The Secret Mindset

The Key to Faith

The stars stretched wide above the hills of Bethlehem, scattered across the heavens like sparks from a great fire. It was night, but not the kind that swallows the earth in darkness. The moon hung full and bright, pouring silver light across the fields until the grass itself seemed to glow.

David lay back in the cool pasture, his head resting against the warm flank of his dog. The sheep had settled into the valley, their quiet breathing rising and falling in the stillness. Somewhere in the distance an owl called from the trees, and the wind moved softly through the grass like the whisper of an unseen traveler passing through.

It was a quiet world.

A good world.

David’s thoughts wandered as he stared into the sky. The stars danced above him, countless and steady, and something about their quiet order stirred the music that often rose in his heart when the night grew still.

He sat up slowly.

The fire beside him had burned low, its coals glowing deep red beneath the ash. He reached for his harp and drew it into his lap. For a moment he simply listened to the night. Then his fingers moved across the strings.

The melody came first.

Soft at the beginning, uncertain, like water finding its way down a hillside. The notes drifted across the valley and settled among the sheep. One by one their chewing slowed, their ears lifting at the familiar sound of the shepherd’s music.

Then David’s voice joined the harp.