Dramatic Monologue

Come in! Come in! Do come in! Far be it from me that I should deny a visitor the hospitality of my little home. After all, it isn't really my home. I'm just a tenant. It belongs to the Lord, as does everything else you see around here, although I admit it isn't much. If I have an extra mat for a bed, or loaf of bread, or skin of wine, and you have need of it, consider it a gift from God to you.

Now why is it you dropped by? Oh, yes! You want me to tell you about the time I let that stranger from Galilee use my donkey. I guess that's when I first got the idea that everything I owned was really the Lord's.

It was a morning in early spring, the week of Passover. Those were troubled times. There was so much anger. The Sadducees were angry. The Romans were angry. The Phari…