Dramatic Monologue

My name is Malchus and I'm but one of the many slaves owned by the high priest. Someone once asked me how many of us there were all told and I couldn't even make a guess, so I answered "Oh about enough to populate a small city." Could have been that many, too, counting everybody: men, women, and children.

We cleaned, cooked, took care of the stables, guarded the Palace -- in fact, we did just about everything nobody really likes to do anyway unless he has to. And we had to or get whipped, perhaps even sold off to someone else if we failed to do our duty. Compensation for our obedience came in the form of food to eat, clothes to wear, a place to sleep.

Now the first time I heard the name of Jesus mentioned, it was from fellow slaves who had accompanied some of the temp…