His story is full of that kind of… knowing. Especially when it came to his anointing as king.

You see, the prophet Samuel was sent to anoint a new king from among the sons of Jesse. He lined them up, these impressive, kingly-looking men. But the holy oil, the mishchah, just wouldn't pour. It stayed stubbornly put in the horn. According to Ginzberg's retelling in Legends of the Jews, Samuel tried and tried, but nothing happened.

Can you imagine the tension in the room? Samuel must have been sweating. What was going on?

Then came David.

And here's where things get… well, legendary. As David approached, the oil, of its own accord, began to flow. It poured itself out over him, anointing him before anyone even had a chance to react. This wasn’t just a dribble; it was a torrent, a sign so clear it couldn't be ignored.

But it gets even wilder! The drops of oil that landed on his clothes? They transformed into diamonds and pearls! Talk about a divine seal of approval. And the horn, the vessel that held the oil? After anointing David, it was still as full as before. A never-ending supply, a symbol of the endless blessings and kingship that awaited him.

Mind. Blown.

But even with such a clear sign, there was still… doubt. Amazement, even resentment. How could this… boy, this son of a… well, rumors swirled. How could he be king? Some whispered that he was the son of a slave.

And that's when Jesse's wife stepped forward and revealed a secret. She declared herself to be David's mother, silencing the whispers and setting the stage for David's rise. This revelation, this confirmation of his lineage, was crucial. As we find in Legends of the Jews, it addressed the doubts and solidified his claim to the throne.

So, what does it all mean? Maybe it's a reminder that destiny often chooses the unexpected. That greatness can come from humble beginnings. That sometimes, the signs are so clear, so undeniable, that all we can do is stand back in awe. And maybe, just maybe, it's a reminder to look beyond the surface, because you never know where you might find a king.