It was early and the house was quiet. My Bible sat open to Psalm 31. With each line a new image formed in my mind. First was the thought of David fleeing for his life, dashing from cave to cave with an entire army in tireless pursuit. Reading on, I could imagine him caught in the shame of his sin exposed. Oh, the shock that would reverberate throughout his kingdom. Would the people know quickly that their king had betrayed their trust, or would it filter out slowly as the rumors grew - infidelity, murder, conspiracy?