John Cosper, Jr.
|Synopsis: Through playful science fiction symbolism and an assortment of clever characters, this collection of scenes and monologues illustrates the message of 1 Peter 2:11-12, that we are aliens in this world. Following is one of the play's most powerful moments, a monologue by a young alien (Christian) dying of AIDS, and how she came to encounter the God she calls her High Commander.|
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Hey. I'm back. It was the doctor again. He swapped my IV and took my temperature. I got out of there as soon as I could. Gosh I hate that place. I know they're only there to help, but all those probes and needles sticking out of my body... like I haven't jabbed myself with enough needles, huh?
This is the only place I've ever truly been happy. Right here in my rose garden. I remember playing here when I was a little girl. I'd pretend I was Snow White, hiding in the forest from the wicked queen. Some times it was my woodland cottage with a wall of roses on either side and roses stretched over head for a roof. I'm not sure how they grew like that. You wouldn't have had anything to do with it, would you?
I wonder if that garden is still there. I sure miss it now. When I close my eyes, I can still see it all in my mind. But I miss the smells. The heavenly aroma of a hundred rosebuds drifting on a gentle breeze. Swirling all around me. I felt so safe here. Outside these hedges, my world was a nightmare.
Gosh, if only I'd known you were here all those lonely afternoons. Woulda had somebody to play with. Someone to keep me company. Maybe then I... I wouldn't have chosen the path I did.
Of all the people on this planet, you picked me! Why? What made you think I would even be interested in you? I was living in my own world. It was so lovely. Like living under an eternal rainbow. I would lay out in a field of daisies and bask in the warmth of the sun. Other times I could feel the cool drops of rain falling across my face.
I didn't know it was all a lie! My paradise turned into a living nightmare. Sometimes I felt like my whole body was on fire. I'd get dizzy and feel like I was falling. I felt as if that my limbs were being pulled apart from my body. I couldn't tell the difference between reality and fantasy.
I woke up one morning with my face in the dust. Broken. Dirty. Hungry. Infected with a disease that has no cure. A disease that... I have no idea how I contracted it. Not even my own mother would have cared for me. But you did. You sent your servants to pick me up and carry me to safety. They washed me and clothed me. They cleaned out my system. And though they can't save my life, they did everything they could to restore my health.
All I could do was cry. I felt so worthless, unworthy, so wretched. And to have people reach out to me in love... I couldn't understand why they cared. Why they bothered!
That's when they introduced me to you. Like most people I'd heard stories. Every now and then you'd meet someone who knew someone who had a close encounter. But nobody really believed it. The kind of story that's usually so over-exaggerated, whatever truth is left doesn't amount to jack. But this time the stories didn't amount to jack because...because they didn't even begin to tell how incredible you are. It's as if words aren't good enough. That language is too feeble and weak to paint a true picture of who you are. Pictures can be measured, broken down, but you...you have no limits! None except the limitations we place on you.
When I found myself face to face with your glory, there was only one thing I could do. I surrendered my life to you. As unworthy as I felt, as much as I knew I didn't deserve your grace, there was no way I was gonna say no!
You could have pursued people a lot more worthwhile than me. People who could do so much more than I. But you chose to reach out to me, and I'm so glad you did! The only thing I can do in return is tell you how much I love you. But that's all that matters anyway, right? In the new world, we'll spend all our time in worship and adoration.
I can't wait to get there. You've given me love. You've given me life. And you've given me something I haven't had in a long time: a dream. I dream of a world where I am safe. A world full of butterflies, rainbows, and a rose garden all my own that will never, ever die.
If I could have one wish for you, it's this: I want you to see the High Commander. I could describe him all day and it wouldn't do him justice. The best way for you to find out who he truly is is to experience him yourself. Everyone experiences him in their own unique way, and what helps one person may not work for another. But one way that I like to experience him, and a lot of other people do as well, is through music.
Shortly after I met him, the High Commander gave me this song. It's written in the alien language, but... I think when you hear it, you'll know exactly what it's about.
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