The Playwright

My daughters and I have a special Mother/Daughter day each year.
We set that day aside and go to see a play.
Buying the tickets, getting dressed up, taking the train into the city, making special memories…all adds to the excitement and significance of the day.

At some point, when the playwright walks onto the stage, the play is over.

Even before the story begins, the Playwright is there.
The Playwright created everything from nothing in six days.
The Playwright said, Let us make man in our image, in our likeness…so God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them...He saw all that He had made, and it was very good. (Genesis 1:26,27,31)

The Playwright formed the man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being. The Lord God planted a garden in the east, in Eden, and there he put the man He had formed…In the middle of the garden were the tree of life and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. (Genesis 2:7,8,9)

The audience, watching the first act of this story, would enjoy the beauty and simplicity of life in the Garden.

The Playwright saw one thing that was not good.
It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him…He brought all He created to the man to see what he would name them, and whatever the man called each living creature, that was its name.  But for the man, Adam, no suitable helper was found.  (Genesis 2:18,19,20)

The Playwright caused the man to fall into a deep sleep and while he was sleeping, He took one of the man’s ribs and closed up the place with flesh. Then He made a woman from the rib He had taken out of the man and He brought her to the man. (Genesis 2:21,22)

The man and the woman walked and talked with the Playwright and were given jobs to do.
Jobs with no toil, no animosity, no competitiveness.
They had sweet fellowship with the Playwright and with each other.

Everything was theirs to enjoy with only one stipulation.
You are free to eat from any tree in the garden; but you must not eat from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, for when you eat of it you will surely die. (Genesis 2:16,17)

Of the plethora of choices the man and the woman had as food to eat in the Garden, the woman was tempted to eat the one thing that the Playwright forbade.
The man and the woman wanted to be like the Playwright.
The woman ate…the man ate…the stage darkened.

The second act of the play is not idyllic.
The second act is more sinister.
There is blame and hiding and shame and brokenness.
Because there is sin, there is now death.

But the Playwright has already determined the ending of His play.
He knows who the Protagonist is…His Son.
His Son comes on the stage and lives a perfect life.

This Son defeats sin, death, and the antagonist.
He is the second Adam.
He lives the life that the first Adam was not able to live.

The Playwright’s Son is killed on a wooden cross, in the third act of the play.
He is buried in a stone tomb.
Three days later, He rises from that tomb…alive.

We, in the audience, watch as the Son ascends to heaven to sit at His father’s right Hand.
We, in the audience, are left…waiting.
What happens now?
Is the Son coming back?
Is the play over?

If we really listened to the story…if we really read the play…we know how it ends.

We wait, but not without a job to do.
We tell others about the Playwright’s story.
We tell about His Son that died and rose again…and ascended into Heaven.
We tell that He is coming back.

We wait until the Playwright walks onto the stage.
The play is over.
A new play will begin.
There will be sweet fellowship with the Playwright and with each other.

Maranatha…come, Lord Jesus.

2 responses to “The Playwright”

1. Great analogy!

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   • Thank you, Janna.
     How wonderful to be part of HIS story.
     Gina

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