Down From His Glory
By Mark Aho
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He had everything a man could want, except true love. Young King Solomon dresses as a commoner and travels the kingdom in search of a maiden to be his queen. Enter the peasant girl. She does not know the handsome stranger who has been visiting her vineyard is actually the King! Does he tell her? That depends. Will she love him for who he is? Magical! See "solomonsbride.com" for reviews.
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Down From His Glory - Mark Aho
Solomon’s Bride Book One
Down From His Glory
by Mark Meadows
Solomon’s Bride:
Down From His Glory
by Mark Meadows
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©2011 Mark Meadows
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Author’s Preface
When John Bunyan released Pilgrim’s Progress in 1678, he inserted prior to the story a poem defending the type of book he had written. He called it The Author’s Apology for His Book.
It is a long and clever argument in 235 lines. Still, Bunyan’s book was criticized by many; its sin: the putting forth of spiritual truth in a format that had not at that time been seen before.
The author of Solomon’s Bride is no John Bunyan, but upon learning of the struggle of Bunyan, realizes he may have created a book guilty of the same sin, for it also stretches the art to places unexplored. But what is unfamiliar is not for that reason invalid. So, lest the stones fly early, a few words of explanation are offered here to introduce the device this book uses, and what I hope to accomplish thereby.
The book you hold in your hands is what I call a Typological Portrait.
The author knows of no other example of this method. Those two words are carefully chosen: A portrait, not a photograph, because, unlike a photograph, which renders its subject exactly, a portrait takes a real subject and alters it to make an impression. It is the impression that is desired, not the exact rendering of the object. Typological, the modifying adjective is a word known to students of the Bible; it simply indicates one biblical event symbolizing in miniature another coming event—type
and anti-type.
The bronze serpent on a staff which Moses held up in the wilderness for the healing of the plague (Numbers 21:4–9; John 3:14–15) is understood as a type
of Christ on the cross for the healing of sin, thousands of years later—a divine wink, if you will, at something God planned to do in the future. If you are not familiar with this device, a reading of Solomon’s Bride will hopefully serve as a good introduction.
As models for my portrait, I have chosen Solomon and the Shulamite woman. Others could have been selected—Boaz and Ruth or Isaac and Rebekah, for example, for they also supply the needed types. But the life of Solomon had aspects that allowed me to better present the truths at which I was aiming. Using these characters, I have imagined and dramatized them in their typological roles, rather than in their actual history. Solomon, the anointed king
and son of David,
is understood as a type
of the enthroned Christ, while his chosen bride is a type
of His redeemed Church. It is the typological element rather than the history of these characters that drives the story.
Though imagination was harnessed to fill out this dramatization, the message of the dramatization is much more than imagination. The message was born of a good long soak in the Scriptures, absorbing their broad-sweeping themes, and then illuminating them in an artistic expression.
The entire Bible, Old and New Testament, is the lens that I have trained back upon the life of Solomon and of his queen, knowing that Solomon types Christ, as did his father David. This allowed me to pour back into their lives things that are not drawn from history. I neither claim nor intend to impart history in this story. History is already recorded; this story is fictional. What this story does is to take historical figures, Solomon and the Shulamite, and use them as props to illuminate the future, the coming kingdom of Christ and many other things. While the actual events in these novels are imagined, the anti-types to which they point are not.
Still, actual history has been utilized in the dramatization where possible. If the reader finds himself drawn to the Bible to learn whether Solomon actually said or did a particular thing, I consider that a healthy thing. However, it would disrupt the intent of this series of novels to stop and verify history at every point. The reader is encouraged, rather, to let the story flow along, and swim with its themes rather than being concerned about its details. Any reader who is searching for pure history is encouraged to search the Scriptures, not these books.
The historical Solomon is the subject of much criticism, and rightly so, for the sins of his old age are disastrous. The Scripture plainly says, For it came to pass, when Solomon was old, that his wives turned away his heart after other gods: and his heart was not perfect with the LORD his God…
(1 Kings 11:4). I have noted carefully that the offense is applied to him when he was old,
not young. In the glory of his kingdom, Solomon is distinguished as the wisest man who ever lived. These facts combine to give us the most unlikely of character portraits: youth and wisdom. Most men, if they are foolish, are most so when they are young, but then grow wiser with age. For Solomon, it was the reverse. The fact that Solomon’s heartbreaking end looms so prominently has perhaps spawned in Bible commentators a tendency to project the sins of his old age back upon his youth. This is unfair to the historical record and, if insisted upon, would surely destroy the intent of this novel set. Solomon’s early years were glorious in every respect: youth, wisdom, riches, and righteousness. Fortunately for me, the whole of my drama takes place in this era, when his kingdom was at the zenith of its typological target: the millennial reign of Christ. I invite the reader to set aside for a time what is known of Solomon’s end, and revel, as does this dramatization, is his glorious beginning.
The identity of the Shulamite woman is mysterious, and worthy of some discussion. In this story, the Shulamite woman is identified as Abishag, of I Kings 1. Though this remains a point of conjecture, there are good reasons to suspect that this was indeed she. Not the least among these is the fact that the words Shunammite
of I Kings and Shulamite
of Song of Solomon are essentially the same, the L and the N being interchangeable in the original language. The town of Shunem, where most of this story takes place, is today called Solam
which means Peace.
All the words: Shunem, Shulam, Solam, Solomon, Shulamite, and Shunammite are derivations of shalom,
meaning peace.
It is the suspicion of this author that many plays on words take place in the Scriptures concerning these terms, which make for good poetry, but not always good clarity. That Abishag was a most beautiful maiden, and also, a girl of the hill country, rather than the courts, also harmonizes well with the Shulamite woman of the Song of Solomon. This was enough to supply the woman for the type
my story needed.
However… it could be not the case at all. Abishag is not expressly identified in the Scriptures as the same person as the Shulamite woman in the Song of Solomon. I encourage the reader to have the literary maturity to accept that, whoever the Shulamite was historically, she was someone, and as the chosen bride of the anointed king, she represents the Bride of Christ. I could find no better candidate for this than Abishag, and her unique position in the kingdom made for an interesting drama.
On the subject of drama, there are some points worth mentioning, for there is a fair bit of it in these books. Dramatization is not new to Christianity. Nor are allegory, parable, or many like devices. Preachers for centuries have used allegory as a tool to illustrate truth, often dramatizing Bible stories and characters. Jesus was famous for giving lessons in parables. It seems safe even to say that God Himself likes allegory, as it is used liberally in His own Scriptures. Therefore, it is in this spirit and this great tradition that I put forth this novel set. I submit that if the point of the allegory is in harmony with the plan and message of God as revealed in the Scriptures, it is more than permissible—it is helpful.
Doubtless this story has many faults, both in fact and in art. This is the natural product of an author who is replete with faults. I cannot write above what I am, and my many weaknesses certainly find their way into my story. But my desire to do something for the benefit of the Church—even poorly, if it were the best I could attain, relying upon the grace of the reader to make up the difference—was stronger in the end than the fear of failure. If the reader will have mercy upon me, this work will, I hope, even with its many faults, help in some small way.
Finally, I submit to you, dear reader, my sincere prayer that in all things you will be lifted up by this story, soaring on the winds of faith into a higher understanding of our glorious calling. I submit these tear-stained pages to you, as a gift to Him whom I am honored to call Bridegroom, in the hopes that, in blessing you, I can express my love for Him. I pray that He will receive my offering, and that you will be blessed.
Mark Aho
Dedication:
To the Bride
and Bridegroom...
Come away with me, my love!
Come away to a land where colors can be smelled,
sounds tasted, and blossoming flowers make music.
A world beyond the mirror, where all is the same, yet all is different.
Enter now thy soul with reverence that secret place of hushed tones,
...of which the most fortunate have only heard second or third hand.
Cry all forever their unworthiness, any who catch a fleeting glimpse.
Shrink here to mere flecks, the grandest of thoughts of the wise.
Sleep boasts no dreams finer.
Fantasy blushes before reality.
Enter lucky soul!...enter and indwell!
That fragrance! Wild hopes fulfilled.
That glow! Amber rays,
flooding the soul with warmth.
If but once a man doth taste
a single drop of this honey,
he will gladly give his life
a thousand times
to find a second.
Divine . . .
Love.
Chapter 1
No creature has ever inspired more fascination in the sons of men than a troubled king.
–Anonymous
What happened next was surreal. For Solomon, the mere fact that he was falling was not cause enough to concede impact with the bottom. After all, a lot could happen between now and then. He glimpsed the edge of the ridge from which his feet had separated, while his hands flailed for a bush and missed. So many things cease to matter in a freefall. It is amazing how many thoughts can flash through the mind in a blink of time. Amazing that thought is possible at all when the body is in mortal peril. And the insights—so profound! But why? Why such pearls of perception when there remains so little time to appreciate them?
No matter—save that question for another time; the more pressing issue must be addressed: somewhere between here and impact with the rocks below, he must devise a clever solution to the suddenly inconvenient law of gravity. Panic clawed at him.
Will they call it a suicide?
He swatted at the thought like an insect.
No. Absolutely not. Not now, not like this.
"They’ll say its her fault—she drove him to it..."
Silence!
The wind rushed by his ears and beard as he gained speed. He curled and tried to right himself, but the tall angular body of King Solomon, though graceful, was not suited to such acrobatics. The rough hyssop brush of the hill country blurred past his vision in the dusky evening light. White limestone rocks and boulders streaked by. Scarcely an instant had passed.
I will solve this...
He reached for his gift of wisdom as for a trusted sword, but was interrupted by the rocky slope contacting his shoulder. The world went tumbling—earth, sky, earth, sky—
Wisdom! Where art thou?!
Then . . . time . . . froze. The present faded into mist, and a new scene flooded his vision, invading without invitation, like a pulled screen.
Am I dead?
A room opened before him. He recognized the scene! Suddenly, he was no longer a depressed twenty-two-year-old king in the sixth year of his reign, alone in a strange wilderness, rapidly descending toward an uncertain fate. He was in the past.
I have heard of such things—the flashing of life before the eyes of a soul facing imminent death.
He was floating near the ceiling, gazing down upon a happy scene: a carefree eight-year-old boy engaged in play with a friend on the floor of his father’s palace. The boy was himself, and the playmate was a girl named Chavah. The melodious tones of his father David’s voice wafted up, as he conversed with his guest and friend, Chimham. In the corner sat Solomon’s mother, Bathsheba, and her maid. He remembered the day clearly…
The boy glanced up at Chavah. What was life without Chavah? What was the world without Chavah? Chavah was always there. She was as much part of the palace where Solomon was raised as the potted palms that bordered the cool stone steps.
The little blond curl, which often escaped from Chavah’s head scarf, was dangling under her chin like a silent bell. Her eyes remained fixed on the tiny carved toy soldiers Solomon was arranging before her. It was a boy’s game—an imaginary army defeating an imaginary enemy—but Chavah enjoyed it just the same. As Solomon narrated it to her, her eyes wandered to and fro. Chavah enjoyed all of Solomon’s games, and Solomon loved her.
King David leaned back and laced his fingers behind his head. These were good days for the king of Israel. Most of his troublesome enemies had been pushed back, and for the first time in his tumultuous life, his kingdom was enjoying a measure of security. Even his adultery with Bathsheba, which had marked the darkest hour of his life, had been purged by the God of Israel in a surprising display of grace. The son of David’s sin had died, but after David finished mourning, there came a new and surely undeserved gift: Bathsheba became David’s legal wife, and three sons were born to them. Then came the fourth: Solomon, an exceptional boy, too excellent in mind and heart to be anything less than a divine gift—proof that God had buried David’s sin in the sea of grace.
David glanced around, drinking in the sweet domestic music of the scene around him: the children playing cheerfully, the women chatting pleasantly in the corner, the warm evening air of summer playing with the drapes as it entered the dining chamber to refresh the occupants. His loyal friend, Chimham, a frequent guest at his table, was at his side. Chimham’s presence in the royal court was a constant reminder to David of his victorious return to the throne in Jerusalem, for it had been Chimham’s father Barzillai who had escorted him safely back through the territories of his enemies. In repayment, Chimham was given a place at the king’s table—for life. Whenever together, David felt blessed, and Chimham grateful.
Chimham’s voice sounded unexpectedly.
I have a request to make of you, my king, if I have found any favor in your sight.
David turned to Chimham, seeing on his friend’s face an expression both peculiar and intense.
David placed his hand on Chimham’s shoulder.
If you have found any favor in my sight? Come now, brother, we are certainly beyond such as that. What is it that you require? Just speak it.
Did you not promise to my father, Barzillai, that whatever I asked of you, you would give to me because of my father’s kindness to you?
As you have spoken it, so it is, and your wish is my thanks. What do you ask of me?
Only this,
Chimham replied, motioning to the floor. "Your son, Solomon, and Chavah, my daughter: see them, how they thrive together in your royal court? Though they are but children, their hearts are as one. I am indebted to your kindness on behalf of my father, and I know that as long as I live, you will be kind to me. But, look, I have no sons to carry my name forth—only my daughter, Chavah.