Since this is Holy Monday and Easter is still fresh in our minds, let me share a little one act play about something that never could have happened after Christ rose from the dead–so why does it happen now?


Mary saunters down the street, runs into Thomas.   Mary seems light and cheery; Thomas is depressed.

Thomas:          Hey, Mar’!  How ya doin?

Mary:              Oh, hi, Thomas.  What’s up?

Thomas:          Nothing much.  Hardly seems worth doing anything since, you know . . .

Mary:              Oh?  What do you mean?

Thomas:          It’s been over two weeks now, and–well, it’s been a pretty tough couple of                                     weeks.  Nothing turned out like we expected.

Mary:              No, I suppose not.

Thomas:          So, how have you been holding up?  It must have been pretty rough, with them burying the body so quickly and all.  Did y’all ever get the stone rolled back so you could anoint him?

Mary:              Oh, didn’t I tell you?  Wasn’t necessary.  Jesus rose from the dead.

Thomas:          He what?

Mary:              Rose from the dead.  Got up and walked out of the tomb.  Came back to life.  Yeah,  he’s been around almost two weeks now. The other Mary and Salome saw him  too.  Didn’t you know?

Thomas:          You’ve got to be kidding.  And it isn’t very funny.  I loved him, you know.

Mary:              No, no, it’s true, I swear it!

Thomas:          Well, you can call me Doubting Thomas if you want to, but I don’t believe a word of it.

Mary:              Why not?  What do you want to do, feel the wounds for yourself?

Thomas:          Nope.  We aren’t even up to that level yet.  If you actually thought he had risen, I might want to apply that test, but it’s not necessary, because you aren’t serious.

Mary:              What do you mean, I’m not serious?

Thomas:          If you actually believed that he had risen, you wouldn’t be casually mentioning it  to me two weeks later.  Did you hear yourself?  You said he had RISEN FROM THE DEAD!  If that had happened, you would have been chasing us down  where ever you could find us.  You wouldn’t be able to keep it in.  You wouldn’t be able to talk about anything else.  What, a woman with a piece of gossi–er, news like that?  Even a man wouldn’t be able to keep that in!

Mary:              Well, I meant to tell you.  I forgot.

Thomas:          Forgot?  We’re talking about a RESURRECTION here!  Nobody could forget something like that, not someone who really believed it.  No, I’m sorry; you just          have no credibility.  Even if you’d had, oh, say, 2,000 years to get used to an idea like that . . . Nope, no way.

Thomas walks off stage right, muttering, “Nope, no credibility, none whatsoever . . .”   Mary stares after him, then tosses her head with a “hmmpff!” and exists stage left.

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About gandalf30598

Theologian, philosopher, poet, and critic; minister of the Gospel who makes his living by teaching medieval and renaissance literature; dual citizen of Narnia and Middle Earth.

Posted on April 9, 2012, in Christianity, Donald Williams, Theology and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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