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Authors: Karen Kingsbury

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Divine

KAREN KINGSBURY

DIVINE

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Divine

Copyright © 2006 by Karen Kingsbury. All rights reserved.

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Designed by Jennifer Lund

Edited by Lorie Popp

Scripture quotations are taken from the
Holy Bible,
New International Version®. NIV®. Copyright 1973,

1978, 1984 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved.

Published in association with the literary agency of Alive Communications, Inc., 7680 Goddard Street,

Suite 200, Colorado Springs, CO 80920.

This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the

author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or

persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of either the author or publisher.

ISBN-13: 978-1-4143-0765-7 (hc)

ISBN-10: 1-4143-0765-9 (hc)

Printed in the United States of America

Acknowledgments

I bring you the novel God placed on my heart. It couldn't have come together without much help. Therefore, thanks goes to my great friends at Tyndale House Publishers, especially Karen Watson, who stepped into a new role as fiction director and led me through what was a particularly intense project. Also a special thanks to my Tyndale friends in sales and marketing. It is an honor to work with you.

A big thank-you to my agent, Rick Christian, president of Alive Communications. I am amazed more as every day passes at your integrity, your talent, and your commitment to getting my Life-Changing Fiction out to all the world. You are a strong man of God, Rick. You care for my career as if you were personally responsible for the souls God touches through these books. Thank you for looking out for my personal time with my husband and kids. I couldn't do this without you.

As always, I couldn't have finished this book without the help of my husband and kids, who are so good about eating tuna sandwiches and quesadillas when I'm on
deadline and who bring me plates of baked chicken and vegetables when I need the brainpower to write past midnight. Thanks for understanding the sometimes crazy life I lead and for always being my greatest support.

A great thanks to my only brother, Dave, who helped me research various aspects of Washington, DC, in the early goings of my work on this book. On October 1, 2005, as I was coming into the final stretch of editing this novel, Dave died unexpectedly in his sleep. He was 39, and he will be missed very much. He had just come to a place of much deeper faith in the weeks leading up to his death and had found a favorite song in MercyMe's "I Can Only Imagine." Well . . . you don't have to imagine anymore, Dave. You are missed, but we rejoice to know you are safe in His arms.

Also, thanks to my mother and assistant, Anne Kingsbury, for having a great sensitivity and love for my readers. And to Katie Johnson, who runs a large part of my life. The personal touch you both bring to my ministry is precious to me, priceless to me . . . thank you with all my heart.

And thanks to my friends and family who continue to surround me with love and prayer and support— especially in this time of loss. Of course, the greatest thanks goes to God Almighty, the most wonderful author of all—the Author of Life. The gift is Yours. I pray I might have the incredible opportunity and responsibility to use it for You all the days of my life.

Dedicated to...

The memory of Mary Magdalene, a woman who understood and believed in the divinity of Jesus Christ
...

The memory of my brother, David, who understood the importance of this project and helped make it possible . . .

Also dedicated to:

Donald, my prince charming

Kelsey, my precious daughter

Tyler, my beautiful song

Sean, my wonder boy J

osh, my tender tough guy

EJ, my chosen one

Austin, my miracle child.

And to God Almighty, the Author of Life, who has—for now— blessed me with these.

Author Note

History and Scripture combined have given us very few facts about the real Mary Magdalene, the woman who so fascinates our generation, our culture. In fact, though it is widely held that Mary Magdalene was a prostitute, there is no concrete evidence supporting this notion. The idea that Mary had more than a deep discipleship relationship with Jesus is absolutely unfounded. Worse is the popular thinking that Jesus may have been married to Mary Magdalene. This, of course, is absolutely false, heresy by the Bible's standards.

So who was Mary Magdalene?

Scripture tells us for certain that Jesus saved Mary from seven demons (Luke 8:2). What those demons were, we aren't told. But once she was free, we know that Mary and a few other women were so devoted to Christ that they helped support His ministry out of their own means (Luke 8:1-3). In other words, they were vital to His ministry and the furthering of His message.

We also know that Mary stayed with Jesus until the end and was one of the women at the foot of the cross, witnessing the horrifying death of their Savior (Matthew 27:56, Mark 15:40-41, John 19:25). In addition we
are told that Mary Magdalene was one of the women who went to the tomb that brilliant Sunday morning to anoint Christ's body with oils (Mark 16:1-9).

But maybe most telling of all is the account we are given in John 20:1-18. On that resurrection Sunday, when Mary and a few women found the tomb of Jesus empty, the others returned to their homes.

Not Mary. Mary stayed outside the empty tomb by herself, weeping.

Because I write emotional fiction, this part of Mary's story touches me the most. At one time she belonged completely to the darkness. Jesus saved her, as only God can do, and she became devoted to Him for the rest of His days on earth. Devoted in time and financial resources, devoted with her whole heart. When Jesus was killed on a cross, when His body was—Mary assumed—stolen from the tomb, she felt as if her entire world had come undone.

She was devastated.

Jesus saw that, the way He sees us when we are crushed. He had compassion on her because He sent two angels to comfort her. They asked her why she was crying. "Because," she said, "they have taken my Lord away. I don't know where they have put Him."

She must've heard something behind her, because she turned around and there stood Jesus. The sight was such a shock that at first she didn't recognize Him. But when she did, she must have run to Him and taken His hands, or maybe she hugged Him.

Even then—in what might've been their greatest act of friendship—Jesus is clear about who He is, what His purpose is. He said to Mary, "Do not hold on to me, for I have not yet returned to the Father. Go instead to my brothers and tell them, 'I am returning to my Father, and your Father, to my God and your God.'"

Basically He told her, "Don't hug me because this isn't about us. Instead, go tell the others that I'm doing what I said I would do." Don't get this wrong. Jesus wasn't angry with Mary. He cared enough for her to send the angels and to appear first to her, above all the powerful men He might've appeared to.

But still, He was clear about His role in her life. He was her Lord, not her lover. Her Father, not merely her friend.

This is where many struggle today—understanding the relationship between Mary and Christ.

Divine
is a modern-day parable of Mary Magdalene. I have taken liberties—as a novelist must do—in finding seven demons or horrors that a person like Mary Magdalene might've been rescued from. In
Divine,
Mary Madison suffers all types of abuse, among other horrors. There are sections of this book that—though not graphic—will be difficult to read, sections that will put knots in your stomach for what this modern-day Mary suffered.

You may not relate to a story about abuse or faithlessness or promiscuity. But as long as the enemy of our souls exists, all of us will suffer abuse in some form:
fear, doubt, loneliness, addiction, lifestyle sin. We are all in need of rescue by the only one with the power to do so.

Jesus Christ, the divine one.

I bring you a story about a modern-day Mary Magdalene for one reason:

Mary's story is our story.

I see myself in Mary Magdalene, and I pray you see yourself there too. Floundering and falling prey to the demons and darkness of this world, trapped by our own frailty and futility—until we meet Jesus. Then, as He rescues us, we have the incredible chance of a lifetime: to follow Him for all our days, letting our life and our resources bring Him glory and honor.

The way Mary Magdalene did.

Chapter 1

The speaker leaned toward the microphone. "And now—" his tone took on a timbre of importance— "it is my privilege to introduce to you Mary Madison."

A hush fell over the storied room, and the packed crowd of senators and lawmakers turned their attention to her.

Mary stood and with a practiced grace made her way to the podium. She was thirty, though there were days she felt one hundred. She clutched her notes in her left hand and felt the familiar rush of otherworldly peace. How many times had she done this? The smell of centuries-old tomes and rich wood, the click of her heels on the marbled floor, the walk to the front of the grand place—all of it was familiar.

Polite applause echoed through the room. Washington, DCs
most influential and powerful nodded their subtle greetings as she passed. A few even smiled. After five years of testifying at senate hearings, the sea of faces was as familiar to her as she was to them. She was the voice of faith and reason, a woman whose beliefs and position were clear-cut and
one-sided. But they asked her to come anyway. They sought after her and listened to her for one reason.

They knew her story.

Her horrific past, her public humiliation—the details were something they were all aware of. Every senator in the room knew the pain she'd suffered. Each was aware of her determination and drive, the way she held her head high now and had put herself through school, earning nothing less than a doctorate degree in family counseling.

She was an icon in DC, a pillar. She could've had her own talk show or made a fortune writing books and running a private practice. But Mary's days were spent in the heart of the city at one of her five shelters for abused women. Social work, they called it. She was a survivor, a fighter. The DC elite knew that, too, and they liked her for it. Liked her enough to listen to her when an issue was on the floor and moral input was needed.

The issue today was abstinence.

At the beginning of the current president's term, a bill had been passed approving three years of federal funding for abstinence programs in public schools. Now time was up and money was running out. Mary's goal was simple: convince the senators to approve another three years.

"Good morning." Mary took hold of the sides of the podium and made eye contact with a group of senators ten feet from her. Her eyes shifted toward the back of the room. "More than two years ago I stood in this place and convinced you that it was time for change." She paused and found another group near the left set of doors. "You agreed, and you gave our children a program that has altered the picture of teenage pregnancy across the nation." Her voice rang with sincerity that flowed from deep within her soul. "Today I come because the battle has just begun, and we must—we
must
—continue to bring our kids the choice to say no."

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