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Topic: PEACE (12/02/21)
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TITLE: Mary Mary, a monologue | Previous Challenge Entry
By Laurie Kiel
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Hello there, I don’t have much time. I must hurry to tell some men some very important news. But I believe there are those of you who need to hear my story.
I remember how time and again I would scream, “Won’t you just leave me alone? But they never would. “Just leave me in peace!” Instead. they would shriek and laugh—right out of my own mouth!” “We have you. We like it here.” And I would pull my hair and gash my skin, trying to relieve my agony
The townspeople would stay away and whisper about Mad Mary. I remember one time three townspeople ventured within earshot.
“Stay away from that Mad Mary. She’s got FIVE demons in her.”
"No,” the second one corrected him, “It’s SIX.”
“No, you’re both wrong, it’s SEVEN.” the third person said. The first two chorused, “Seven?” And despite my will, out of my mouth came the words “Would you all like to count us?” I’ve never seen anyone run as fast as those three.
For as long as I could remember, I had no future, my past was a faint, taunting memory. All I had was an ongoing hellish present. No love, no hope, no peace.
Until the day hope, love and peace walked into my life, all wrapped in a Jewish rabbi.
He looked at me, not with disgust or fear, but with an amazing love. He tenderly touched me, “Be free, Mary of Magdala. Be at peace.”
And in just that instant, I was no longer Mad Mary, I was myself again, Mary of Magdala. I was at peace. I had always thought it would take death, my death, to bring me peace.
But then came the day that death stole my peace. Rabboni’s death.
We women all watched from a distance, wailing together as they crucified our Lord. I was so wracked with grief, sobbing so loudly, my family feared that the demons had returned. But I knew they never would, Rabboni had taken care of that.
But HOW could they have crucified my Lord.
HOW could the crowd cry for Barabbas to be released and for my Rabboni to be killed?
HOW could his own disciples, except for John, desert him?
I went to Rabboni’s tomb to help anoint him.
The grave was empty except for two white-robed figures. What is this? What cruelty is this. It’s not enough to mitder my master they have to hide his body from us so we cannot anoint him?
The strangers ask me, “Woman, why are you crying?” Why am I crying? What a heartless question.
“They have taken my Lord away, and I don’t know where they have put him.” And then I see someone else, perhaps it was the gardener? I ask hm, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.”
And then I heard the two most precious syllables in the world, when said by a certain voice, a voice I thought I would never hear again. “Mary.”
It was Rabboni. He told me not to touch him, oh such sweet torture
So that’s my story. I’ve got to go tell the disciples the news. But remember this: Whatever your personal demons are: self-reproach, guilt, unforgiveness, addiction, come and let Rabboni set you free.
For when you have no peace, with Him you will always know peace.
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Well done.