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Topic: ENTERTAIN (04/27/17)
- TITLE: A Spent Rose
By Phillip Cimei
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Beautiful’s walk, formerly telegraphing the grace of a gazelle, now conveyed a cowering stride. Her erect and proud shoulders, once donning the most exquisite garments, are presently slumping beneath the most common of garb. She attempted to walk inconspicuously down a dark alley while she faded into obscurity.
She wasn’t used to being a shadow; her life had been one of exhibition and prominence. But now her radiance has degraded to insignificant nonentity. She had become invisible— a life many would label as meaningless and paltry. Her transformation, like a chameleon, helped her blend in with the common, the unnoticed. But her anonymity didn’t mask the pain.
The embarrassment of her situation played heavy on her heart, she longed for her former extravagant life, her enchanting beauty. It wouldn’t be. Her regal features, once her hallmark, were vanishing Like a wilting rose. She was becoming a discarded memory as her luster faded. Tears flowed.
Her almond shaped eyes that once glistened like the brilliance of sapphires, now had lost their hypnotic glow and had become clouded with the tears of regret. Her sculptured cheeks that were as voluptuous as ripe pomegranates became stained with the stream of make-up, leaving furrows of shame. And then she felt a light tap on her shoulder. It was as gentle as this night’s breeze.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” came a whisper.
Beautiful tried to hide her face afraid of recognition, but the onlooker persisted.
“Can I help you with something?”
“What’s your name?” Beautiful asked.
“Myrtle. What’s yours?”
“Don’t you recognize me?”
“You look a little familiar. Why ya cry’n?”
“I was kicked out. My drunken husband thought his “buds” were more important than me.” He treated me like some street whore and told me to get out of his sight, or he would kill me.”
She explained how her good looks had landed her a man that was rich and famous. How she was pampered with the most elegant clothing, heavenly perfumes, and brilliant diamonds. She continued telling Myrtle how fame and fortune had its dark side. How entertainment replaced her. Parties, drinking, binging, and reveling became his wife. She became second. His showpiece. His trophy wife.
“God didn’t create woman to be that, nor did he create woman to be a doormat. He has a plan for…”
“A plan,” Beautiful interrupted. God, you say? Why did He put me in that position in the first place? Why couldn’t I just be a plane Jane, with a simple life, children and happiness?”
“We don’t understand why God does what He does. But we must trust Him; that He places us in this world for a good reason.”
Just then a voice yelled out, “Okay, she’s the one.”
“What?” Beautiful cried out. Her body trembling in fear that her identity had been discovered.
“Okay Miss chosen one, I don’t know why he wants you, but come along,” the uniformed man said.
Beautiful slumped in defeat as she stepped out to be taken.
“No, not you.” He said as he escorted Myrtle away.
Esther, which means myrtle (from myrtle tree) in Hebrew would replace Vashti—Queen Vashti—whose Persian name meant beautiful. God’s providence would prevail.
If Queen Vashti hadn’t refused to be paraded around for the entertainment of her drunken husband and his faithful rulers—who had been partying for 180 days—Esther would not have had the opportunity of becoming queen and saving God’s chosen people.
No, not entertainment, but God’s providence memorialized their destinies into history. It might not console Vashti to know that she was an instrument who God used to save the Jewish people from extinction; but do any of us really know what God has planned for us?
Will he use you? Maybe your writing, your singing, your Sunday school work?
Are you thinking you’re a spent rose? Maybe all it will take is some prodding like Mordecai had to do to Esther when he told her that if she refused to be used, God would find another source; then, he spoke these timeless words, “…Yet who knows whether you have come to the kingdom for such a time as this.” Esther 4:14 KJV
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