Dramatic Monologue

You're here to speak with the friends of Jesus, are you? Well then, by all means, let's talk! Shall we sit here in my garden? It's the perfect place. The morning air is still cool and each gentle breeze brings with it the scent of my flowers. How I love my flowers, especially the lilies! Their sweetness always reminds me of that evening so long ago when I poured out an entire flask of treasured perfume on the head and feet of Jesus. It was the week of Passover. Our village of Bethany was full of visitors on their way to Jerusalem. So many things had happened, great and wonderful things, and yet frightening things, all so close together. Jesus was our family friend. Whenever he came to Jerusalem, he and his disciples would visit us. Martha, Lazarus, and I would sit and l…