He made an abrupt U-turn on Easy Street. His applecart of greed was overturned. Max Factor makeup could not mask the portrait of guilt sketched on his face. His gut growled with the gruff voice of self-loathing. Shame squeezed his body with the smothering grip of a boa constrictor. Portrait of a robber baron. Portrait of a bad shepherd whose blackest sheep was his own soul. Portrait of a thief who had discovered his own hand caught in the cookie jar.

His Rip Van Winkle soul had been awakened by the still small voice of Nathan. Nathan had long been a faithful servant of David. Nathan was also a faithful disciple of God. Nathan knew that God’s covenant of love with David had been broken. David had murdered his lieutenant Uriah so he could have the soldier’s wife Bathsheba for his own. Baths…