In 1 Samuel 22, David's dodging death from Saul's spears, fleeing family and friends, playing crazy in Philistine land only to bail 'cause even the enemy's like "nah," and ends up in the cave of Adullam, this dark, dead-end spot symbolizing burial, wilderness, and last resorts where nothing grows and life's just a slow fade; but bam, his fam joins, then 400 distressed dudes in debt or straight discontented with Saul's jacked system rally 'round, making him captain – these early adopters spotting God's anointing on him over the old regime. Pastor Andy ties it slick to Jesus, condemned by world and kin, cross-bound and tomb-trapped, drawing tax collectors and sinners 'cause religion and society flop hard, leaving us lonely atoms numb with nihilism thinking nothing matters; but truth bomb: submission ain't blind obedience – flee if unsafe, protect peeps like David did the priest – and real fix is heading "outside the camp" to embrace your own humiliating "death," ditching dreams and rights for Jesus, the rightful King who's conquered death and flips cave-dwellers into mighty world-changers just by hanging close, like his inner three or David's water-fetching warriors. Surrender fully, don't let "cats" or comfort hold you – He's molding you for that coming kingdom, turning messes to miracles, 'cause when Jesus is all you got, He's all you need.