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Tuesday, October 14, 2014

What Kind of King is This? Exclusive Monologue!

Hi Friends,

Well, the launch for WRESTLING WITH WONDER seems to be going well! 

Remember, send me your pictures with you and the book (like the one of Beanie here), and let me know how Wrestling with Wonder is impacting you.  For example, here's what one reader said: 
"[Wrestling with Wonder] has really really been blessing me. Perfect for the season I am in!"

Now, here's a little fun something  While I was writing the book, I had the opportunity to perform two monologues as Mary at my church, using material from my book.  So, I thought it would be fun to share here one of those monologues. Here ya go:

Narration 2 -- What Kind of King?
         He was born.  Born in a barn, wrapped in rags, laid in a feeding trough.  No palace, no crib, no soft silk meant for a king.  The animals were our witnesses.  Lowly shepherds our first visitors. 
         What kind of King is this?
       I held him in my arms. He nestled, and nuzzled. So normal. So real. He let out a cry, his mouth open, searching. I smiled and guided him to eat.  He was strong, this newborn son of mine. Of God’s. This Messiah.
         I rolled the word over in my mind as I gazed down at his pink cheeks, his stock of curly black hair. His eyes were closed, his lashes dark against his skin.
        Messiah. Rescuer. Deliverer. Redeemer. King … Baby.
        What kind of King is this?

            He grew up, my Messiah-Son.  And was nothing like I expected.  He didn’t conquer Rome, he didn’t rule the nations, he didn’t raise an army or free Israel . . . at least not in the way I had dreamed.
            Instead, he asked me to face my deepest fear. My darkest doubt. My nightmare.
            A young man came to me in the night. He came disheveled and out of breath. Told me they had arrested my son. Men came—soldiers, crowds, but not only them, the priests came too. The leaders of my people. They came by night to a garden with clubs and torches and swords. And they took him.
            They took him to Gabbatha, the Stone Pavement. The place of judgment.
            I stood there, shaking, in a courtyard with a crowd. The noonday sun beat down on us, illuminating the stones, the people, the priests, Pilate, and my son, wavering on the platform before me. A glance stole my breath, constricted my heart. I barely recognized him. His eye was swollen, his clothes bloody. He looked like a lamb already slaughtered.
            What kind of King is this?
            He wore a purple robe, as if to mock him. And on his head ... Oh, Lord ... My soul shattered. 
            On his head was a crown made of the thorns of the akanthos bush. Blood runs down his forehead, his cheeks.
            Akanthos, a symbol of my people’s shame ...
            Pilate held up his hand. “Behold your king!” he shouted.
            I covered my face, peeked through my fingers.
            “Do you want me to release for you the King of the Jews?”
            For a moment, hope soared through me.
            And was crushed by a single word: “Barabbas!”
            Just days before the crowds welcomed him like David coming into his kingdom. They laid palm branches, they cried hosanna! They sang, “Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord! Blessed is the king of Israel!” They threw down their coats so the colt’s hooves would not even touch the dirt.
            And I believed he rode in to claim his kingdom at last.
            But what kind of King is this?
            A king isn’t beaten.
            A king isn’t bloody.
            A king doesn’t die a criminal’s death.
            Or does He?
            Pilate spoke again. “What shall I do with this Jesus?” he cried.
            The question drove into me like a soul-piercing sword. It drove through me, became my own. What shall I do with this Jesus? What shall I do with a King destined to die?
            What shall I do with this kind of King? 

Remember, you can find out more (and even read a sample chapter) at www.marloschalesky.com/nonfiction or join me on Facebook at www.facebook.com/MarloSchalesky or on Twitter at www.twitter.com/MarloSchalesky


Jackie Smith said...

I just heard about this book (through T.Alexander blog) and have downloaded it on my Kindle!
It sounds fantastic, and I can't wait to read it!!

Marlo Schalesky said...

Thanks so much, Jackie! I hope the book touches your soul!