Saint John's Anglican Parish: Pageant Script
Saint John's Anglican Parish: Pageant Script
Pageant Script
23 December 2007
Saint John’s Anglican Parish
Gabriel: Mary.
Mary: That's me
but who are you?
And what are you doing in my kitchen?
Mary: No,
but have wings, don’t they?
So where are your wings?
Mary: To what?
Mrs Luke: Are you sure you've got the right woman?
You're not mixing her up with her cousin?
Anthony &
Brutus: That's us.
Anthony: Why?
Herod: No.
It's a Poll Tax.
Herod: Oh no.
They have to come to us.
We'll set up a stall
in the middle of every town
and people will come to sign on.
Herod: Exactly.
Herod: No.
Not in this census.
In this census,
everybody has to walk to where they were born.
eighty miles...
And Bethlehem…
What will Bethlehem be like?
Joseph can’t remember.
He was just a boy when he left...
I ask you
who would want to walk eighty miles
in my condition?
Innkeeper: Where?
I know I've only been working with you for a little while,
but honestly it's not the kind of thing I usually do.
I’m usually very reliable on the job.
OK... I know that doesn't explain where the sheep got to…
But Mr,
there are some things in life more important than sheep...
Narrator: Jerusalem was the city in which the Royal Palace was located.
It was the place you would go to
if you were hoping to see a 'new-born king.'
'Well you've got a lot to choose from on a night like this,' I said.
So I mentioned
how Herod's wife had died fifteen years ago
and how Herod, being more than just a bit old,
was unlikely to be the father of
a ‘new little baby’.
Do you know...
Closing Reflection
Here is a place for you, Lord Jesus.
Just as our hands have made it ready,
make our hearts ready to love and welcome you.
Make us your Bethlehem.
May your Spirit be born in us,
and all people be made new.