I wrote two different monologues. This is the one I didn't share because I don't know if I believe it.
Amazing grace… how sweet… the sound, that saved… a wretch… like me. I once was lost… but now am found, was blind… but now… I see.
Can I get an Amen?
Amen
Hallelujah
When I was but a young child, 10 or 11 small years lived, the Spirit, spoke in the softest of voices to me. So soft that I didn’t realise it was her. I spoke my impression to a friend, a new found realisation about self. Too embarrassed to say sex, I whispered to my friend, “I’d rather do it with a girl than a boy.”
Silence was her response.
I tried to take back my word, erase what I had said.
But I had spoken words of God for they were words of truth.
I lived in denial. The Spirit had reached out to me, but I would not accept the truth.
How dark it is to deny the Spirit of God. To deny truth is to walk through the valley of shadow and death, blind and alone.
Seven years went past before I glimpsed at truth again. A friend reached out to me, inviting me to see who God had created me to be.
He knit me together in mother’s womb.
But I believed it was wrong to be me. Not that God had made a mistake, but I lived in fear of messing up. My friend came to me as a prophetess, and I rejected her. That was my mistake.
You can be prophets. Share your truth! Let other’s reject it if they choose. Worry not, for you shall have done your job.
Woe to those who deny the prophets, for they live in darkness.
I lived in darkness and lies. I dated with out love, and loved without action. I lived but was not alive.
In the centre of Babylon, mourners lied down, dressed in black wailing the loss of those they loved, those who were told their love was unnatural, sinful.
God is love. Love, all love is of God.
Children, refused the love of God, had taken their lives. Mourners on the street protested “this should not be!” I sat with them, but I didn’t understand.
How lost, was I. How far from the truth. By the river of Babylon I had no words, no tears and no love.
“Repent!” says the spirit. She calls to me, she opens my eyes to the hopelessness of my path. “Repent, Turn, Love.”
I saw the warning, but I did not heed it. Determined I carried on in the wrong direction. I damned, not only myself, on the path of destruction, but sought to bring others down with me.
This is what it means to be lost, hardened against truth, rejecting light, until it came in the form of an Angel.
My Angel came. And just and Jesus himself did, my Angel met me where I was at. She didn’t sparkle to the common eye, but in the lowly state she took to be with me, I saw her glory. Her splendour was interior, but, thanks be to God, I was allowed to see it. Her splendour was her love. It took a while for her brilliant love to wear at the hard walls of my soul, but she didn’t give up on me. Her patience was a river, ever flowing, ever eroding my exterior.
I am saved! I have been found! I have experienced the light and love of God. Now I see. When I ignored the Spirit of God, the prophetess, the warnings, God’s love pursued me. He sent his Angel to rescue me. God is love and love is love. This love is for each of you! This love is available now, for you and you and you.
“Come,” the Spirit cries “Come, be found. See.” Do not wait any longer. Now, today is the time.
I say God is good. You say all the time. I say all the time. You say God is good.
God is good
All the time
All the time
God is good.
Amen
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