In the winter of 1741, George Frideric Handel was a broken man. Once celebrated, now deeply in debt, physically weakened, and emotionally exhausted, he faced public failure and private despair. Some believed his best work was behind him. Others thought he was finished. Then a libretto arrived — not a play, not an opera, not a story of kings or lovers — but pure Scripture. You know the rest.. It was not written to entertain.It was written to proclaim.