The restlessness of idleness settled on him. He rose from his couch and walked onto the rooftop. Below, in a quiet courtyard, a woman was bathing. The light caught the water on her skin, and David, the man after God’s own heart, stopped. He did not turn away.
Joab read the letter. He understood. He did not question the king. That night, he launched an assault on the city walls. In the place where the enemy’s archers were strongest, he placed Uriah and a few other men. The arrows flew. Uriah the Hittite fell, his blood soaking into the foreign soil of Ammon. samuel 11
David listened, his face a mask. To the messenger, he said coldly, “Tell Joab not to let this trouble him. The sword devours one as well as another. Strengthen the attack against the city and overthrow it.” The restlessness of idleness settled on him
He sealed the letter with his own royal signet. Then he called Uriah back. “Carry this dispatch to Joab,” David said, looking the loyal soldier in the eye. “Go with courage.” The light caught the water on her skin,
The words were a blade. David’s mind, so sharp in battle, scrambled for an escape. He would craft a lie so simple, so human, that no one would suspect. He would make it appear that the child was Uriah’s own.
And the thing David had done was evil in the sight of the Lord.