This is a first-person monologue I did for my drama class. Sandy has been asking me to post stuff and since I’m gonna perform it again, I thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea. So yeah, this will be acted out, so if you have any suggestions along that line, I’d appreciate those too! 
Thanks!
Dear Mother, I witnessed the most horrific thing! After the news article fell into the hands of the Japanese, complete with my less than supportive quotes about them, I was forced to flee the area. Since then I have worked at a leper colony and a prison, then I went to help a Methodist church with their ministry. Within months of my arrival, the Communist party took over a nearby university. They made each of its students fill out a long questionnaire. Some of the questions were harmless, amusing even, but the last question had dangerous implications for the young Christian converts. “What political party do you support? If you are for the government (Communists) put a circle. If you are against it, put an “X”. The answering of this question was a very serious matter for each student. To put an “X” would mark you for life, not allowing you good jobs or opportunities in your own country. When the officials received the questionnaires back, they were enraged to discover that 200 of the 500 had X’s on them. They were determined to find out what was happening, and indeed, it wasn’t hard to discover. Student after student told of their conversion to Christianity through my preaching and explained that they now supported Jesus and no one else. The officials said they needed everyone’s loyalty, so they told those who had drawn circles to harass the others. And when that didn’t work, they resorted to violence. There were beatings in alleys and breaking up of prayer meetings. But at the end of the month, no Christians changed their mind, instead, there were more X’s than before. After three months of worsening treatment, the Communists called an open meeting in the town square. I was there, praying for the student’s strength. Over two hundred of the students were marched into the square, while being heavily guarded. A man clutching a sheath of papers climbed onto a box. Picked up the first sheet of paper and read a name loudly, looked directly at the girl who stepped forward and asked “Who do you support now?” The girl responded clearly, “Sir, three months ago, I thought Jesus was real and I thought the Bible was true. Now after three months of your hatred, I know Jesus is real and I know the Bible is true.” The man turned white with rage and yelled to a soldier on his left. The girl was roughly pulled to the center of the square and shoved to her knees. With one swift movement, the Communist soldier drew his sword and sliced the girl’s head off. As much as I wanted to flee from the gruesome sight, I remained while each of the more than two hundred students was asked whether he or she would support the Communist government. Even though they knew full well they were only moments from death, not one of them said they supported the Communists. Every one of them was beheaded. Oh, why did these wonderful Christian people have to go through such a horrific, brutal death? But oh, oh the joy, hundreds of souls came to Christ. Yes, mother, this is why I am here, in China, at this time. God help us all to be able to stand firm in Him, even in the face of death.
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