As I am preparing for our four Advent worship services, I have gone searching for proper monologues for the more drama inclined in my church to perform.
I have found precious few resources online. What I have found are either incredibly cheesy or more Christmas than Advent. And I was unable to find anything tethered to the lectionary, particularly the prophets whom I use to lead us to Jesus.
So I sat down yesterday after a long Sunday that ended a long weekend and put this little number together, thinking I would share it with all of you worship planners for your services. This is to introduce the candle of hope on the first Sunday. Enjoy!
(From the last century B.C. in a land called Israel under occupation from the Roman rule.)
My people are an oppressed people. Our once great kingdom lays in ruins and has for hundreds of years. Our once great leaders are gone. In their place stand tyrants and sell outs. Our tax collectors collect much and our employers give little. We are waiting for freedom.
My people are a storied people. We tell tales of men toppling colonnades and floods wiping away the corrupt. Our prophets lived in the bellys of whales and the caves of mountains. Our kings killed giants and built great cities with palaces and temples. Our women conquered warriors with tent poles and gave birth to heroes even in old age. Our God tore down cities to make a home for us. Our God split open both seas and rivers, struck the corrupt dead on their feet, sent plagues upon our enemies and rained food from heaven down upon us along with water from a rock! We are waiting for God.
My people are a corrupt people. We had the eternal decrees of our righteous God in our possession. We had a great and everlasting covenant with God that would guarantee our freedom and our safety. We broke it. Over and over again we broke it. From our kings to our warriors to our prophets to our farmers and blacksmiths, every person from every tier of our society turned our back on our deliverer. And we paid a steep price. We are waiting for redemption.
My people are a promised people. Though we sinned, though we abandoned our God, though we live in oppression and agony, we proclaim the promises of our prophets,
That a righteous branch with spring up to execute justice and righteousness in the land.
That the Lord will return to his temple and he will purify us!
When he does, the prophets say that he will rejoice over us with gladness, renew us in love and exult over us with loud shouting!
And He will stand there and feed us so that we will rest secure and be children of peace.
We are waiting for the Lord to enter his holy temple again.
My people are a waiting people. Day after day we carry on in our sordid state. Day after day we cry out tears, tell our stories, remember our past greatness and long for our God. Day after day we long for a different story, a new chapter, a glorious homecoming.
And day after day we are let down as we wonder how long our God will tarry, how long until He comes back to his Holy Temple.
We are a hoping people so today I light this candle, the candle of hope.