Perfection From Imperfection

Bathsheba was definitely not a perfect woman.
But through the will and grace of God, she became an instrument of the coming of the Saviour of the world.

Cast: 1 female (monolog)

Bible Reference: 2 Samuel 11

Set: standard

Sound: wireless mics if available

Song: none

Lighting: standard

SFX: none

Props: none

Costumes: standard

Special Instructions: none

Time: 6

Sample of Script

(Actor enters the stage.)

Actor:
Why did I go up on the roof that night?
I mean, why?

(Shakes her head, pauses.)

Who am I trying to fool?
I went up on the roof because I knew... he... would be on the palace roof.
He was always on the palace roof at night.

The nights were warm... oppressive heat... and the only escape was the night breezes...
And the roof of the palace was only twenty feet from the roof of my home.
Of Uriah’s home.

So I demanded that my servants prepare my bath on my rooftop...
My attendant, Helen, was shocked. She said,

Helen: "But there will be others on their rooftops… they may be watching..."

To which I replied,

Bathsheba: "Go on, just do as I ask."

To which Helen replied,

Helen: "Then, my lady, allow us to construct a screen around you so that—"

I screamed at her...

Bathsheba: "Do as you are told, and now!"

I hurried to the rooftop, removed my clothing, and began to bathe.

From the corner of my eye, I saw him step foot on the palace roof...
My heart beat more quickly...
I could see that he had noticed me and saw as he called to one of his aides, pointing toward me.

Soon, there was a knock on my door...
Helen left to answer and soon returned... with the... proposal...

I feigned shock and surprise...

Bathsheba: "What was this?..."
The king requested that I come to his chambers?

Coyly, I replied...

Bathsheba: "Well, if this request came from the king himself... what choice would I, his loyal subject, have but to do as I was bidden?"

And so, heart beating wildly, I followed the king’s aide to the palace and entered the king’s opulent quarters...

I mean... what choice did I have but to serve the king in any way he requested...?
Not even for a second did I give thought to my husband Uriah, serving on the battlefield.

After all, Uriah, my foreigner husband, had been gone for months and... I was a woman... alone.
Besides, this man in front of me was the king... and he had demanded that I appear before him...

What was a woman alone to do?
I was, after all, powerless...

Well... I was... wasn’t I?

I mean...
It was his fault, I mean, he is the king and I am...

He forced me to come to him and he...

Oh, what’s the use?
I am as guilty as he is!

I... Bathsheba.

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