Elizabeth
Hey I am Elizabeth and I am a servant in Caiphas’s court. And I am going to tell you about the time I met a strange man who claimed to be someone he was not.
It all started when I was in the court and Jesus was in Caiphas’s court. I was in the court yard when I noticed a man I thought was familiar. He was Peter of Galiy, more importantly he was a disciple of Jesus. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who noticed. A guard started to say something that caught my attention.
“Aren’t you the man who was with Jesus when he healed the sick at Demastis.”
There were a few murmurs before the man replied.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“No, I think you do,” The man replied.
“No, I really don’t.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Weren’t you there when Jesus helped the lame man.” a servant said.
“I don’t even Know the man.” The man was very obviously very stressed about the topic. But we were all too amused to stop.
“No, you were with him at Galy when he first started teaching. He asked you if he could use your boat. And you said yes.” I surprised myself when I said that and I felt guilty. I had somewhat knew this Jesus. I would go and listen to him teach after I was done working. The voice of the man stopped my thoughts in their tracks.
“I told you I have never ever seen the man.” He thundered. The sound of a rooster crowed and the man’s face went pale. I went to apologize but the man ran away before I could even say a thing. Why was he running? Did he feel guilty about what he had said about Jesus?
The court continued as if there was nothing wrong. Peter might have been crazy. But Jesus was not.
Tabitha
(Timothy stands at center stage, looking out as if remembering the moment vividly.)
I was trapped. Not just in my body, but in my heart. Every day, I lay on my mat, watching life pass me by, listening to the whispers—“Sinner,” they called me. “Unclean.” I had no strength, no hope… until my friends.
(He pauses, smiling slightly.)
Oh, my friends. They heard Jesus was in town, healing the sick, giving sight to the blind. “Tabitha,” they said, “we’re taking you to Him.” But the house was packed, people pressing in on every side. There was no way through.
(He chuckles, shaking his head in amazement.)
So they climbed. They climbed onto the roof—with me! Can you imagine? And before I could protest, they were tearing it open, lowering me right at Jesus’ feet.
(His face grows serious, full of wonder.)
And then… He looked at me. Not with pity. Not with disgust. But with love.
“Your sins are forgiven,” He said. Just like that. The Pharisees gasped, whispering about blasphemy. But Jesus knew their hearts. And He said, “Which is easier? To say ‘Your sins are forgiven,’ or ‘Rise, take up your mat, and walk’?”
(Timothy takes a deep breath, as if reliving the moment.)
Then He turned to me. “Rise.”
(He slowly kneels, then stands upright, eyes filled with emotion.)
And I did. Strength filled my legs. I took a step—then another. I picked up my mat, the very thing that had carried my shame, and I walked out of that house—free.
(He looks out at the audience, voice full of conviction.)
I thought my greatest need was to walk. But Jesus—He saw deeper. He healed my soul.
(He pauses, voice soft yet strong.)
And today, as I hear what they’ve done to Him… the One who healed me, forgave me… I wonder. Will they ever see? Will they ever understand that He was never just a healer? He is the Son of God.
(He steps forward, resolute.)
I know who He is. And I will never be the same.
Elevander
It all started out like a normal day. I was instructed to watch the prisoners who were going to be executed. But then I saw one that was out of place. I made fun of the man but he didn’t get upset. I spat on the man, but he did nothing back. I was very confused. This man didn’t seem like a thet to Rome but he must have been because he was here and that meant he had been ordered to death by Pilot or the high priest, (who most of us despised). But that was good enough proof for me. I wasn’t a dummy. I wasn't going to protest my orders to watch this man like a hawk.
So, I saw it all. I saw this man get naked to the cross. I saw another soldier put up a sign on top of his cross that read king of the Jews. I know now that that sign was absolutely true. But I did not know that then. My heart was warm enough to give this man a sip of sour wine.
Then I saw something that would change me forever. I saw the two men on the cross make fun of Jesus. And like with me he did not budge. Then one of the men, the one on the left. Said “Lord, I am sorry for the things I've done, but I want to live with you forever.” and you know what Jesus said. He said “Son, the kingdom of God is yours.”
This made absolutely no sense. Both of these men were going to die. Why did this man want to live with Jesus? Jesus was also going to die.
The next thing that hit me hard was the fact that when he died. It was too early for being on a cross. But when he did. The mountain split apart and crumbled. I thought to myself that this is really the son of God. And I wanted to live with Him someday too.
And I hope to see you there.
Hey I am Elizabeth and I am a servant in Caiphas’s court. And I am going to tell you about the time I met a strange man who claimed to be someone he was not.
It all started when I was in the court and Jesus was in Caiphas’s court. I was in the court yard when I noticed a man I thought was familiar. He was Peter of Galiy, more importantly he was a disciple of Jesus. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who noticed. A guard started to say something that caught my attention.
“Aren’t you the man who was with Jesus when he healed the sick at Demastis.”
There were a few murmurs before the man replied.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“No, I think you do,” The man replied.
“No, I really don’t.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Weren’t you there when Jesus helped the lame man.” a servant said.
“I don’t even Know the man.” The man was very obviously very stressed about the topic. But we were all too amused to stop.
“No, you were with him at Galy when he first started teaching. He asked you if he could use your boat. And you said yes.” I surprised myself when I said that and I felt guilty. I had somewhat knew this Jesus. I would go and listen to him teach after I was done working. The voice of the man stopped my thoughts in their tracks.
“I told you I have never ever seen the man.” He thundered. The sound of a rooster crowed and the man’s face went pale. I went to apologize but the man ran away before I could even say a thing. Why was he running? Did he feel guilty about what he had said about Jesus?
The court continued as if there was nothing wrong. Peter might have been crazy. But Jesus was not.
Tabitha
(Timothy stands at center stage, looking out as if remembering the moment vividly.)
I was trapped. Not just in my body, but in my heart. Every day, I lay on my mat, watching life pass me by, listening to the whispers—“Sinner,” they called me. “Unclean.” I had no strength, no hope… until my friends.
(He pauses, smiling slightly.)
Oh, my friends. They heard Jesus was in town, healing the sick, giving sight to the blind. “Tabitha,” they said, “we’re taking you to Him.” But the house was packed, people pressing in on every side. There was no way through.
(He chuckles, shaking his head in amazement.)
So they climbed. They climbed onto the roof—with me! Can you imagine? And before I could protest, they were tearing it open, lowering me right at Jesus’ feet.
(His face grows serious, full of wonder.)
And then… He looked at me. Not with pity. Not with disgust. But with love.
“Your sins are forgiven,” He said. Just like that. The Pharisees gasped, whispering about blasphemy. But Jesus knew their hearts. And He said, “Which is easier? To say ‘Your sins are forgiven,’ or ‘Rise, take up your mat, and walk’?”
(Timothy takes a deep breath, as if reliving the moment.)
Then He turned to me. “Rise.”
(He slowly kneels, then stands upright, eyes filled with emotion.)
And I did. Strength filled my legs. I took a step—then another. I picked up my mat, the very thing that had carried my shame, and I walked out of that house—free.
(He looks out at the audience, voice full of conviction.)
I thought my greatest need was to walk. But Jesus—He saw deeper. He healed my soul.
(He pauses, voice soft yet strong.)
And today, as I hear what they’ve done to Him… the One who healed me, forgave me… I wonder. Will they ever see? Will they ever understand that He was never just a healer? He is the Son of God.
(He steps forward, resolute.)
I know who He is. And I will never be the same.
Elevander
It all started out like a normal day. I was instructed to watch the prisoners who were going to be executed. But then I saw one that was out of place. I made fun of the man but he didn’t get upset. I spat on the man, but he did nothing back. I was very confused. This man didn’t seem like a thet to Rome but he must have been because he was here and that meant he had been ordered to death by Pilot or the high priest, (who most of us despised). But that was good enough proof for me. I wasn’t a dummy. I wasn't going to protest my orders to watch this man like a hawk.
So, I saw it all. I saw this man get naked to the cross. I saw another soldier put up a sign on top of his cross that read king of the Jews. I know now that that sign was absolutely true. But I did not know that then. My heart was warm enough to give this man a sip of sour wine.
Then I saw something that would change me forever. I saw the two men on the cross make fun of Jesus. And like with me he did not budge. Then one of the men, the one on the left. Said “Lord, I am sorry for the things I've done, but I want to live with you forever.” and you know what Jesus said. He said “Son, the kingdom of God is yours.”
This made absolutely no sense. Both of these men were going to die. Why did this man want to live with Jesus? Jesus was also going to die.
The next thing that hit me hard was the fact that when he died. It was too early for being on a cross. But when he did. The mountain split apart and crumbled. I thought to myself that this is really the son of God. And I wanted to live with Him someday too.
And I hope to see you there.