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| David and Goliath| When Faith Stepped in the Valley |
The valley had been dry for weeks, but that morning it felt like it was holding its breath. The dust didn’t stir. The wind didn’t speak. Even the birds had gone quiet. My name is Malach. I was born in Hebron, the son of a stonemason, and I’ve served in Saul’s army since my sixteenth year. I’ve seen war. I’ve stood beside men who faced death with fire in their eyes. But nothing—nothing—was like those forty days in the Valley of Elah.
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