A Drama based on Luke 10:25-37,
using “The Message”,
and the hymn, They Asked, ‘Who’s My Neighbor?’
Balladeer: They asked, “Who’s my neighbor and whom should I love; for whom should I do a good deed?” Then Jesus related a story and said, “It’s anyone who has a need, yes, it’s anyone who has a need.”
(Jesus sits on a stool, surrounded by his followers, standing or sitting. They converse happily!)
Storyteller: It was a beautiful summer morning. Jesus was sitting in the park with his friends. They had just returned, seventy of them, from traveling around to the nearby towns and settlements to share the good news. Now they were back at their rendezvous point, and all of them were celebrating the work they had done, the number of people who were open to Jesus’ message and the healings they had been able to do in Jesus’ name. The atmosphere was lively, and the teacher was exuberant, and people who were just walking by, doing their daily errands, stopped to see why all the excitement! One of those was a scholar, a person who knew the religious laws very well. And she stood up with a question to test Jesus.
Questioner: I had a question, all right. This Jesus talked a good game, but there are some things I knew the answers to, and I wanted to hear what he would say. I wondered if he would get the words right. Because there are certain right ways to profess your faith, just as there are certain right ways to act it out in life. So I asked him this question: Teacher? What do I need to do to get eternal life?
Storyteller: Jesus turned to his questioner with an open look of love on his face, smiled gently and asked a question in return.
Teacher: What’s written in God’s law? How do you interpret it?
Questioner: Now the pressure was on me. How did he manage that? I know the sh’ma like I know my own name: “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your strength, and with all your mind; and your neighbor as yourself.”
Teacher: Yes, that’s right. But how do you interpret it?
Questioner: What was he looking for? And why was I the one answering again? I thought about it and said: “That you love the Lord your God with all your passion and prayer and muscle and intelligence–and that you love your neighbor as well as you do yourself.”
Teacher: Good answer!
Storyteller: The scholar looked pleased with himself, and the people around Jesus cheered and clapped. But as the sound died away, Jesus said,
Teacher: Do it and you’ll live.
Storyteller: That silenced everyone.
Questioner: My mind was racing. I needed a loophole; I could tell I needed a loophole.
Storyteller: Don’t we all, sister!
Questioner: It was all sounding too easy and yet too hard. And so I asked him, And just how would you define “neighbor?”
Balladeer: There once was a traveler set on by thieves who beat him and left him to die; a priest and a Levite each saw him in pain, but they turned away and walked by, yes, they turned away and walked by.
Storyteller: Jesus answered by telling a story. And as he began to tell it, his followers hopped up to act it out. It made me think this story had been told before, that it had been told many, many times.
Teacher: There was once a man traveling from Jerusalem to Jericho.
(The Traveler starts up the center aisle.)
Storyteller: The Jericho Road was notorious. It stretched for twelve miles, and you never knew who you might meet there. You wanted to watch your back there. It was sort of like going to a tough part of town, and not having a cell phone to call the police if you got into trouble!
Teacher: On the way he was attacked by robbers.
(Robbers “beat” Traveler and leave him on the steps to the Chancel.)
Teacher: They took his clothes, beat him up, and went off leaving him half-dead.
(Traveler groans, robbers all disappear down the side aisles.)
Teacher: Luckily, a priest was on his way down the same road, but when he saw him he angled across to the other side.
(Priest comes down center aisle, sees Traveler and avoids him.)
Storyteller: Now, that’s a person you would have expected to give the poor guy some help! Suppose your minister or one of your deacons just walked right past someone lying in the gutter—
Questioner: (interrupts) But you wouldn’t know why that person was there, not necessarily. That person might just be drunk, or maybe trying to fool you! You might end up being robbed yourself.
Teacher: Then a Levite religious man showed up; he also avoided the injured man.
(Levite comes down the center aisle and also avoids Traveler.)
Storyteller: And the Levite—he was supposed to uphold the law. What if a State Trooper just drove off instead of helping a person who was stranded and injured?
Questioner: But a Levite—now really, even you should know this—a Levite wouldn’t want to touch a person who was ritually unclean. Suppose the person was dead? Touching a corpse would have been a big problem. The Levite knew how he was supposed to serve God.
Storyteller: Did he?
Balladeer: A certain Samaritan then came along to bind up his wounds and give aid; he took him to stay at an inn until well, and for all the service he paid, yes, for all the service he paid.
Teacher: A Samaritan traveling the road came upon him.
Questioner: Oh, boy. I could see where this was going.
Storyteller: Samaritans were the sort of regional “neighbors” you just didn’t want to have anything to do with. Sort of like those far-distant relatives you don’t approve of anymore, because they don’t do things the way you do, or the people in the next county over who farm their land differently, or don’t cut their grass as often as the rest of the families in the neighborhood, or those people who move here from another country and speak a different language and dress in funny clothes and make you feel uncomfortable just by being there. They eat different food and use odd spices and don’t smell right and don’t understand the traffic laws…you get the picture.
(Samaritan comes down the center aisle. She goes straight to the Traveler and helps him. He sits up groggily.)
Teacher: When she saw the man’s condition, her heart went out to him. She gave him first aid, disinfecting and bandaging his wounds. Then she helped him up, led him to an inn, and made him comfortable.
(Innkeeper greets them.)
Teacher: In the morning she took out two silver coins and gave them to the innkeeper, saying, “Take good care of him. If it costs any more, put it on my bill–I’ll pay you on my way back.”
Storyteller: Two silver coins was a lot of money. It was two days wages for most laborers. And she was ready to pay more if needed!
Questioner: To pay more if needed.
(The Teacher looks straight at the Questioner.)
Teacher: What do you think? Which of the three became a neighbor to the man attacked by robbers?
Questioner: Now he had me.
Storyteller: Now he has all of us. It was the very person we would have least expected. It was the person who had to cross all the social boundaries to give help. It was the person we might not have stopped to help ourselves. It was–
Questioner: It was the one who treated him kindly.
Storyteller: It was the one who treated him kindly. The scholar looked pained. Jesus was giving him a new rule to live by, breaking open his understanding of neighbor. We aren’t just meant to love those who live like us and speak like us and dress like us and worship like us.
Teacher: Which of these three became a neighbor to the man attacked by robbers?
Questioner: It was the one who treated him kindly.
Storyteller: It was the one who treated him kindly.
Teacher: Go and do the same.
Balladeer: I know who’s my neighbor and whom I should love, for whom I should do a good deed; for Jesus made clear in the story he told, it’s anyone who has a need, yes, anyone who has a need.