By Laura Zapata Castrillón
“Ziba, Ziba, the time has come for you to enter King David’s chamber!” With hurried steps I follow King David’s servant into a private apartment of the palace.
Now I find myself in front of the king’s banquet table. From behind the candlesticks, I see his figure rise hastily. My knees quiver, not for the thought of what might happen to me, but for Mephibosheth, that poor man with lame feet who lives in Lodebar.
King David has been searching for the survivors of King Saul, my late lord, for some time. And after all the war between the two families, I am not so sure that Mephibosheth will be fortunate if found by David. The last time I saw Mephibosheth, he was dragging himself painfully through the streets of that dry and barren village, that place that seems devoid of God’s Word. 1When I
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Lodebar was a small village in Gilead not far from the Sea of Galilee. The sinister meaning of its name was not attractive at all. Etymologically, Lodebar means “not a word.” According to what was believed, “the Word of God did not reach” this place, isolating its inhabitants from the rest of Israel and from God. Lodebar has other meanings, such as “land with no fruits” or “arid land.”
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Laura Zapata Castrillón studies Christian media ministry at Hartland College.