Miracles of Life

  • Cast Number: 13
  • Run-time: 60 minutes
  • Bible Reference: Luke
Some of the miracles performed by Jesus as told by those directly affected by those miracles.
After highlighting some of the miracles performed by Jesus, the drama follows through to the arrest, crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus
An easily staged drama for Easter or at any time of the year

Bible Reference: Luke, John

Cast: (assuming all scenes are included – see Special Instructions below)
13 speaking
- Amos (narrator)
- Blind Man
- Shemer
- Bartimaeus
- Elizabeth
- Mark
- Lazarus
- Miriam
- Mary
- Maximus the centurion
- Barabbas
- Jesus
- Mary
- Martha

up to 20 non-speaking or offstage voices

Set: need only be a blank set but can be as elaborate as desired

Lighting: sufficient lighting control to be able to highlight certain actors

Sound: wireless mics would be useful

Songs (suggested, optional):
I Walked Today Where Jesus Walked
Were You There When They Crucified My Lord?
Christ The Lord Is Risen Today

Special Instructions:
NOTE: this drama may be easily reduced in length since each scene is standalone, simply delete individual scenes.
Any number of extra actors can be used, try to keep the actors with speaking parts further upstage in order to make their appearance more impacting.
Most scenes can be done as monologues with offstage voices used where there are more than one role in the scene.
SCENES: The entire drama is played continuously as one act with no breaks in between. Lights are used to move from one scene to another.
Actors not directly involved in the scene must take care that their presence adds to, (and does not take away from), the action of the scene.

Scene I – Help For The Blind Man
- Blind Man

Scene II – Shemer The Leper
- Shemer

Scene III – Blind Bartimaeus
- Bartimaeus
- Voice of Jacob
- Voice of Simeon
- Voice of Joanna

Scene IV – Elizabeth and Jarius
- Elizabeth
- Voice of Person 1
- Voice of Person 2
- Voice of Person 3
- Jarius (may be voice)
- Jesus (may be voice)
- Peter (may be voice)

Scene V – The Unseen Jesus
- Mark
- Voice of Person 1
- Voice of Person 2
- Voice of Person 3
- Voice of Person 4

Scene VI – The Raising of Lazarus
- Lazarus

Scene VII – Faithful and True
- Miriam

Scene VIII – The Light
- Mary

Scene IX – The Centurion
- Maximus

Scene X – In My Place
-Barabbas
- Voice of Pilate
- Voice of Guard

Scene XI – Gethsemane
- Jesus
- Peter (non-speaking)
- James (non-speaking)
- John (non-speaking)
- Voice of 1st Theif
- Voice of 2nd Thief
- Maximus (may be voice only)

Scene XII – At The Tomb
- Mary
- Martha
- Jesus

Time: 100 minutes (if all scenes are used)

Sample of script:

Crowd made up of all actors (except Amos) come on stage, milling around, show signs of hurting, pain, illness
Amos comes on stage, looks around, frowns, speaks

Amos: Sickness, injury, illness, infirmity, all around us! . . .
(thinks, shakes head)
Seems not much has changed since I last stood here with my mentor and friend, the good Doctor Luke.
No, not much at all has changed.
Sorry, I might introduce myself . . .
I am Doctor Amos, friend and fellow worker with Doctor Luke.
(looks downstage as if to acknowledge someone speaking)
Doctor Luke . . he who collected the data, analyzed all, and wrote it down that we might all know the truth of the Messiah, Jesus, the Christ.
I was privileged to study medicine under Doctor Luke, a medical mind without equal in all the land!
But more, I was honoured and forever blessed that Doctor Luke introduced me to the Saviour, Jesus Christ . . the one who died for me.
(looks downstage as if to acknowledge someone speaking)
How could I be introduced to a dead person you ask?
Well, fact is . . Jesus did die, he was crucified . . three days later he rose from the dead, and he lives.
(looks downstage as if to acknowledge someone speaking, smiles, nods head)
I agree . . . a miracle . . defying medical understanding . . . hard to believe, indeed!
But nonetheless true!
And I, a man of science like the renowned Doctor Luke before me, testify to the proven truth that he lives even today.
(looks downstage as if to acknowledge someone speaking)
Without question a miracle!
But you must understand that the Christ was, and is, the very son of God!
And throughout his earthly life Jesus performed untold miracles . . .
(Blind Man moves downstage from the crowd, Amos points to him)
See him . . . he knows firsthand about the miracles of Jesus Christ!

Scene I – Help For The Blind Man

Blind Man speaks:

Eleemosune ( pronounced el-eh-ay-mos-oo'-nay).
Tuphlos (pronounced toof-los')
Alms! Blind man!
Eleemosune! Tuphlos!
Alms! Blind man!
These words formed the makeup of my existence. “Help for the blind man!”
Unable to work, I was unable to make my own way in the world. No one hires a blind man. It was, of course, more or less understood that the reason for me being blind from birth was some long-forgotten sin. A sin committed either by myself, or by my parents. And since my father was Abraham, an elder in the temple, it was conceded that it had to be I who had sinned. My energy was taken up with the matter of staying alive, staying fed and clothed. Although there was indeed more than sufficient time for solitary reflection on such things, it mattered not that much, one way or the other. The immediate was the real concern.
Eleemosune! Tuphlos!
Alms! Blind man! Will someone take pity on the blind man?
Pity! Chuwc! (pronounced khoos) Have pity, show compassion! How degrading!
For all of my 21 years, mine had been a solitary life. Even those few who did not necessarily subscribe to sin being the cause of my infirmity, saw no reason to spend time with blind men, dregs of society.
As for my family, they had their social position to consider. Admission of having an infirm son tended to restrict the social and political future of an aspiring Jewish leader. Not exactly a longed for highlight on one’s resume for advancement in the Sanhedrin.
Eleemosune! Tuphlos!
Besides, what would my family have done for me? Or, with me?
Although certainly not penniless, my father could ill afford the expense of a full-time servant to see to my needs. Besides, I am not sure what would be the more degrading, the begging for my existence or the constant awareness of my on-going dependence on my family.
Eleemosune! Tuphlos!
There was neither help, nor hope, for such as I, blind from birth. And so it was that daily I sat there, just outside the gates, waiting resignedly for someone to come and take pity on the blind man.
Eleemosune! Tuphlos!
From time to time caravans of the rich or the royal went by with great splendor, pomp and ceremony. The younger beggars among us would then become all excited, expecting great favors to come from these rich hands. The more experienced among us realized all too well that riches and fine breeding, in themselves, do not constitute a giving nature. In fact, it was often those who could least afford it who were most generous.
One Sabbath morning I arrived at the gates early and overheard what sounded like a heated dispute between three elders from the temple and a voice I had not before heard. They seemed to be debating matters of the law of Moses. I had little time for such inane jabber. Yet, mysteriously I was drawn to the sound of the stranger’s voice, not so much by what he was saying, as by his voice itself. He spoke tenderly of “His Father’s love”. Love, from a father? Was that possible? I thought of my relationship with my father, and I questioned the possibility of feelings even remotely loving.
Whatever!
Eleemosune! Tuphlos!
All that really mattered was to beg a few measly coins for my evening meal.
Eleemosune! Tuphlos!
The elders, accustomed to having their own way, were becoming more and more enraged with what the stranger’s obvious knowledge of the law, and his pleasant, yet firm debating skills. Finally, in desperation the elders left, leaving the stranger alone with what sounded to be a dozen or more of his colleagues. One of the group, I heard him referred to as Thomas, asked the stranger about “the blind man by the gate”. As the sounds of their voices drew nearer I realized it was I to whom they were referring.
Thomas asked, "Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?"
"Neither this man nor his parents sinned," said the stranger, "but this happened so that the work of God might be displayed in his life”.
This stranger, this Rabbi, who referred to himself as “the light of the world”, whatever that meant, then came right in front of where I lie. I heard and sensed that he spit on the hard-packed ground, thus making mud which he then placed on my sightless eyes.
It was then that the Rabbi spoke directly to me, saying, "Go, wash in the Pool of Siloam".
Fighting conflicting feelings of fear, wonderment and excitement, I went and washed, and, instantly, miraculously, as if being birthed into a new life, I was able to see all that was around me.
I quickly became aware that a group of people had followed me to the pool. Not ever having seen their faces, it was not until they spoke that I became aware of their identities. Three were the elders who had confronted the Rabbi by the gate. Others were neighbors whose voices I had known for years. One, a coarse ruffian named Judas, jabbed me with a stick, saying, “are you not the same good-for-nothing who once sat begging outside the city gate?”
Another chimed in, “No, he only looks like him.”
Drawing together all of my strength, I assured them that indeed I was the same person who daily made my living, chanting, “Eleemosune! Tuphlos!” And I told them how this Rabbi, Jesus by name, had applied mud to my eyes and instructed me that I come here to this pool. One of the elders demanded to know where this Jesus had gone, however, I was not able, nor willing, to be of assistance to these people.
The elders, sensing that I was not entirely cooperative, dragged me off before a group of their kind. I was instructed to repeat again the story which I had already related, detail by detail. Strangely, many of their group seemed much less interested in my miraculous healing, than of the fact that this had happened on the Sabbath day, stating that thusly defaming the Sabbath day made the stranger not a Rabbi, but a sinner.
Others suggested that if he indeed were a sinner, such miracle working would not be possible.
My statement that this Jesus surely was a prophet did nothing to soothe the rattled nerves of the elders.
Next they brought before me a middle aged couple, acting very distraught, obviously wishing not to be here. As they carefully answered the questions of the elders, I became aware that this man, and this woman, were . . .. my own parents. I went to move toward them, but they pulled away. My father was asked if this, indeed was his blind son, to which he replied, "We know he is our son, and we know he was born blind. But how he can see now, or who opened his eyes, we don't know. Ask him. He is of age; he will speak for himself."
It was obvious that my parents had great fear of what may happen to them because of my situation. At the first opportunity my parents hurriedly departed.
I was told that I must announce to all that this Jesus was a sinner. I replied that it was of no importance to me whether he was a sinner or not, the matter at hand was that he had indeed given me sight. Still they continued to bate me, trying to make me tell where Jesus could be found. Tiring of their senseless chatter, I shot back, “Why do you want to know, would you too be his disciple?”
This was the last straw for the elders. With great insults they threw me out of the temple, instructing me not to return.
I wandered about the city, lost and alone, not able to return to my previous life, and, in spite of being healed, still not welcome to return to my father’s house.
It was in this state of discontent that Jesus, the Rabbi, found me. He had only one question – “Do you believe in the Son of Man?”
Feeling the need to believe in someone, anyone, I replied, “Who is he sir? Tell me so I may believe in him”.
Jesus said, "You have now seen him; in fact, he is the one speaking with you."
With emotion flowing throughout my being, I was able to say only, “Lord, I believe.”
And so it was that I was accepted as a follower, a worshipper of the Messiah. I whose song was “Eleemosune! Tuphlos!”, now sang a new song, a song of praise and adoration to the Savior of Mankind.

Blind Man moves back to crowd

lights up on Amos

Amos: A blind man who is given back his sight!

Can you believe what it would be like . . to see the world which all your life you could only dream about . . imagine . .
Suddenly there before you in glorious colors!
What a miracle!
To go from being an outcast to a celebrity!
From despised to blessed!

Shemer the leper moves downstage

Amos: Despised as was Shemer, the Samaritan!

lights down on Amos

Scene II – Shemer The Leper

Shemer speaks:
We were standing there by the Gate, waiting as we always did, hoping that someone would toss a little food, perhaps there may even be someone so generous as to throw a small coin. Thomas and Phillip, they, being the biggest and the most aggressive, found the best spots, as near to the gate as they dared go. The rest of us, ten in all, jockeyed for position
We looked a forlorn lot, and that indeed we were. Dressed in torn clothing, our hair unkempt, the lower part of our faces obscured, whenever someone came in sight, crying out, "tame', tame"', (pronounced taw-may), "Unclean, unclean"! Our look and the cry was as required by the law handed down to Moses and Aaron by Yahweh for those of us judged unclean.
“Tame”!
How that word generated terror in the very hearts of those who spoke the word!
Unclean!
Even little children, when they heard the word spoken knew instinctively that we, the lepra, (pronounced lep-rah), must be avoided. We were the lepers, the defiled, we must live alone; we must live outside the camp, outside the walls of the city.
As for me, I was doubly afflicted. I, Shemer, the Samaritan, was a foreigner in this land. Having contracted this disease while working here, I was now without a home, unable to return to Samaria where, as a lepra, I was no longer welcome.
Shemer! Some name, some heritage! It was my ancestor of the same name who was the original owner of the hill on which the city of Samaria was built! Shemer! The name meant “preserved"! Preserved indeed! To what? For what? Neither name, nor position, nor wealth meant anything now. As a tame' lepra, an unclean leper, I would live my life as an outcast, a man without reason to live.
Some were worse than I. Ezra's disease was in an advanced state, his hands a mass of whitened flesh, reminiscent of the winter frost on my beloved Samaritan hillsides. Others, like Paul, had little more than boils and a rash, still he was an outcast, as much as Ezra.
Poor Paul! A doctor by trade, he tried without success to argue his case with the priests, adamant that his was only a disease of the blood. No matter, tame' lepra is what we were, and all that we would be. Then, one day, news came that a Galilean, a prophet, was visiting our town. Paul laughed at the news, "A prophet", said he, "what is a prophet to us? Will he tell us of our remaining days? Heal us perhaps? Not likely!"
But Phillip told that this prophet, name of Jesus, had healed a leper some time back. When we pressed Phillip for details he admitted that information was sketchy. But apparently, a lepra came to the prophet, and on his knees stated with confidence, "If you are willing, you can make me c ean." And this Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man. "I am willing," he said. "Be clean!" Immediately the leprosy left him and he was cured. Jesus warned the man, "Don't tell anyone about this! Go, show yourself to the priest and offer the sacrifices that Moses commanded." Instead the man began to talk freely, and as a result, Jesus became so much in demand for cleansing that He could no longer enter a town openly but stayed outside in lonely places.
"Stories, that's all", Paul reasoned. "No prophet would ask that a cleansed man not speak of a miracle! The first wish of the prophet is to boost his own standing and fortune!"
"But what if it is true?" It was I who spoke these words, yet I scarcely recognized my own voice, so deep in thought was I.
And then, coming up to the gate was a group of travelers, about fifty in number, both men and women. Could this be, . . . He?
Thomas and Paul cried out, "Tame', unclean! Please, food for the lepra!"
And I then heard my own voice crying out, loudly, "Jesus, Master, have pity on us!" Then one, a tall man, stopped and He looked at me across the field. After what seemed like an eternity He said, "Go, show yourselves to the priests." And with that He and the rest were gone.
Paul and some of the others were bitter. "Not so much as a crust of bread7', said Paul. "But, so much better than bread, He healed us", I exclaimed. It never even crossed my mind to doubt that we, in fact were healed. It had been the sound of His voice, so firm, so gentle.
Suddenly Ezra shouted, "Look! My hands! There is color returning! I truly am healed!" No more proof was necessary, as even Paul and the others who, only moments before had such doubts, now gleefully jumped about!
"What was it He told us? Go show yourself to the priests? We must go, immediately!"
And so off we went, strengthened with the realization that we no longer would be tame' lepra, that we were cleansed, . . new!
We hurried toward the temple of Herod, to the Nicanor Gate, between the court of the women and the court of the men. There we would be asked to bath in the Hall of Lepers, then to stand at the Nicanor Gate, and to bow our heads into the court of the Israelites, where we would receive the blood and oil of the atonement ritual from the priest.
As we hurried along we talked of how wonderful it would be to wash our bodies, to shave our hair, to wash our clothes. We discussed the sacrifices we would bring to the temple: the two live, clean birds, the cedar wood, the crimson and the hyssop. Paul scoffed at the rest, saying only He could afford the meat for the sin offering, to which Ezra reminded him that a cereal offering is permissible for those who are poor.
But, excited though I was, the face of that prophet, and the sound of His voice, would not leave my mind. I desired to know more of Him. I needed to express my gratitude, that He would cleanse me, a Samaritan.
So I turned and left the others, returning in the direction where the prophet had gone. As I walked I thought of the wondrous, and unmerited gift He had given me. I thought of the new freedom from separation, how through His cleansing He had brought me back to the circle of the accepted. I thought how so many had told me that it was a punishment from God that made me a tame' lepra. Whether this was, or was not true, it was now clear that I, a Samaritan, was fully accepted in His sight, and in God's.
I thought of how I had, but a few minutes ago, been tame', unclean, and now I was truly clean, as though for the first time. There was a cleanness that permeated my entire being, both my physical and my spiritual condition. I thought of this Jesus, the one I had heard referred to as the Lamb of God, He who takes away the sins of the world. Often, on my long solitary journeys I had reflected on how God, if He really existed, seemed so remote, so unapproachable. Now, truly, this Jesus had broken down the barrier between God and man. That knowledge filled me with feelings of thanksgiving, and of gratitude.
And suddenly, there He was. He looked at me with a look of love, then looked over my shoulder, as though searching for someone. A frown, full of sorrow, crossed His brow. "Were not all ten cleansed? Where are the other nine? Was no one found to return and give praise to God except this foreigner?"
His mention of me as a foreigner did not strike me as cruel, such as the comments from others in the past. In fact, his reference to where I had come from seemed more a statement of progress made in my life. And I fell at His feet, and I thanked Him!
Then He said to me, Rise and go; your faith has made you well."
And He was gone from me.
As I returned toward the temple, I thought of the power which I had sensed in this Man. I now knew that having first experienced the power of Christ, I was now able to return to fulfill the requirements of the law.
And it hit me that this may well be the necessary order of experience for all who would follow this Prophet.
My heart overflowed with gratitude, gratitude that He had been so moved with pity that He held out His hand to me. I sensed it was due to God's compassion for mankind that Jesus had a physical hand with which to reach out to mankind. I sensed in Him an anger, and I gave thanks that He had been so moved with anger that He held out His hand to me. This anger of seeing this vile disease, and that of sin and Satan's effect had saved me in ways I would only later fully understand.
My heart was sad that, while all ten of us had exhibited faith and obedience, only one returned with an attitude of thankfulness. I felt no joy that I had returned, only sorrow and shame that I did not choose to see that all others returned as well. While all ten were healed, only I, a Samaritan, worshiped the Healer, rather than the healing. I sensed that the intervention of Jesus resulted in spiritual, as well as physical, healing, making me well both in body and soul. And I praised God for this personal illustration of wonder-working faith and for my lesson in the need for gratitude as an aspect of faith in Him.
And my heart leapt with gratitude for what He had done for me, to take me from a tame' lepra, an unclean leper, physically and spiritually, to a child of God.

Shemer returns to the crowd

light up on Amos

Amos: The unclean becoming . . in an instant . . clean . . new . . . redeemed!
A feeling like none other!
A change that was not momentary but everlasting!
God’s son . . a miracle maker . . a life changer!
More proof?

Bartimaeus moves away from the crowd

Amos: Ask another blind man . . Bartimaeus . .
Bartimaeus knows, in the words of the prophet:
“He was wounded for our transgressions, crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the punishment that made us whole.”
Hear the testimony of Bartimaeus . . .

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