“One evening David got up from his bed and walked around on the roof of the palace. From the roof he saw a woman bathing. The woman was very beautiful…” (2nd Samuel 11:2 NIV)
“Please don’t go,” Crissa begged. Sam looked at her angrily, “This conversation is going nowhere. I’ve had it.” He walked out, slamming the front door behind him. He tugged at the wedding ring on his left hand. It felt as if it was constricting the blood flow in his finger. Sam quickly removed it, tucking it in the pocket of his jeans.
“Don’t walk away.”
Sam ignored the voice in his head. He jumped in the car, tires squealing as he pulled away from the curb. His car seemed to be on auto-pilot as it headed toward a familiar section of town.
“I won’t protect you this time.” the voice said.
“I can handle it myself,” Sam muttered, “I don’t need your help.”
Sam slowed down to a crawl as he pulled onto Grand Avenue. The houses in this area left much to be desired. A group of young teens hung out on the corner. Their bodies sported tattoos and piercings. They were dressed in black and orange, gang colors, for a group called “Midnight Warriors”. The scent of burnt leaves clung heavily in the air.
Sam continued down the street. There she was. He had spotted her while cruising this area on various occasions in the past month. He had never stopped.
He was just looking. Nothing wrong in looking, he tried to convince himself.
The girl smiled at him and winked. She brushed her long dark hair behind her ear.
“Keep going”the voice told him.
Sam pulled over to the curb and got out of the car.
“Turn around” said the voice.
Sam stopped for a moment. He looked down at the empty spot on his ring finger. His wife’s face flashed before him.
Sam looked down the street at the scantily clad young woman. Her smile seemed to beckon him to join her.
Sam walked towards her.
He placed one foot in front of the other, each step quieting the warning that rang in his ears.
The voice grew silent.
Sam stopped in front of the woman. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out a few bills and handed them to her. She smiled and began to lead him down the sidewalk towards a near-by building.
As they entered the room, she paused and reached into her purse. Pulling out her wallet, she opened it. Something shiny flashed before his eyes.
“You’re under arrest,” she told him. “Put your hands on the wall and spread eagle.”
Suddenly, two other officers seemed to come out of no where. “You should have stopped walking at the curb,” the officer told him.
Sam hung his head in shame. “I should have stopped walking at my front door.”
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