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This is becoming part of my yearly Lenten practice! This year felt special, because I read this play cycle on paper and read it slow: during lunch break, before bed, on the one-hour bus on Good Friday to my church as the sun shone through the window and a breeze tickled my forehead... and because it came my turn to lead morning staff devotions at work during Holy Week, and I chose to share part of "Kings in Judaea" for devos. After some thought, I chose the exchange between Mary and the three Magi in that first play, intending to bring to the staff team's attention how Jesus can redeem pain, sorrow, suffering and how He will make all things new. Preparing for those ten minutes of sharing was really special, and I did (as I did last time..... sigh) cry in front of the whole high school staff team because I got really overwhelmed at the end (ha HA).
Beautifully and thoughtfully written as always. I do wish the new edition (footnoted by Kathryn Wehr, a Catholic scholar who graduated from the same grad program that I will be starting soon, and whose interviews I've been watching with great interest) wasn't $60, otherwise I'd buy copies for friends with wild abandon.
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I know C.S. Lewis read these plays annually during Holy Week, but I can't read them as fast. I have to go slowly to really appreciate the story and the way Sayers frames it. She's put a lot of thought into these plays (as is evident in the notes on the characters and her creative choices in the copy that I own).
The first time I was introduced to these plays, I listened to them on Youtube with my book club. Actually reading them on the page was a very different experience and one that I wanted to savour rather than rush through at 2x speed.
My favourite parts this time around:
- LAZARUS: I love you dearly. To say that I would die for you is nothing. I would almost be ready to live for you if you asked me.
- JUDAS: Is God merciful? Can He forgive? ... What help is that -- Jesus would forgive. If I crawled to the gallows' foot and asked his pardon, he would forgive me -- and my soul would writhe for ever under the torment of that forgiveness... Can anything clear me in my own eyes? Or release me from this horror of myself? I tell you, there is no escape from God's innocence. If I climb up into Heaven He is there -- if I go down to hell, He is there also. What shall I do? Caiaphas, High Prist of Israel, what shall I do?
- MARY: My child. When he was small, I washed and fed him; I dressed him in his little garments and combed the rings of his hair. When he cried, I comforted him; when he was hurt, I kissed away the pain; and when the darkness fell, I sang him to sleep. Now he goes faint and fasting in the dust, and his hair is tangled with thorns. They will strip him naked to the sun and hammer the nails into his living flesh, and the great darkness will cover him. And there is nothing I can do. Nothing at all. This is the worst thing; to conceive beauty in your heart and bring it forth into the world, and then to stand by helpless and watch it suffer...
- MARY MAGDALEN: Are you not ashamed to stand upright when the lord of love is brought so low? Where is your heart, John bar-Zebedee? / JOHN: My heart is dead. It died last night in the garden. I can feel nothing.
- CLAUDIA PROCULA'S DREAM ABOUT PONTIUS PILATE AND THE MINGLING OF GREEK AND LATIN LITURGIES AND ADULT AND CHILD VOICES RECITING THAT PART OF THE NICENE CREED
- MARY: Give me my son into my arms... I know you, King Balthazar. These are the baby hands that closed upon your gift of myrrh. This is the fair young head, crowned once with gold by Melchior, bu now with thorns to be a king of sorrows. The third gift is to come. / JOHN: What was that third gift, Mother?" / MARY: Frankincense.
- MARY MAGDALEN: Because they have taken away my Lord, and I don't know where they have laid him. / RAPHAEL: She has turned away. / GABRIEL: Say nothing. He is coming, before whose feet the wilderness breaks into blossom--
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I love how you come away from these plays feeling completely stunned by the extent of His grace: God loves us this much?? He suffered excruciatingly and died the most painful death so that we could live??? He rose again and promised to be with us until the end of time???? As Andrew Peterson says, the old stories are true... as J.R.R. Tolkien says, this is the fairy-story (because it was penned by the Maker himself, because it's real, because it goes on and on and has the happy ending to trump all happy endings). Incredible. These plays make me want to cry and sing at the same time.
"We thought you would be sour and grim, hating all beauty and treating life as an enemy. But when I saw you, I was amazed. you were the only person there that was really alive. The rest of us were going about half-dead—making the gestures of life, pretending to be real people. The life was not with us but with you—intense and shining, like the strong sun when it rises and turns the flames of our candles to pale smoke. And I wept and was ashamed, seeing myself such a thing of trash and tawdry. But when you spoke to me, I felt the flame of the sun in my heart. I came alive for the first time. And I love life all the more since I have learnt its meaning." (!!!!!)