WRFH/Radio Free Hillsdale 101.7 FM - His Works Through Her Eyes: Hagar Remembers

Episode Date: June 27, 2025

“His Works Through Her Eyes” is a show that brings biblical events to life through the inner thoughts of a young woman as she witnesses them firsthand. Each episode takes artistic liberty to retell a particular biblical story based on a passage of scripture, in addition to historical research. Created and narrated by Emma Wiermann. EP 4 "Hagar Remembers": Today’s episode told through the eyes of Hagar. Hagar was the maidservant of Srah, wife of Abrham. Years before Isaac was born to Sarah in her old age, as customs pf the time dictated, Sarah gave Hagar to her husband Abraham, so that she could attempt to build a family through her. According to Jewish tradition, Hagar was a daughter of Pharoh of Egypt, given as a gift to Abrham. Today, we hear the thoughts of Hagar about this situation.

Welcome to His Works Through Her Eyes, a show that brings biblical events to life through the inner thoughts of a young woman, as she witnesses them firsthand. Created and narrated by Emma Weirman, here on Radio Free Hillsdale, 101.7 FM. Today's episode is told through the eyes of Hagar. Hagar was the maid servant of Sarah, wife of Abraham, years before Isaac was born to Sarah in her old age. As customs at the time dictated, Sarah gave Hagar to her husband Abraham so that she could attempt to build a family through her. According to Jewish tradition, Hagar was a daughter of Pharaoh of Egypt, given as a gift to Abraham. Today, we hear the thoughts of Hagar about this situation. How much longer am I to do this?

Yes, all these years' mistress has been good to me, but each day, as my waistline expands, so too does this feeling. I am beginning to remember what I seem to have long ago forgotten. I was not born to serve another. I was born to be served, and so I was, until Master Abraham came to our land, and my divine father mistakenly took Mistress Sarah as his own wife, upsetting Master Abraham's gods. Indeed, the power of these gods was great. The signs and plague sent were beyond even what the high priest of Ra could reform. And so, divine father lavished many gifts upon Master Abraham, both in compensation and an admiration.

But I was too precious a gift to give. And so the years went by in service to the household of my Lord Abraham and Mistress Sarah. And I had almost forgotten that these hands with which I brushed mistress's hair were never meant for such tasks. But now I looked down at them. This almond-brown hands of mine bear the ceremonial markings of Egyptian royalty. Still inked into my skin like a fading secret I see them. The eye of Horace stares up at me, urging me to remember.

Remember who you are. I am Hagar, daughter of His Divine Majesty, Pharaoh of Egypt. I am daughter of the embodiment of the gods, and the blood that runs through my veins is to be worshipped. Perhaps in his divine foresight, my divine father saw all along that, if he gave me to Master Abraham, eventually this would happen. Once I pass this divine blood onto my child, I bring honor to my master in continuing his family line, and so too will I bring honor to myself, honor with which I will regain what should have been my station all along. In this household, the only title that could ever properly be assigned to me is headwife, head over all the household, over all its servants, and the flocks, and the wealth.

Mistress, I shall not relinquish my son to you, and to be relegated to a mere surrogate. As daughter of divine royalty, I am to be the head of this household, the matriarch of this line. I shall bear this child, and he shall bring me honor. And mistress, please understand. It is not that I hate you, for you have treated me well. But these hands were never meant to serve you. In time, surely you will come to understand and accept this. It is only just after all.

You could not fulfill your duty as a wife, but I can. Certainly, I shall never treat. treat you poorly. But from now on, I am no longer to be a servant below you. It is an insult both to the royal blood of my divine father, the Pharaoh, as well as Master Abraham, whose flesh and blood I now dutifully carry within me. And so, this time as I place down this wooden comb, I vow, never will these hands pick it up again. This has been his works through her eyes, created and narrated by Emma Weirman. on Radio Free Hillsdale, 101.7 FM.