I  heard it from a Rock!

You can use this story two ways. 1. Make a rock puppet from foam. Put a moveable mouth in it or without a mouth, just move the rock on a rod. 2. Become the rock and tell the story as if you were a rock.  

Now I’m no dummy. I know rocks can’t talk, but if they could and if this rock was from the hillsides of Israel, I wonder if his story would go something like this. What a great day. The trees are budding. The breeze is cool. The kids are a little loud, but all in all being a rock isn’t so bad. Oh no! Here we go again. Can’t those kids find any other games to play beside kick the rock. I mean come on…go play with a donkey or something. I always wind up in strange places when kids start kicking me around. Last week I ended up on a great big hill listening to some guy talk. The kids really liked the man. He seemed to like the kids. He took them in his lap and spent time with them—ya know like he really cared about them.

  Oh, here we go into the boy’s pouch. I wonder where we’re off to this time. It’s not too bad being a rock in a little boy’s pouch. I bounce a little more than I like, but I’d rather be a rock than that man last night. to hurt somebody. I could see through his fingers, we were in a beautiful garden. It was night, but the torch light flickered on their faces. Their teeth were clenched and their eyes glared with hatred. Their voices were loud, not like the kids this morning, but angry voices.  Speaking of kids why do kids always run? Ya bounce a lot harder in a kid’s pouch when they run.  Quit running kid. There that’s better. Let me finish my story. Then I spotted the kind man.

  A man moved out of the crowd and kissed him on the cheek. Immediately, the crowd moved in to take the kind man away, but suddenly one of the kind man’s  friends pulled his sword and cut off an ear. It was awful. Blood was gushing everywhere. Something like that could make you loose ya jelly beans. But then the kind man did the strangest thing. He picked up the ear and put it back in place. I saw it. I tell you he healed the man’s ear right in front of everybody. That’s when the man dropped me in the dirt. And the crowd took away the kind man. I wonder what they were gonna do to him. What’s that? I hear angry voices.

  Hey kid, your parents aren’t going to like this. You better go home! Let me see there’s a hole in this bag, if I could just get a little peek. Now I know you’re mama’s gonna be mad. I see crosses. We can’t go there. This place is really scary. No place for kids. Hey kid, let’s go play by the lake. Ya know skip stones across the lake. What are they saying? They’re so angry it’s hard to under…crucify. Oh yuck. They’re yelling crucify him. That’s really mean. Hey kid, what ya doing? You’re not gonna throw me, no don’t throw me. You might hurt somebody. Those Roman soldiers can be really….ahhh!. Whew, he missed, ohh! I hate it when kids throw me on the ground.

  Where am I? Oh no, the soldiers are gambling. They’re always gambling for something, what’s the prize now? Oh that man is crying, whoa, and that man looks really mad. Who are they crucifying—it’s him. The kind man. The one that likes kids. The one that raised one kid from the dead one time and healed that man’s ear last night?

  Wonder what his name is. Oh there, his name must be written over the cross, hey somebody kick me closer so I can read the sign. Maybe if I just rolled a little closer. Yeah, that’s better—King… King of the Jews. Wow that sounds really important. But why would they kill a king? I don’t understand it. Why would they kill a kind man like him? I’m just a rock, but do you know why they did it?