I wrote and performed the following monologue one Easter at a Christian assembly I used to attend. I would love to hear if anyone likes this. I am toying with expanding it and making it into a historical fiction.
———————————————–
I was a broken woman. I lived in lonely anguish. I was tormented day and night by what I now know was 7 demons.
My mother died giving birth to me, so I felt guilty as a child and blamed myself for her death. My father was left alone to raise me. Every morning he prayed the usual prayer of a Jewish man, but because of his anger about my being a girl, he prayed loudly with a fervor that pierced my very soul. He would pray, “I thank you God that I was not born a gentile, a woman, or a hog!”
I hated myself. I felt unloved and rejected by my father. After his death, I felt abandoned by his God, who left me alone. And I especially cursed the fact that God had made me …a woman. Because of the Roman law, I was left with all his property, but my pain turned to a dark anger.
My thoughts became violent. I began cutting myself and I believe I would have taken my own life. Then, one night in the midst of my insanity: MY REDEEMER!
HE spoke but two words, “Shalach Ishshah”. (Free Her) In an instant I felt clean and I tasted freedom. It was as if in me, HE had released all women.
I sold all of my possessions, laid them at the feet of the Master and pledged myself to him wholeheartedly as a willing bondservant. I followed HIM everywhere. I believed HIS every Word and hid each in my heart. I saw HIS miracles; the blind could see, the lame could walk, the captives were all set free! Every man, woman and child was declared valuable and invited to sit at HIS feet.
There was NO sin in this man. HE truly was the Son of the Living God! And yet, they dragged HIM off to trial and numbered HIM with the transgressors.
I watched HIS very life was being poured out like water. They beat HIM till HIS every bone was out of joint and you could hardly recognize HIM. Most of the 12 abandoned HIM. His strength was dried up.
The dogs of Rome and the High Priest house surrounded HIM and they pierced HIS hands and feet. Those precious hands that had healed me, embraced me and strengthened me.
I waited at the cross, hoping against hope that legions of angels would come and rescue HIM. Finally, in HIS last breath He cried out
“tel-eh’-o”, “It is finished”.
And I screamed, “Rabboni, Rabboni: my teacher! I cannot bear to loose this freedom YOU gave me! I… am not finished! There is still so much YOU need to teach me!