I have been reminded lately of the story of Samuel and the quest God placed on him to find and anoint a new king of Israel. I’m in Fantasy Football draft mode right now (hoping Megatron finds his way on my squad), and I envision Sammy creating his own King of Israel mock draft–a list of who should be the first candidate to be considered for such a big position. And then there was David, who I don’t think who have even been a candidate for “Mr. Irrelevant”–the recognition given to the last player drafted in the actual NFL draft.
He was young. He was scrawny. He was a shephard. Boy. With peach fuzz.