His men wrinkled their noses at the stench, but he grinned unbothered. 00:05:53 Speaker 5: The Lord has favored us, brothers. They outnumber us two to one. Good odds for God's chosen people. 00:06:01 Speaker 1: The men chuckled. Jonathan was not their king, but they followed him as if he were. Not out of duty or fear, but out of trust. Jonathan knelt in the dirt, and his commanders followed, leaning in as he traced the plan into the soil. 00:06:18 Speaker 4: The southern entrance is well guarded. 00:06:20 Speaker 5: Too well. But the stream curves around the western edge. That side is unmanned. The swamp ends less than fifty yards from their walls. They would not expect an attack from there. 00:06:32 Speaker 1: The commanders nodded. The plan was set. Jonathan stood, raising his sword. The moon cast a silver gleam along its edge. 00:06:42 Speaker 5: For too long, the Philistines have stolen from us. They have taken our land, our children, our women. 00:06:48 Speaker 4: No more. No more waiting. No more fear. Tonight we fight. 00:06:54 Speaker 1: A quiet but fierce resolve filled the ranks. They were ready. Jonathan sheathed his sword and led his men back into the water. Dawn crept over the hills, casting long shadows through the trees. The garrison still burned, its fires flickering low. The last of the night watch was retiring, the new guard taking their places, lazy and unprepared. Jonathan watched patiently. Just when the first rays of dawn glared through the cracks of the garrison, Jonathan stood. Now! The prince burst forward, water and mud spraying around him as he surged toward the walls. His men followed. Within seconds, they had cleared the swamp, and before the first guard even had time to call out, Jonathan's sword was at his throat. The Philistine crumpled. Jonathan did not slow. His blade danced, cutting through flesh and bone, each strike swift and merciless. He was not the tallest of men, nor the strongest, but none in Israel matched his sword work. He moved like a storm, cutting down every Philistine that dared stand before him. Behind him, his men swarmed the camp, striking from all sides. The Philistines scrambled for their weapons, but they had been caught unprepared. Panic overtook them. By the time the sun had fully risen, the enemy was broken. Jonathan stood at the gates, panting. his sword dripping red. He moved through the city, cutting the bonds of the captives and returning them to their homes. None of them knew he was the prince. None of them needed to. Saul's army reached Geba as the smoke still curled into the sky. From the hills they looked down at the battlefield. The garrison had fallen and the Philistine banners lay trampled in the dirt. Saul narrowed his eyes. 00:09:06 Speaker 3: Jonathan won. 00:09:09 Speaker 1: The men settled their camp atop the hills while Saul sent scouts ahead. They returned quickly, confirming Jonathan's victory. Saul smiled. He puffed out his chest, sitting taller atop his horse. He rode into the city with his men behind him, banners waving, trumpets blaring. His voice boomed as he laughed, arms outstretched. 00:09:34 Speaker 4: Let all the Hebrews hear of our victory. Let the Philistines quake in fear at our strength. 00:09:42 Speaker 1: The men cheered. Jonathan, kneeling beside an injured soldier, looked up. The sun caught his father's new armor, the gold blinding in the morning light. 00:09:54 Speaker 4: Ah, father, you came. 00:09:56 Speaker 1: Saul dismounted, clapping his son on the back. 00:10:00 Speaker 4: Ah, the Philistines will learn that Israel is not weak. This victory will bring more men to our army. The men fought bravely today, father. 00:10:11 Speaker 5: You should be proud. However, there are some men who were gravely wounded and in need. 00:10:17 Speaker 1: Of Saul ignored his son and turned away, calling forth his messengers. 00:10:23 Speaker 4: Take trumpets to every city. 00:10:26 Speaker 2: Let all of Israel know that I have won this battle. 00:10:30 Speaker 1: The messengers ran swiftly, and by nightfall, every village and town spoke of Saul's great triumph. None spoke of Jonathan. Jonathan did not mind. He had never fought for glory. 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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