“Oh, here they come! Look! They’re all dancing and singing! How wonderful it is!”
Jezrel is hanging out over the balcony of the palace straining to see everything that is going on. She is the hand-maiden of Queen Michal, the wife of King David. The sounds of music and merry-making have drawn her out to the terrace where she strains to see and hear everything. She would love to join in on the festival.
David had gone up to Obed-Edom to bring the Ark of the Covenant to the City of David, and when they had come six paces into the city they stopped and sacrificed unto the Lord. Everyone is celebrating the coming home of the Ark and the blessings it holds.
David and all the house of Israel have brought home the Ark of the Lord with shouting. The trumpets blast, and David is dancing before the Lord with all his might. He leaps and twirls with every fiber of his being – body, soul and spirit. He sings praises to his Jehovah God. This is a day for great celebration.
His royal robes have become cumbersome in David's worship, so he throws them all off, down to his linen ephod. Now he is really free to dance and praise God with everything he has.
“Oh, how wonderful it all is!" Jezrel is still reporting to Queen Michal.
The queen peers out of the window. It all sounds terribly disgusting to her – quite undistinguished.
Her brow narrows and resentment begins to rise in her as she has seen it all before. Whenever David is worshiping his God, he abandons all decorum. He pays no attention to the rules and regulations set forth by the religious leaders. He looses his head and goes crazy. There is a set way to worship, the way she has done it all her life, and he breaks every rule.
“I get so sick and tired of watching this wild man worship his God. He does it every time. I’ve had it – this is the last straw. How can I ever go into the public again when he has made such a spectacle of himself? How can I hold my head up amongst the people when he has made us a mockery? I can’t stand it!" Her eyes begin to flash as she spins around and dashes downstairs to receive him.
As David is coming home to bless his own household, Michal greets him. She lets her mouth spew forth what is in her spirit.
“How glorious was the King of Israel today, uncovering himself in the eyes of the maids of his servants as a burlesque street dancer would shamelessly uncover himself!”
David answers her with a king’s statement.
“It was the Lord who chose me instead of your father and his household, to appoint me ruler over the people of the Lord, over Israel. Therefore, I will play music before the Lord. And I will be more undignified than this, and I will be humble in my own sight. But as for the maidservants of whom you have spoken, by them I will be held in honor.”
Michal is taken aback at the brashness of David’s answer to her. She holds her tongue further, but she also broods over the words of disrespect in her heart. She cannot say more, he is her husband, but also he is the king.
Her pride is undaunted, and bitterness begins to seep into her heart. Its tentacles creep deep into her spirit, binding her more and more until she is completely held in its grasp. The beauty of her countenance is taken prisoner by the poison of hostility and resentment, and she gradually begins to resemble a lump of rough, black, coal. She is no longer the exquisite prize David won when he slew Goliath.
So it was that Michal, Queen of Israel, the daughter of Saul, had no children till the day of her death.
Taken from 2 Samuel 6:12-23. (My paraphrase)
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