Sarah
2 Samuel 9：
After David became king of Israel, one day he started thinking about Saul’s family.
“I wonder if there’s anybody left from Saul’s family. Because of Jonathan, I want to show that person some kindness.”
So David called in Ziba, one of Saul’s former servants.
David asked him:
“Are you Ziba?”
Ziba quickly answered:
“Yes, my king. I am.”
David asked again:
“Is there anybody still alive from Saul’s family? I want to show him the kindness of God.”
Ziba thought for a moment and said:
“Yes. Jonathan has a son named Mephibosheth. But… both of his legs are lame.”
As soon as David heard that, he asked:
“Where is he?”
Ziba answered:
“He’s in Lo-debar, staying at the house of Machir son of Ammiel.”
David didn’t waste any time. He sent his men to bring Mephibosheth to him.
When Mephibosheth arrived and stood before David, he was scared to death.
And honestly, who wouldn’t be?
He was Saul’s grandson!
Saul had once been David’s greatest enemy. Now Saul was dead, David was king, and Mephibosheth was part of the very family that had once tried to kill him.
Mephibosheth must have been thinking, “Why did the king call me here? Is this the end of the road for me?”
So as soon as he saw David, he bowed down to the ground.
David called him:
“Mephibosheth!”
He quickly answered:
“Your servant is here.”
David could see that he was frightened, so he said:
“Don’t be afraid. I’m not here to harm you. Because of your father Jonathan, I want to show you kindness.
I’m giving you back all the land that belonged to your grandfather Saul.
And from now on, you can come to the palace and eat with me every day.”
Mephibosheth was stunned.
He bowed down again and said:
“My king, who am I? I’m nothing but a dead dog. Why would you even care about me like this?”
But David wasn’t just saying nice words.
He called Ziba back and told him:
“Everything that belonged to Saul and his family, I am giving to Mephibosheth.
You, your sons, and your servants are to work the land for him and bring in the harvest to provide for him.
But remember this—Mephibosheth himself will always eat at my table.”
Ziba quickly answered:
“Whatever my king commands, your servant will do.”
From that day on, Mephibosheth lived in Jerusalem.
Both of his legs were lame, but there was something far more important than his weakness:
He had a place at the king’s table every day.
Think about that.
A man who once lived in fear of the king
ended up becoming a welcome guest at the king’s table.
That was the kindness David showed Mephibosheth because of Jonathan.