I have been absent from the forum for a bit. In my adsence I have begun working on some scripts for a religous audience. This started as a way to give a sampling of my work but has quickly turned into a longer piece called the calling which interweves the calling, rise, decline and return of a man's ministry with monologues from the perspectives of disciples and a few other people of interest from different time periods in Jesus' ministry. I have included Judas' Kiss a monologue from Judas' perspective and would some opinion on what you liked hated etc.
They silver rain feel through the air and landed on the steps an audible ring as piece landed. Each rings another conviction of my guilty. Each rings another weight on my soul. Thirty…but I would have heard thirty times thirty to remove the act that brought me here. My sin was a simple one a sin as old as time itself. Greed, which is what, motivated me, pure unadulterated greed. I was in charge of our finances and as I watched them dwindle as sand through my hands my faith was replaced with greed. I was blinded to what went on around me. I was blind to the miracles. The dead were raised, the lame walked the blind were cured but it was I who did not see. I looked at him and saw the cause of our problems. I saw one who told us to shirk off the trapping of a mortal world; to deny the fact that we live in a world of coin, to bury our heads in the sand and ignore our need for wealth. He survived off of compassion, tenderness giving himself away. I survived off of rage, worry and the need for the world to accept. He represented the divine while I was a base flawed human being. My worry became so great that in bellowed the flames of rage into action and…I sold him. For thirty pieces of silver I sold my savior and my soul. I sold it to the only God I knew…Greed. I still remember that night. I walked to them with soldiers at my back, men carrying swords and clubs, men filling the air with angry shouts. I came to capture the prince of peace with an army of aggression. I approached him, my Rabbi, my teacher, my one time friend. I am embraced him kissing his cheek, feeling the rough skin and course facial, feeling the warmth of my savior contrasting with the icy coldness of my heart. I looked him in the. All I could see was sadness. Not sadness for his fate but mine. My fate and the fat of the countless other who had let their humanity bind them. I ran to the temple. I held the thirty silver in my hand. My heart filled with disappointment and rage at the abomination I had become. I pulled out the pouch of blood money. The weight was excruciating. It dragged down my soul a reminder of what I had done. A reminder of what I had become. I flung it at the steps of the temple. I cried out “I have sinned by betraying innocent blood” The silver spinning in the air twisting and glinting in the light; I watched it as it landed I listened to the ringing death knell of my soul. Now I stand at a tree the feel of a coarse rope in my hand. I tie it firmly to a branch. I place my neck inside the gaping void of the noose. Before I die I reflect on what I have done. I passed judgment on the one who was meant to save us. I turned him over to people who I knew would deny him the forgiveness he had shown all of us. I betrayed him with a kiss. Now I sat in judgment again and I find myself wanting.