What, me, a king? Well, actually, yes. Even before Tim Challies, Pope of Christian Blogdom, crowned me King for a Week, I was predestined to the throne. Consider these facts:

In the French deck of cards, the Kings, Queens, and Jacks have names. The King of Hearts is “Charles,” probably after Charles the Great (Charlemagne), or possibly King Charles VII of France. The King of Diamonds is “César,” probably after Julius Cæsar. The King of Clubs is “Alexandre,” probably after Alexander the Great. The King of Spades, which you see here, is none other than {insert trumpet fanfare here} “David,” most likely after the King of Israel.

You will also notice that the French card has “R” for “Roi” where we are accustomed to seeing “K” for “King.” My middle name is “Leroy,” derived from the French “le roi.” From the day of my birth, I have been David the King.

I am told that “David” means “beloved,” which has nothing to do with any of this. It just adds a bit of warm fuzziness to this otherwise emotionless post.

So, welcome to my kingdom. Wipe your feet on the rug and come on in. We have a couple of small feasts planned for this week, but as usual, the best we have is plundered from neighboring castles. See the sidebar, under On the Web, for the freshest victuals.

Tomorrow, we have a very distinguished guest blogger lined up. See you then, and thanks for visiting.