King Saul sitting, little David standing, his fingers clutched into
the hair of decapitated Goliath. As Saul sees David standing there
holding in his hand the ghastly, reeking, staring trophy, evidence of
the complete victory over God's enemies, the king wonders what
parentage was honored by such heroism, and in my text he asks David
his pedigree: "Whose son art thou, thou young man?"
The king saw what you and I see, that this question of heredity is a
mighty question. The longer I live the more