Nothing was in the mailbox. That means my sister got the mail already. Oh I can't wait to look through it. My manuscript has been at the publisher's for months! First they made me wait four months while the reader was screening it, and then I had to wait four more months while it was being considered by the assistant to the assistant publisher--or was that the assistant to the assistant to the assistant publisher or was it the assistant to the--aww, what does it matter. The main thing is that it next went to the publishing committee, and they said in four more months they would finally let me know if they would publish it! Those four months are up today! The publisher has had my manuscript for an entire year. But that's okay, it's going to be worth it. I can feel it already--published author!
(PICKS UP MAIL)
I can feel it already. Rejection. They sent back the manuscript. We're sorry but your manuscript does not meet our needs at this time. Well, maybe my manuscript will meet the needs of this trashcan.
THROWS MANUSCRIPT IN TRASH CAN, THROWS TYPEWRITER IN TRASHCAN.
I wonder if my dream would fit in that trash can as well. I bet it would--it's been squashed flat enough times.
Lord, I don't understand. I thought this dream of being a writer was from you. But all I get is enough rejection slips to wallpaper my office! Perhaps I should save a tree--and give it up. It's just too hard--there's too much competition out there. It's impossible.
I think I need some refreshing of my spirit. Where did I leave off in my Bible reading?
"there was a priest named Zechariah, who belonged to the priestly division of Abijah, his wife Elizabeth was also a descendant of Aaron. Both of them were upright in the sight of God, observing all the Lord's commandments and regulations blamelessly. But they had no children, because Elizabeth was barren; and they were both well along in years."
What a blow to a godly woman of that time. Surely her dream was to bear children and it must have been such a disgrace for her not to have any. It was an impossible dream for her to have a child...and yet.... God chose her to bear John the Baptist? I wonder what it would have been like to be Elizabeth?
ACTRESS puts on biblical garb
Hello, Hannah. Oh yes, you're right, you have a beautiful baby there. No, I don't think you're boasting to think so. Babies are indeed a gift from the Lord, and a sign of his favor... Goodbye Hannah. A sign of his favor...so what does that say about me. Oh listen to me. I know better than to believe such nonsense. Am I not blessed to have such a good husband in Zechariah. And yet... speaking of Zechariah where is he? He should have been back from the temple hours ago!
Zechariah, my husband, I was so worr-- my goodness, are you all right? You're holding your right hand strangely, as if it is worn out by much exertion...oh my, no wonder, look at all the pages you've written. For me? But why not just tell me...all right, all right, quit gesturing at me.. I'll read it.
Oh Zechariah, you wouldn't be playing a cruel joke on me, would you? No, of course not. Oh Zechariah, I am so afraid I'm dreaming, and I'll awake and find it not so. Is the dream that we so long ago wrapped in linen and buried in the tomb of tearful disappointment about to come true. Are we going to be parents at last?
ELIZABETH BOWS HEAD TO INDICATE TIME PASSAGE
Well, little one, six months have gone by. The Lord has indeed kept his word and given you to me. I still don't understand why He made me wait so long, but the Lord is good, and I know His reasons are good as well. Mary is coming from Nazareth to see us today, and I hear that she has some amazing news. I wonder what it could be?
Hello Mary! (PAUSES AS IF STRUCK BY SUDDEN REVELATION Oh, Mary, Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the child you will bear! But why am I so favored, that the mother of my Lord should come to me? As soon as the sound of your greeting reached my ears, the baby in my womb leaped for joy. Blessed is she who has believed that what the Lord has said to her will be accomplished. Oh my, the Lord has just shown me an incredible thing. I now see why the Lord had me wait. It was not just waiting for a child--but for a very special child. My dream has come true in God's power, and his timing, and my dream child will be pointing to the Messiah. I wonder, could some of the words the Lord had me speak to Mary just now be true for me as well, and for other unwillingly patient dreamers.
(THOUGHTFULLY AND SLOWLY) Blessed is she who has believed that what the Lord has said to her will be accomplished.
(ACTRESS TAKES OFF HEADRESS AND REPEATS )Blessed is she who has believed that what the Lord has said to her will be accomplished.
I do believe my dream has come from you, Lord. I'm not going to give up. TAKES TYPEWRITER AND MANUSCRIPT OUT OF TRASH. I'm not giving up my dream. And when my dream comes true, in whatever form God wishes--it will be in God's power, and in God's timing--and just like Elizabeth's child in her womb--it will be pointing straight to Jesus.