“BUT I HAVE CHOSEN JERUSALEM THAT MY NAME MAY BE THERE, AND I HAVE CHOSEN DAVID TO BE OVER MY PEOPLE ISRAEL.”
2 Chronicles 6:6
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always loved to play the lyre, so I started out in the service of King Saul as a musician.
Folks always seem to remember my encounter with that Philistine giant, Goliath of Gath. My slingshot came in handy that day, but the battle got me into a mess with King Saul. That didn’t prevent the king’s son Jonathan and I from becoming close friends.
After the victory over Goliath and the Philistines, my popularity skyrocketed amongst our people. That didn’t sit so well with King Saul, and soon enough I needed to flee to the Judean Desert to escape the king.
I was just a shepherd in Bethlehem when one day the prophet Samuel called me out of the field and anointed me king over Israel.
But where does the story of David’s Land really take off?
It was when I united my people by making Jerusalem our capital. I led the people of Israel to victory in battle, conquered land and paved the way for my son, Solomon, to build our Holy Temple on Jerusalem’s Mt. Moriah.