Voice Over Monologue
Voice Over Monologue
NICODEMUS:
I was a Pharisee, a ruler among my people. I studied the Law, I upheld our traditions, and I believed I knew the
will of God. But then... I heard of Him. Jesus of Nazareth.
People spoke of His miracles, His wisdom—things no ordinary man could do. Some called Him a blasphemer.
Others whispered that He was sent from God. I had to know for myself. So I went to Him.
Under the cover of darkness, I found Him. And I asked, "Rabbi, we know that thou art a teacher come from
God: for no man can do these miracles that thou doest, except God be with him."
He looked at me—not just at my face, but into my very soul. And He said, "Except a man be born again, he
cannot see the kingdom of God."
Born again? I, a grown man, returning to my mother’s womb? It made no sense. But then He spoke of being
born of water and the Spirit, of a transformation deeper than flesh and blood.
He spoke of the wind, how it moves where it wishes, unseen yet undeniable. "So is," He said, "every one that
is born of the Spirit"
I was a teacher of Israel, yet in that moment, I realized how little I understood. He spoke not of laws carved in
stone, but of a living faith, a faith that required surrender.
"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not
perish, but have everlasting life."
When our leaders plotted against Him, I spoke up: "Does our law judge a man without first hearing Him?" They
dismissed me. They scorned me.
And then, on that dark day, when they crucified Him, I could stay silent no longer.
I went with Joseph of Arimathea, bringing myrrh and aloes to anoint His body. Me, a Pharisee! I had come to
Him in the night, but now, in the light of day, I declared my devotion.
I do not know all things. But I know this—Jesus was more than a teacher. More than a prophet. He was... He
IS... the Son of God.
(He lowers his head for a moment, then lifts it with quiet conviction before exiting.)