February 12, 2008
Okay, be honest–you think this is just another sappy essay about Valentine's Day and the meaning of love, right? Wrong. Believe me, I'm not writing about dating, marriage, or conversation hearts. The three little words I'm talking about today are powerful.
Let's face it, most writers write because we feel we have something of value to say. We have something we're passionate about and want to share it with others. (Well, that…and a paycheck. Here's lesson #1: You need to know up front–if you're counting on making gobs of money for your writing efforts, you're probably in the wrong business!)
Most of us write because we hope that someone will learn from our mistakes or be encouraged by our successes; that our stories will entertain readers and perhaps even change lives for eternity.
I hope you'll enjoy these words about words, taken from my new book, Seeing Through the Lies:
I've always loved drama. From the time I was a little girl, sitting in front of a black and white TV, I knew that movies and scripts could reach down inside and grab a part of the soul that few things could ever touch.
By the time I was a teenager, I knew the power of the stage, the power of scripted words. And nothing proved it better than Frank Zeffirelli's movie, Romeo and Juliet. The story. The costumes. The music. The words. I was captivated! I must have watched it a hundred times, and yet every time, it was as if I were seeing it afresh, anew.
My heart danced the night Romeo and Juliet danced–their faces and their lives hidden behind the masks, falling into a forbidden love. A love of good and evil.
Two sides. Two families. The Capulets and the Montagues.
You know the story. Romeo and Juliet fall in love, secretly marry, and spend one night together. The next day, Romeo kills Juliet's cousin in a battle between their families, and then must escape to save his life. Unaware of his daughter's marriage, Juliet's father decrees she will marry another man.
Juliet is afraid to reveal the truth, so she meets with the priest and together they devise a plan that will allow the couple to be together forever. It is a fail-proof plan. With the help of a sleeping potion, Juliet will feign death, and Romeo will return to the city and retrieve her from the tomb. They will escape to live their life of love together, and no one will ever know the truth. A messenger is sent to deliver the fail-proof, scripted plan to Romeo.
But before the messenger reaches him, Romeo hears the terrible news that his beloved wife has died. So he devises his own plan–to join her in death. He mounts his horse and takes off for the city. But Juliet's messenger and Romeo pass each other in the night. The grieving husband continues toward death, unaware of the truth.
It is a fateful mistake.
Romeo arrives, locates the tomb and–thinking his true love is dead–drinks his own poison in an effort to join her. Death comes quickly and Romeo falls across his wife's body. Moments later, Juliet awakens to find her Romeo dead. Unable to imagine life without her husband, she tries to drink from Romeo's vial, but finds it empty. She eagerly kisses her still-warm lover, hoping to find poison on his lips. When she finds none, she grabs his sword and thrusts it into her own body.
Her blood drips to the ground.
I sat there in the theater, my eyes glued to the screen, my body jerking with the sobs of emotion–unable to see the images through the tears filling my eyes and streaming down my face. My heart was broken for the two lovers, the two innocents who were merely on opposite sides of a battle, a battle they hadn't chosen.
Joint funerals unite the city. The music and visuals carry us through the pain and agony.
Two families. Two sides. Joined in grief. Good and evil, exposed in death.
A voice cries from the screen:
"All . . . are . . . punished!"
Three scripted words, spoken to bring the emotion of the story to one pivotal moment. It works. I grieve, along with the Capulets and the Montagues. I can hardly stand it.
And it's only a movie.
But two thousand years ago, there was another script, another drama. Two families. Two sides. Good and evil. God and Satan.
Jesus knew the story by heart. Before time began, He sat down with the Father and the Holy Spirit, and the three of Them wrote the script . . . scene by scene, line by line, word by word.
Directed by the words of the prophets, the story unfolds. The cast-often without their knowledge-follows the plan and brings the story to its pre-ordained conclusion. No actors. No lines to learn, no songs to sing. Because this time, it's real.
And the story–although a script–is true.
But this drama wasn't written to generate emotion; it was written to bring freedom and new life for all mankind. The only way to unite a holy God and unholy man was through the sacrifice of a perfect, sinless lamb–Jesus. He would have to die.
No sleeping potion to feign death. No escape from the Father's decree. Sin required a blood sacrifice . . . and Jesus willingly signed up for the part. After all, He was the only One Who qualified.
And His blood fell to the ground.
But the story doesn't end there. Because from the cross, at the height of His suffering, Jesus cried the three words scripted thousands of years before:
"It . . . is . . . finished!"
Three words, spoken to bring the sin of man to one pivotal moment. It works. I grieve, along with the sinners and the saved. I can hardly stand it.
Jesus, the sinless Grace-giver, received no grace that dark and mournful day. But because of His sacrifice, we–an unholy people–are united with a holy God.
We simply choose which script, which three little words, we want to follow: "All are punished" . . . or . . . "It is finished."
Three powerful, little words that touch eternity. (Taken from Seeing Through the Lies, pg. 178-181).
Lesson #2: The choice is yours.
Now, for a little Valentine's fun, you can read my article, Pucker Up! The Health Benefits of Kissing, published in the February, 2004 issue of HomeLife Magazine.
Thank you for taking time from your busy schedules to hang out here at The Christian Writer's Den. Please help us by sharing this blog with your friends and family, whether they're writers or readers. I believe we'll all be encouraged.
I pray this passage will inspire you as you pen words that touch eternity:
May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O LORD, my Rock and Redeemer. Psalm 19:14
I pray God's blessing on the work of your hands and your heart,
Vonda
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