Screenplay*

There is nothing wrong with me.

Though I sense people around me think so, aloud and in my face or quietly behind my back. I feel God beside me—leading me, holding me, accepting me…I’m at peace.

All the circumstances that He authored or that He permitted to be written in my life, I see as punctuations and exclamations interwoven in the script of the current act of my life—a play in the theater that is the world. And God is the Scriptwriter, Director, and Producer. He is also the special Audience whose approval I covet above all. The rest of the audience I also love in varying degrees. I would appreciate any approval or applause but if their “bravos” and “hurrahs” would drown my Playwright’s still small voice, the world’s cheers would ring hollow anyway and the entire point of being in a play and up a stage would become meaningless.

Who knows the Scriptwriter is also speaking specifically to some of the spectators, including my kinsmen, friends, colleagues, strangers. After all, He took part in the play in that mystery and miracle called 'reincarnation'. He entered into the lives of His actors as the Hero who rescues His people from tyranny and oppression of the enemy.

The script composed in His own hands, never fails to point out that the obscure tale narrated in this play, which is my life, is actually just a subplot (subsumed) in the unfolding magnificence of the main story—His story—the real grand theme of history, the thread that weaves together the fabric of all events, both great and little known.

The script is handed to me—the actor, one page at a time, and occasionally, one line at a time. From my limited perspective, the script sometimes baffles me, upsets, and riles me. There are instances when it stumps me why I delivered a line or rendered a scene in a manner befitting a lifetime’s worth of remorse and disappointment. But then every act and scene, every line and dialogue is subject to the Author's proofreading; I know that Adonai can write forgiveness, redemption, and grace in the following scene, act, or play. Perhaps the editing will be today, tomorrow, a few days or years from now…for I have been assured of the last act and the triumphant ending of the Story.

*(written 26 August 2006 as part of a 3-minute intuitive exercise in a writing workshop)