Written For Men

I got up to a lectern to give a talk. I'm not aware of what I was wearing and how many people were present. I'm not even certain when I began. One doesn't notice such things in dreams I'm afraid. But I remember the speech.

"Now there is author of the universe, writing the story we are living right now. In this story, the characters of the author are given the right to do as they will, so while the story is planned in general, the lives of the men in it are free to be what they wish.

Nevertheless the men simply didn't want to play their part. They went off script for various reasons. Some were rebellious to the author, some were ignorant (they didn't read their lines like they should) others tried for a while to act the part but soon gave up.

Now this state of affairs was very displeasing to the author, he rather liked the story how it was going originally. He had so much planned for the men in his story, but this required that they listen to him. So with his pen he wrote in mighty deeds and spoke in loud thundering to the men in the book. Some heard and obeyed his voice, believing his promise, some came for fear of his thunder others kept right on doing what they willed. Never fear.

The author would use what he had. He would take it and turn the tale into a grayer one. He took the few men who heard him and taught them by signs who he was, and how they should live. He showed them their part of the script. But they could only read the letters and act the script without much feeling. They didn't get it and so their movements were stiff, like bad actors without much practice.

After a while, the author decided, the only way to get men to start acting like they should was to go tell them in person. Not as he was, being the author but maybe they will listen to one of their own. He turned to his son who had been with him since the beginning and their eyes met.

The author took up his pen and made his son into a word which he wrote into the book, sending him down into the world of men.

Now the son came down and by the word that he was told men of the author, he showed them the whole script clear as day. He said 'this is the way! The only way! Follow me and I'll take you where the author is!' He told them the promise of the author to all men, that one day they would not just be words on a page but live with the same life that is in the author. They would be real men with a real life. He claimed also to have this life in him, even as he was on the page. And the author wrote in amazing events that made his son look fantastic.

Men believed, though not all, but those who were called by the author.

Those who did not believe the son called him a liar. They sought to erase him from the book and clear all the chapters of his heresy. They loved their own self authored scripts more dearly than that of the author.

So they took the son and killed him hoping to wash away his ink from the pages. They hung him up on a tree so all could see that the son was a liar and he was dead. That page on which this happened has been stained red ever since.

But the son was not a liar, and his promise of life was true. The author raised him up in 3 days and glorified him. He rose up out of the pages of the book into the place where the author is. He then sent down the spirit, the spirit of the author, there also since the beginning, to keep those who believed in him and to give them the life promised.

And now the author waits. He has finished his work. But still men are free to make the choice. He waits for the stony hearts to turn, for the blocked ears to hear. For soon he shall finish the book and cast it into the fire because it has become a blemished work. Then he shall begin a new one, more glorious than the last, and the living men shall write it with him.