"HOSEA"

(and the Gospel)

 

 

 

About the author: Keith A. Johnson

 

            Shortly after being discharged from the Marine Corps in 1969, I returned to Chicago to the second floor apartment my wife, of only a few months, had picked out and prepared for my homecoming.  Within a year, my wife became pregnant and half way through the pregnancy she started to bleed.  I had to carry her up and down two flights of stairs to prevent her from having a miscarriage.  Both our parents resided on the second floor, leaving me to carry her whenever we went to visit.  The day came, while at her parents’ house, when she finally lost the baby.  It was devastating for both of us.  We held each other and cried and cried.  Eventually that evening, I carried the fetus to the hospital and they told me that the baby was a healthy boy and they didn’t have an explanation why my wife aborted.

            A week later, I took my wife to the doctor to have a D. & C..  While leaving the doctor’s office my wife noticed my countenance change.  She asked me what I was thinking while I tried to brush off the thoughts that kept running through my mind.  She pressed me for the answer, so finally I asked; “Can you honestly tell me that the baby was mine?”  She was quiet, while we walked to the car and then she turned and looked at me and said, “I think so.”  It was the first time I ever thought the word “THINK” was a stupid word.

            We had an extremely difficult evening, but eventually I took her back because I knew Hosea had to.  Unfortunately, at a mere 22 years of age, I hadn’t acquired the maturity that was required nor did I know how to put the thoughts of her infidelity behind us.  I could forgive, but during intimate moments in the dark, she would feel the tears on my face.

            I asked her all of the typical selfish questions.  “What did I do to deserve this?” “How could you do this to me?”  Eventually, she divorced me. Years later, after spending hours and hours in the Love Chapter, the Lord woke me up and shared this story with me.  Half of me laughed while the other half cried...if only I would have known what I knew now; I could have saved our marriage.  If only my questions would have been, “You must really be hurting to have done that to yourself.  How can I be here for you now, so we can get through this and allow the Lord to make all things work together for good?” I give you...“Hosea and the Gospel.”

 


HOSEA

(and the Gospel)

 

(Intended for split-screen presentations.)

 

God: Hosea!

Hosea: Huh, did somebody call my name?

God: Yes, Hosea! It is I, the Lord God of Israel!

Hosea: (Bowing head) Yes Lord, what is it that You want that You call upon me, Your humble and unworthy servant?

God: I want you to get married, Hosea.

Hosea: Oh, thank you, Lord! I want that, too, for I am very lonely. Have you picked out somebody for me?

God: Yes, Hosea, I have somebody in particular for You.

Hosea: Oh, thank You, Lord! I'll bet she's beautiful, right, Lord?  I have pictured in my mind my Eve, or even David's Bathsheba – I'm not condoning David's actions, You understand Lord, but from the records she must have been very beautiful to tempt David like that.  Boy, wait 'til everybody sees my wife!  I can't wait! Everybody's eyes will just pop out of their heads, won't they, Lord?

God: Yes that’s probably a good way to put it.

Hosea: Will she be like Isaac's wife, Rebecca?  Boy, that was a match made in heaven.  What a good wife Rebecca was!

God: Hosea, are you finished rambling?

Hosea: Oh, sorry, Lord, I'm just a little anxious.  I've been feeling pretty lonely lately...You know, but now – my time has come!

God: Hosea, I want you to marry Gomer, the prostitute.

Hosea: Lord, did You say Gomer? That streetwalker in town?

God: That's right, Hosea. Go and marry her.

Hosea: Lord, what will the neighbors think?  My reputation is on the line here. I'm considered a prophet here in town.

God: Hosea, you’re stalling.

Hosea: But, Lord…?!

God: Hosea, my patience is being tried.

Hosea: Yes, Lord (Leaves muttering under his breath.).

 

Narrator: Hosea marries Gomer and brings her home, but in a very short time she has an affair and she gets pregnant.

 

Hosea: Lord, Gomer left and committed adultery and we have a child and I must admit that I'm a bit skeptical whether he's mine or not.

 God: Yes, I'm aware of that.  Did you treat her right and love her? Did you do your part?

Hosea: Oh, yes, Lord. I did exactly as You said.  I went and married her, but You know a leopard can't change its spots.  Can I stone her for the shame she brought on me?

God: No.  Go and get her and bring her back.  Call her son Jezreel.  It means "God sows" and suggests growth and prosperity.

Hosea: Lord, if I take her back, the neighbors will think I'm a fool and that I'm condoning her actions.

God: Hosea, My patience…

Hosea: Yes, Lord (Leaves muttering under his breath.).

 

Narrator: Hosea goes and brings her back but soon Gomer leaves and becomes pregnant again.

 

Hosea: Lord.

God: Yes, Hosea.

Hosea: Gomer is pregnant again.  I told her that I forgave her, but her spots, Lord, she can't change her spots.  Now can I stone her?  You promised I could stone her, remember?

God: No. Go back and get her.

Hosea: Again?  But, Lord, the neighbors are laughing.

God: My patience…

Hosea: Yes, Lord (Under his breath as he is leaving.).  His patience, …what about mine?

God: What, Hosea?

Hosea: I said, I hope this will be the last time.

 

Narrator: Hosea goes and gets Gomer and this time she has a daughter.

 

God: Hosea.

Hosea: Yes, Lord.

God: Name the child UNLOVED for I will no longer show love to the people of Israel, but to Judah, instead.

Hosea: Lord, if I name her that, the neighbors will suspect that these children aren't mine.   Boy will they be talking then.

God: Hosea.

Hosea: Yes, Lord, UNLOVED it is.

 

Narrator: Gomer has another affair and gets pregnant again.

 

Hosea: Lord!

God: Yes, Hosea. 

Hosea: Gomer's gone and done it again. Three's the charm, right, Lord?   Now I get to stone her, right?   She's finally going to get what she deserves, right?  She's had enough chances, hasn't she?   She's finally pushed "us" to the limit this time, right?   You're fed up now, too, aren't you? (Pleading.)

God: No. Go back and get her and name this child NOT MY PEOPLE.

Hosea: Lord, if I name him NOT MY PEOPLE the neighbors will know that these children aren't mine.  I can't go into the market anymore as it is without the neighbors pointing and laughing at me.  How many times must I forgive…seven times?

God: Seventy times seven.

Hosea: Four hundred and ninety times?  Lord, that's an awful lot of affairs.

God: And then you must forgive and forget each time.

Hosea: What, Lord? That's one – zero, one – zero, one – zero.  I'll never get to four hundred and ninety.  What happened to the stones?  She knows better.  She thinks I'm condoning her actions.

God: Hosea, if she knew better, she wouldn't be doing it.  Don't you hear her cries for help?  She's crying out for love.  Throw her the life preserver of love when she's drowning in her ocean of self-pity.  Why is everybody so quick to throw Satan's anchor of hate to a person in need?  She's really hurting inside.  She's looking for someone to love her.  Someone who will overlook her shortcomings.  Somebody who will love her unconditionally.  Only true love can heal her "spots."  Whom have you been thinking of all these years?

Hosea: (Head down and ashamed.) Myself, Lord.

God: Are you guilty of judging a book by its cover?  Are you guilty of playing God? Only if you are perfect can you play God. Are you?  Are you guilty of selfishness? Are you guilty of not loving her and have you reaped what you have sown?

Hosea: Lord, forgive me, please. I was a fool.  I am guilty of not knowing how to love, for I was without mercy and compassion.

God: I forgive you. Now go and throw the first stone.

Hosea: No, Lord. Gomer was really fun to have around the house and she is very good with the children.  Plus...when she was home, she kept the house clean and she has a pleasant personality.  I guess you might say I've grown to really love her.  May I go and get her again?

God: If you want to.

Hosea: Oh, Lord, I do, I do! I was blind but now I see.  Thank you, Lord. Your wisdom is infinite.

 

Narrator: Hosea is alone with Gomer:

 

Hosea: Gomer, will you please come home again?

Gomer: No, Hosea. I've hurt you enough. Even the people laugh at you.  Anyhow, you only come to get me because God makes you.

Hosea: Gomer, the other times when I came to get you, it was because God sent me, but this time I'm here because I want to be here.  I'm here because I was a fool.  Please forgive me Gomer, for my sins against you.  I didn't know any better. Now I know that I need you because I love you.  Please come home and be my wife.

Gomer: After all the shame I brought you, you can stand there and say that you love me?

Hosea: Yes, Gomer, you really didn't know what you were doing...

Gomer: Hosea, nobody has ever loved me like you do.  I feel so undeserving. After all I've done to you and you can still stand there and say that you love me. I promise I'll make it all up to you.  You watch and see.  They won't laugh at you in the streets anymore.  They will envy you. I was blind, but now I see and no more will I ever betray your trust.  You can now sleep and know that I will always be faithful to you, never again to leave your side.  Now, I can love you completely and trust you and know deep inside that you really do love me and  I...you.  Hosea, you've been so patient with me (Two stones fall to the ground from Hosea's clothing.).  Thank you for caring and for never giving up on me. I love you.

 

(Split-screen ends and both actors reach out towards audience to embrace: they turn and face each other and embrace.)

 

Narrator: Hosea and Gomer look up and praise God.

 

God: Now you can understand a small portion of the love that I have for you.  For love is very patient and kind, always forgiving and forgetting.  Love is understanding the other person's needs.

 

(Note: Good time to sing 1 Corinthians 13)

 

By Keith A. Johnson

May 25, 1981