We are in Advent, asking, “What shall we name the baby?” and Scripture answers: Jesus, the Son of David, the true King. From 2 Samuel 7, God promised David a dynasty that would endure forever—not a single project or one generation, but a kingdom that would outlast time. That promise reaches back even further to Judah in Genesis 49: “The scepter shall not depart from Judah… until Shiloh comes,” a prophetic thread pointing to Christ. David wanted to build a temple, but God said no. Instead of sulking, David sat before the Lord in awe and worship, recognizing God’s “forever” plan, and he spent his remaining years gathering materials so his son could build. That posture—receiving God’s no with worship and contributing anyway—teaches us how to live when our deepest desires are redirected.

We also see a foreshadowing: David the warrior and Solomon the peacemaker. Solomon’s peace points forward to the Prince of Peace. When Bartimaeus cried, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me,” he wasn’t just using a title—he was confessing Jesus as the promised King. Matthew underlines this with history itself: three groups of fourteen generations from Abraham to David, David to the exile, and exile to Christ. Even the number 14 (the numerical value of David’s name) signals that God’s covenant threads faithfully through real families, real time, real records.

Psalm 89 presses this further: God swore by His holiness not to lie to David. The throne would stand as sure as sun and moon. So what do we do with a God who keeps promises across centuries? We yield to His direction, even when it differs from our plans. We become what 1 Peter 2 calls “living stones,” a spiritual house where God dwells. If He says no, we worship. If He redirects, we gather materials for the next person. If He delays, we trust His forever. And we welcome Christ the King—David’s Son and David’s Lord—into the very structure of our lives.