SETTING
Outdoors, Corianton sits in front of a boulder. Standing behind the boulder, which has the appearance of an impersonal desk, Alma looks down gravely at his son.

ALMA
Now, my son, I have somewhat more to say unto thee than what I said unto thy brother; for behold, have ye not observed the steadiness of thy brother, his faithfulness, and his diligence in keeping the commandments of God? For thou didst not give so much heed unto my words as did thy brother.

CORIANTON
So, basically you’re saying you wish I was more like him, because he is more like you.

ALMA
Now this is what I have against thee…

CORIANTON
(to himself)
You aren’t even listening to me, old man.

ALMA
…thou didst go on unto boasting in thy strength and thy wisdom. And this is not all, my son.

CORIANTON
You ought to be asking yourself why I confessed at all. Do I look or sound sorry?

ALMA
Thou didst do that which was grievous unto me; for thou didst forsake the ministry, and did go over into the land of Siron among the borders of the Lamanites, after the harlot Isabel.

CORIANTON
I went where my brother would not go. I went because she asked to be taught.

ALMA
Yea, she did steal away the hearts of many; but this was no excuse for thee, my son.

CORIANTON
She stole nothing from me, only took what was given freely.

ALMA
Thou shouldst have tended to the ministry wherewith thou wast entrusted. Know ye not, my son, that these things are an abomination in the sight of the Lord; yea, most abominable above all sins save it be the shedding of innocent blood…?

CORIANTON
You call true love expressed by the young a sin next to murder… and then you wonder why attendance is down at meetings.

ALMA
…or denying the Holy Ghost. For behold, if ye deny the Holy Ghost when it once has had place in you, and ye know that ye deny it, behold, this is a sin which is unpardonable…

CORIANTON
O Father, you make yourself deaf and blind to the younger generation, as an offering of righteousness to a jealous god.

ALMA
…yea, and whosoever murdereth against the light and knowledge of God, it is not easy for him to obtain forgiveness.

CORIANTON
Clearly.

ALMA
And now, my son, I would to God that ye had not been guilty of so great a crime.

CORIANTON
Dad! What if I honestly care about her? What if I heard the Spirit whisper, “Care for her, and if she be willing, let her care for you.” What then would be the crime?

ALMA
I would not dwell upon your crimes, to harrow up your soul, if it were not for your good. But—

CORIANTON
You prophets of Mormon. With a smile on your face, you will disembowel a man if God asks. Why then is my love for Isabel so unbearable to you?

ALMA
—behold, ye cannot hide your crimes from God; and except ye repent they will stand as a testimony against you at the last day.

CORIANTON
Part of me wishes this was my last day. Does that mean anything to you?

ALMA
…a testimony against you…

CORIANTON
Do you understand there are men who have only ever been with her? And not only predators and creeps, but also lonely and timid men—men who have never been accepted as lovers by anyone else? Are they all devils to you? Do you wish no goodness for her? Or maybe from her?

Alma, are you blaming Isabel for the scourge of your own desires?

Corianton’s Soliloquy

(stepping away from his father, alone in a pool of light)

Do you know…? It was no ravenous enterprise. We both knew we wanted to touch, days before we dared to. Did you know even a sex worker gets nervous when she is with someone she cares about, and whom she wants to like her too? She was as nervous as I was.

I was testifying to her: justice, mercy, all things affixed. She kept steering me back toward justice. And the more gravely I testified, the more she grinned.

I asked Isabel why she smiled. She said, “Babe, I’ve had my fill of justice and judges. I ran out of fear a long time ago.”

In that moment, I knew she was as powerful as me. And I wondered, why do men assume they are meant to preside? What does upper body strength have to do with providing spiritual care? So I decided then and there to let her preside. And that was when we began touching.

Later that night, we were holding each other. I said something funny. She started laughing, and she laughed so hard she snorted. Verily, a thundering snort! Louder than even a curelom could snort. I started laughing too, both of us lying there naked in the dark. It was… joyous. No shame. Just joyousness, through and through.

Today, I confessed before God and Dad. I confessed because years before my mind was even fully formed, parents fashioned me into one who confesses habitually. This church has turned repentance into an addiction, as if that could keep sons from doing what all future fathers do.

Father, you see us children as a gift owed to you by God. You’re the one who needs to repent.

I didn’t pay Isabel. Nor did she ever ask me to. Does that matter? Is that relevant to a disciplinary council?

The high council preaches to me about purity. Yet, even as I testify that she is in my heart, all they seek to know is if I was in her mouth.

You know… an hour after she left, just before dawn, I went to relieve myself. As I was standing over the hole in the ground, I noticed two long strands of hair that had fallen from her head. I picked them up carefully, already missing her. I ran the hairs across my face because they were her. They were her in my hands again. How is that anything other than me honestly caring about her? Caring in a good way.

I did not confess to condemn myself. I confessed to condemn my father and his church. This day, and forever, I will follow the gospel of my heart. And if Isabel lets me, I will follow her again, and she will lead me. Yea, I prophecy that one day I will sail with her into the land northward, far beyond this pious stake of Zion. We will have our manner and our kingdom, and none such as Father will ever make us afraid again.

ALMA
(upstage in the shadows)
She did steal away the hearts of many.

Fade to black. End of scene.


Notes and Discussion Questions

Thank you for reading! This dialogue draws from Alma’s counsel to his son Corianton in the Book of Mormon, Alma 39. So, readers… what are your reactions to this fictional dialogue? What spoke to you? What did you find yourself resisting or not caring for? Why? Comments on this piece are welcome below.