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Notes: Stage is set with a stool. John sits on the stool sipping a cup of coffee. John is speaking several years after the Resurrection. He speaks with a slight Texan accent. Read the permissions box above.

SCRIPT
Now I tell you what, no matter what Peter tries to tell you, you just remember this: I got there first. I won. Not Peter, just me.

Oh, I know, that Peter always trying to pick a fight with me. I hear them talking all the time, “That John and Peter, going at it again. Why won’t John just let him win sometimes?”

Well, I won’t let him win because he doesn’t deserve it, always going on about how he is so good at what he does, always gonna be number one. Well he is not always number one and he wasn’t on that morning either.

We were all hiding up there in that room. Peter liked to say we were working on strategy. We weren’t doing no such thing...we were hiding. They took Jesus off, put him up for a mock trial and then crucified him. We thought for sure that we were gonna be next..so we were hiding. I’m not proud of that, but hey, there ain’t no shame in telling the truth.

Well anyway, some of the women had come back from where the tomb was and they had one incredible story. The said the body of Jesus was gone. We of course assumed that they meant stolen. Peter immediately starts interrogating the women, “Who was there?” and “What did they say?”

I said to Peter, “Would you just shut up long enough for these women to finish their story, boy?” Well that of course set him off to pouting and he went and sulked in the corner. Big old baby he is sometimes.

Anyway, the women had a chance to finish their story. Seems there was a young man in the tomb that said to them “Why y’all looking for the livin’ among the dead?”

It seems, according to this “angel” that Jesus was alive. That of course got Peter’s attention and he says to me, “I’m going and there ain’t nothing you can do to stop me!” And then, boom, he just takes off. Now, I thought that he would get himself in trouble so I went tearing after him.

Anyway, I know this short cut to the garden so I took it to beat Peter there. And sure enough, I am there long enough that I could’ve planted a crop if I wanted to, before he come huffing and puffing along.

I get there and the stone is rolled off to one side. I stuck my head in there and there is no Jesus at all. Peter gets their after me and he goes all the way inside...and there is nothing there except the clothes he was wrapped up in.

(laughs) You know what? Jesus was alive. Resurrected from the dead. Amazing. That’s not even the word for it. But that’s another story all together.

Peter gets back to the rest and tells them what we saw. He said that he got their first and was so brave to just walk right in the tomb. No way. I got their first. I won. No matter what Peter says.