The freedom to imagine apocryphal twists on familiar Bible stories came from my upbringing in the 1940s and 1950s in Spring Arbor, our Free Methodist village in Michigan. 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 characters on those old pages.
What would they look like? I began to write, and A Message for the King appeared.