As King David lay on his death bed, he thought back over his life and concluded that God had indeed been very good to him. Against overwhelming odds, he had gone from being a hunted fugitive to being the king of the nation. Even his good friend Jonathan, who rightfully should have inherited the throne from his father Saul, had never begrudged David the honor God had bestowed upon him.

Had he deserved as good a friend as Jonathan had been to him? A few years of sovereign power seemed to have gone to his head at one point. Accustomed to automatically getting what he wanted right away, it had been only natural that he hadn't considered the fact that the woman he had seen bathing on the roof had been already married to be a major obstacle to fulfillment of his desire at all.

The visit from the prophet Nathan had made David realize how wrong he had been. Stricken with remorse, David had cried out to God, and the Almighty had heard him and had had mercy upon him. Although the child he had conceived with Bathsheba in adultery had died, David had been allowed to keep his life, his kingdom, and Bathsheba, and in addition, God had blessed David and Bathsheba with a healthy son, Solomon, only a short time later.

As his life slowly ebbed away, the elderly king was at peace. He knew that his kingdom would be left in Solomon's capable hands, that his son would be a wise ruler who would build the temple that David himself had wanted so badly.

David became aware of a bright light at the end of a tunnel and knew that he was crossing over. Soon he would see God, would be reunited with his good friend Jonathan, would once again feast his eyes upon the lovely figure of his beloved Bathsheba.

He found himself standing in the middle of the most beautiful meadow he had ever seen. The sky was a breathtaking blue, and the grass was a verdant green. He could hear the birds singing, could see the butterflies flitting from flower to flower. And there was his beloved Bathsheba, but she wasn't alone.

"My wife and I have been reunited for all of eternity," Uriah the Hittite told David. His arm was around Bathsheba, and her head rested on his shoulder. "I suppose you thought that it was very clever of you to arrange for me to die in battle so that she would be free to marry you," Uriah continued. "I know that you two enjoyed the years you spent together on earth, but here in Paradise, everyone is equal, my dear king. The power you wielded upon earth means nothing here. Bathsheba has been returned to her rightful place at my side, and you, my dear king, are utterly powerless to do anything about it at all."

Crushed with disappointment, David tearfully appealed to the woman who had been his wife while on earth. "But don't you still love me, Bathsheba? We had a son together! Solomon! He's living proof of our love!"

"Solomon should have been my son." A new female voice interjected itself into the conversation, and David turned to see Saul's daughter, Michal.

"You became angry that I criticized you for dancing naked before the ark, so angry that you refused to come to my bed ever again. I could have given you sons as well, David, yet you refused to give me the opportunity."

David hung his head. He knew that Michal's words were true, and that she had a perfect right to be angry at him, as did Uriah. He had denied her the greatest honor of womanhood, the chance to become a mother, just as he had brought about the death of Uriah in battle. He gave Bathsheba one more pleading look, but she was gazing lovingly into Uriah's eyes and didn't even notice him.