The Light

Mary Magdalene talks of forgiveness, compassion and acceptance, all revealed to her through her love of Christ and His love for her. This monologue traces her life without and with Jesus as her Lord and Savior. A remarkable story of love shown to her by the Lord, and love she felt for Him.

A powerful monologue written by Coralee Pringle

Cast: 1
Run-time: 10 minutes
Bible Reference: Matthew 28:1-10

Sample of script:

Musings on the thoughts of Mary Magdalene, who encountered THE LIGHT

What could I have possibly expected? It seemed that whenever something good transpired in my life, something bad was bound to follow. That was the way with me. I must have been cursed. It had been that way from my childhood on. I recall, as a young girl, being told that I was to have a new brother or sister who I would be able to play with. A friend, I thought, with whom I could share my ideas and my feelings. Furthermore, I would have someone to stand with me as I protected our little family from my father. Someone to hold and comfort and care for. Someone to walk with and dance with and dream with...And then she came, a beautiful, sweet little friend, all wrapped up in cuddly clothes. I loved her so much, my heart ached with love. She became my dearest comrade, and as we grew, our bonds deepened.

Then suddenly, she was taken from me and I was alone once again. Alone to face my father’s fierce anger and my mother’s helpless, haggard, face. It wasn’t long after, that my mother passed on as well. I knew then what it was like to be entirely, completely, and utterly alone. Looking back, I realize that the alone was better than the seven deadly companions who were eventually brought to me in the terror of one bleak night following my father’s brutal visit. It was only then that I craved the alone, not fearing it as I once had. I hoped with all my internal power that I might once again experience being alone...without my tormentors. I hoped for this, dismally, for really, I was without hope. I knew that hope only came in the light, and I was surely the farthest removed from any light.

There came a man who was sent from God; his name was John. He came as a witness to testify concerning that light so that through him all men might believe. He himself was not the light; he came only as a witness to the light. The true light that gives light to every person was coming into the world.

I began having bouts of incomprehensible terror. Something had transpired in the small region where I lived that was causing me to tremble incessantly. I could sense a foreboding, and I lived with a constant apprehension of what the nefarious and unpredictable future would hold. I had heard rumors of course, about an unusual man. A man who claimed to be the Son of God. In an effort to validate these assertions, He had begun to do all kinds of signs, wonders, and miracles. These things alerted the flighty crowds, who loved sensationalism, to the possibility that His declaration might be genuine.

The Son of God? Here? Near where I lived? I wondered if that was why I was so afraid. I couldn’t imagine the ramifications for me if He ever laid eyes on me. For if He saw me, He’d surely know, wouldn’t He? The Son of God would know, and I could not allow that to happen, even if the stories were untrue. Surreptitiously, I began putting myself in places where stories about the Christ were told. I heard that He was healing the sick and feeding huge crowds of people; certainly impressive feats, but was He God? And then came the blow, it was as though a spear of lightening ripped through me: a woman claimed that she had seen Him cast out demons. Why I tingled with a dark sense at the time I could hardly imagine, yet, deep inside of me I wanted to see this Man who had the power to force back the darkness of this world. If He could obliterate the oppression with a word from His mouth, then He must hold within Him the Light. He may in fact be the light.

The day began like all the other sad, lonely and terrifying days of my past. I didn’t expect things to ever change. My life was like a never-ending nightmare. But, I was tough. I would endure until death stole even my sorry semblance of a life from me. I longed for that day--every day. But it was not to be. For on this particular day, I was confronted physically by the Light of Life. The living Christ. With only a word, the horrors I had carried with me thus far fled like whimpering puppies, never to return. Sweetness and joy flowed into me like rain descending on a dry, dusty ground and I finally felt whole. Mary, He said gently, and I looked into those kind eyes knowing that He loved me. It was on that day that I encountered Jesus, a plain-looking man with plain clothes and plain-looking disciples. A man who walked in humility and spoke words ringing with authentic love. It was on that day that I encountered the Light.

I followed Him from then on. I was relentless in my pursuit of Him. I didn’t ever want to be away from Him; this Light who took away my fears, my tormentors, my hurts and compensated for my failings. He was my Lord and I knew that no one else compared to this Man they called the Son of God, for surely that is who He was.

Not everyone called Him God. There were those factions who were dogmatically opposed to His preaching and His healing, His ministry of compassion, and discussion about new life. His followers were becoming fearful for His well-being. Horrible things were being said about Him, and although we knew they were false, we couldn’t combat them with logic, for His opposers weren’t interested in the truth.

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