Act One: https://booknutsy.wordpress.com/2014/04/06/easter-skit-part-one/
[PLEASE NOTE that this is a group project and I can in no way take full credit for its creation – this was the product of great brainstorming sessions between Elizabeth Schroeder, Katie and Sarah Turner, Greta and Kaitlin Solofra, Christian Casey, and myself, and was therefore written by all of us combined.]
[The disciples are sitting around a table at a restaurant, fidgeting and nervous. Every sound sets them on edge. A waiter pops out of nowhere, shocking them all and causing a general uproar.]
Waiter: Hi, welcome to The Locked Room. My name is Martha. I’ll be serving you this evening. Mary was supposed to be helping me tonight, but it looks like it’s just me…again. [Hands out menus.] I’ll give you a few minutes to look over the menus.
James: It’s not possible.
John: I can’t believe his body’s gone.
Peter: You know they’re coming after us next.
OD: I’m thinking the chicken.
John: How can you think of food at a time like this? When Jesus’s body is missing and we don’t know where he’s been taken?
James: We saw him heal lepers, cast demons out of people…he even brought Lazarus back from the dead – so why didn’t he save himself – now, when it really matters?
Peter: He skipped away from people who wanted to kill him before. What makes this time any different?
John: I feel like there are clues we’re missing somewhere.
James: Yeah, let’s back up. What do you guys remember from that night in the garden?
Peter: He was in bad shape, I’ve never seen him like that before.
John: He told us to watch and pray.
James: I don’t know about you, but I fell asleep like right after he left.
Peter: I don’t know about you, but I feel like crap that I couldn’t do the one thing he asked me to.
OD: I don’t know about you, but I feel like waffles!
Peter: Really not the time, dude.
OD: Well, I know for sure that I don’t want anything flesh colored after seeing you cut that dude’s ear off when the police came to arrest Jesus.
[Waiter pops out again, surprising the entire group.]
Waiter: Who wants to hear the specials?!
[The disciples stare at her in disbelief and shake their heads. Waiter realizes that she’s interrupted something and backs out of the room, giving two thumbs up and mouthing “Okay, okay, gotcha.” A short silence follows her exit.]
James: Wait, hold up, you actually cut his ear off? I couldn’t see above those thugs.
OD: Oh yeah! And then Jesus just popped it right back on his head and went with them without a fight! Including that traitor, Judas.
Peter: What a jerk.
John: I know. I can’t believe he would sell us out – sell Jesus out – like that. We’re his friends!
Peter: Insanity, that’s what it is. I don’t know why he did it. I mean, WE had a good reason for running away. Those guys were huge! We were outnumbered. Like…what could we have even…it was…we… [begins stuttering in his attempt to justify their actions] What could we have done anyways?
[Anger/indignation fades away to be replaced with a moment of reflection on if they would’ve betrayed Jesus if the price was right. Peter coughs to break the silence.]
Peter: Speaking of insanity…do you know what I heard about that trial for Jesus?
James: What about it?
Peter: It was an absolute joke. They brought in liars with these accusations that were so off the mark they may as well have been saying that Jesus was a flying unicorn. And the crowd asked for freaking BARABBAS instead of Jesus. Who likes Barabbas? Nobody, that’s who. In my opinion, totally. Rigged.
John: But he didn’t even respond.
OD: What do you mean he didn’t respond?
John: He didn’t respond to their accusations or name calling. Just…stood there. And then they…they beat him for saying nothing.
OD: Is that when they put the thing on him? [OD mimes a crown of thorns]
[All murmur in sympathy.]
James: Was anyone there when it actually happened?
[Short silence, then John raises his hand in that half-hearted, barely-above-the-head way.]
John: I was.
James: What was it like?
[Short silence as John gathers himself together.]
John: We all know he could’ve come off that cross any time he wanted to, right? We’ve seen how powerful he is. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that he was holding himself there.
OD: That makes no sense.
John: Listen, listen. When he was up there, and there were people shouting curses at him, he said, “Father, forgive them, for they don’t know what they’re doing.” Who says that when they’re on their death bed? And, on top of that, he refused any of the alcohol that would numb the pain. Those aren’t the actions of a normal man. He held himself there.
James: But why?
Peter: Have none of you been listening for these past couple of years? He kept talking about his mission on earth. Maybe this was his mission.
OD: His mission…was to die.
John: You weren’t there, you didn’t hear what he said. There was this moment when he was in so much pain, and he cried out, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” He sounded like he had just taken the whole world on his shoulders. And then… [cuts off]
John: Then – and I’ll never forget this – he said, “It is finished.” And it was over.
[Dead silence at this statement – it basically hit them like a bag full of bricks. Waiter enters.]
Waiter: So, are we ready to order?
[Set darkens. End of act.]
Act Three: https://booknutsy.wordpress.com/2014/04/11/easter-skit-act-three/