Mary Clopas
Drama
Living in the Light
22 Creative Components Including Services, Dialogues, Monologues, Skits, Dramas, Meditations, and a Litany
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Mary Clopas
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Mary Clopas: (quietly and yet questioning) He is risen -- my Lord -- my nephew, Jesus. There is new life for all of us. (looks at congregation) You probably don't know much about me. My name is Mary and I am married to Clopas. We, too, live in Nazareth, near our families. My sister is also named Mary, which was confusing many times. She is my younger sister and the mother of Jesus. I have watched Jesus grow from a toddler to his ministries at age thirty and to his death. But now I know he was not just the boy and the man I knew, but he is my Lord, the Messiah, and he's alive!
How can this be? He certainly did die on Friday. I know because we three were there at the foot of the cross; that is, his mother, Mary; Mary Magdalene; and myself. We saw him die and we stood there when the Centurion put that sword in Jesus' side. We had heard all his words before, especially to his mother and to his disciple, John, who was with us. She is under John's care now.
My sister followed Jesus in so much of his ministry. She was in the background and yet he knew she was there. I couldn't understand on Friday why he had to be killed, but Mary understood. I don't know how she handled being there, seeing Jesus in such pain and agony, hearing his breathing get more shallow, and knowing he was being tortured right there in front of her eyes. I was so worried about her, my sister. Mary is such a lovely person. She has a deep soul and is such a great listener. In recent months, she has finally told me of the angel, Gabriel, and her pregnancy with Jesus. At first I thought she had lost her mind. But I have come to believe that everything she has told me has been true.
I had given birth two months before Mary, so when she, Joseph, and Jesus came back from Egypt, our sons were very close and they loved to play together.
I can't believe it. He is risen!
There was that time not long ago when Jesus' friend, Lazarus, died, and days later, Jesus came to their house and he raised Lazarus from death and he told us to unbind him, to help Lazarus be free again.
Jesus didn't have to die, you know. He had the same free will as the rest of us. He could have decided to live and have a normal life, have a family, and continue as a carpenter. He was a good one, like his father, Joseph. God didn't make him die. Jesus chose to die in our place, each one of us. I can hardly keep my wits about me when I think of this, when I wonder at the love he has for each of us. When I think of that beating and those nail holes, I just cannot keep from crying, even on this wonderful resurrection morning.
He is risen! Say it with me: He is risen! He is risen! Again, so loudly that you really believe it: He is risen! Hallelujah!
Mary Clopas
Props
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Setting
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Costume
Use period costume
Mary Clopas: (quietly and yet questioning) He is risen -- my Lord -- my nephew, Jesus. There is new life for all of us. (looks at congregation) You probably don't know much about me. My name is Mary and I am married to Clopas. We, too, live in Nazareth, near our families. My sister is also named Mary, which was confusing many times. She is my younger sister and the mother of Jesus. I have watched Jesus grow from a toddler to his ministries at age thirty and to his death. But now I know he was not just the boy and the man I knew, but he is my Lord, the Messiah, and he's alive!
How can this be? He certainly did die on Friday. I know because we three were there at the foot of the cross; that is, his mother, Mary; Mary Magdalene; and myself. We saw him die and we stood there when the Centurion put that sword in Jesus' side. We had heard all his words before, especially to his mother and to his disciple, John, who was with us. She is under John's care now.
My sister followed Jesus in so much of his ministry. She was in the background and yet he knew she was there. I couldn't understand on Friday why he had to be killed, but Mary understood. I don't know how she handled being there, seeing Jesus in such pain and agony, hearing his breathing get more shallow, and knowing he was being tortured right there in front of her eyes. I was so worried about her, my sister. Mary is such a lovely person. She has a deep soul and is such a great listener. In recent months, she has finally told me of the angel, Gabriel, and her pregnancy with Jesus. At first I thought she had lost her mind. But I have come to believe that everything she has told me has been true.
I had given birth two months before Mary, so when she, Joseph, and Jesus came back from Egypt, our sons were very close and they loved to play together.
I can't believe it. He is risen!
There was that time not long ago when Jesus' friend, Lazarus, died, and days later, Jesus came to their house and he raised Lazarus from death and he told us to unbind him, to help Lazarus be free again.
Jesus didn't have to die, you know. He had the same free will as the rest of us. He could have decided to live and have a normal life, have a family, and continue as a carpenter. He was a good one, like his father, Joseph. God didn't make him die. Jesus chose to die in our place, each one of us. I can hardly keep my wits about me when I think of this, when I wonder at the love he has for each of us. When I think of that beating and those nail holes, I just cannot keep from crying, even on this wonderful resurrection morning.
He is risen! Say it with me: He is risen! He is risen! Again, so loudly that you really believe it: He is risen! Hallelujah!
