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Foolishness

A short monologue for the timely conjunction of April Fool's Day and Palm Sunday. Based on John 12: 12-19.

It’s foolishness I tell you… Complete foolishness… The whole world has gone mad… There is clearly something in the water…
Yes he seems to have been used by God, to heal the sick… even raise that dead man… Lazarus, if he was dead in the first place that is…
But how can he be the Messiah? How can the crowds go around singing “Hosanna!” “We’re saved!”? He’s only a carpenter from Nazareth, followed by a bunch of fishermen, terrorists and collaborators… and women… How could such a man save us from the Romans?
He’s not even particularly holy… he eats with collaborators and other known sinners… he allows women of ill-repute to fawn all over him… Yet he describes us, Pharisees, as hypocrites…
He’s got a cheek…
But the people love him… of course they do… he does party tricks for them with bread and fish… And I’m told that earlier on he turned water into wine for a wedding he was at… Typical… fills people’s stomachs with “miraculous food and drink” and fills their heads with blasphemous nonsense…
They’re fools… easily sucked in…
But we’ll see who’ll get the last laugh…
God will not be mocked…

Selah
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