Resurrection in the Rust

I’m no fan of horror movies. I despise blood and gore. The other reason is because they all follow the same basic plot: A family receives a letter from the Law Offices of Dewey, Cheatem, and Howe. A great aunt they barely knew has died and left them her Victorian mansion out in the woods. The family quickly packs up all their belongings and moves in, eager to enjoy the opulence and spaciousness of their new home. But one by one, they discover that the house is haunted. And they’re stuck with it. I don’t believe in ghosts or haunted houses, but sometimes, dreams turn into nightmares. King David dreamed of building the temple in Jerusalem. David would have been the ideal person to do this. Israel reached the peak of its power under his reign. He united all twelve tribes, and no enemies dared to attack his kingdom. And David was a righteous man. His precipitous fall from grace had not yet occurred, when he committed adultery and murder. So why wouldn’t God let him build the temp