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A Dream among Kings

The freedom to imagine apocryphal twists on familiar Bible stories comes from my upbringing in the 1940s and 1950s in Spring Arbor, Michigan, a Free Methodist village.

Preachers and teachers walked me around in the shoes of Moses and John the Baptist, Esther and Isaiah. They showed me how to imagine feelings and wrinkles hidden in those brief accounts ─ to look at the text and think, perhaps to dream.

This dream started when I got stuck reading the books of Kings. I like to read the Bible through to Revelation and then start over again in Genesis. But in the spring and summer of 2016 I kept reading and re-reading in the Kings, fascinated with the people in those old pages.

What do you suppose they looked like?

I began to write A Message for the King.


In Spring Arbor, our Free Methodist village in Michigan in the 1940s and 1950s, preachers imagined fun, apocryphal twists on familiar Bible stories.

They walked us around in the shoes of Moses and John the Baptist, Jeremiah and Peter. They showed us how to imagine feelings and wrinkles hidden in those brief accounts ─ to look at the text and think, perchance to dream.

A new dream started when I got stuck reading the books of Kings in the spring of 2016. I like to read the Bible through to Revelation and then start over again in Genesis. But I kept reading and re-reading in the Kings, fascinated with Ahab, Obadiah, and Elijah.

What would it look like for Elijah to have a nature like ours? I began to write, and The Stranger appeared.

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