Matthew’s Taxing Time
By Trevor Fletcher
A humorous telling of the calling of Matthew as a disciple.
Matthew the Tax Collector
Phil the Pharisee
(Scenario: The story is mainly narrated, interspersed with live action.
Narrator 2 is new to the job and appears not to know the story at all.)
Narrator 1: Once upon a time there lived a man named Matthew.
Narrator 2: He collected taxes.
Matthew: (Shouts as if hailing a cab) TAXI!!
Narrator 1: No, he didn’t collect minicabs – he collected tax-es –
he was a tax collector. Birdbrain! Anyway, moving swiftly on.
He was a tax collector and he worked for the IR.
Narrator 2: IR?
Narrator 1: Israeli Revenue – Nazareth branch. It was a very
Narrator 2: Yes, responsible for separating a lot of people from their
Matthew: One for Caesar, one for me, one for Caesar, one for me, one
for Caesar, one for me… one for… (looks shiftily over his shoulder) me,
one for me…
Narrator 1: Like most tax collectors at the time…
Narrator 2: Unlike our splendid Inland Revenue of today!
Narrator 1: …he operated an unofficial commission system in order to
supplement his statutory financial emoluments.
Narrator 2: He what?
Narrator 1: He was on the make.
Narrator 2: No!
Narrator 1: ‘Fraid so.
Narrator 2: Not Matthew!
Narrator 1: Well, he would have been in a minority of one among tax
collectors if he hadn’t been on the fiddle.
Matthew: (In weak protest) Here, that’s slander that is!
Narrator 2: Shut up Matthew.
Narrator 1: We’re talking about you, not to you. (To Narrator
1) Ignore him and get on with the story. So Matthew made a
Narrator 2: Two piles - one for him and one for Caesar.
Narrator 1: But it wasn’t a very popular job, tax collecting.
Narrator 2: Matthew seemed to quite like it.
Narrator 1: No, I mean not very popular with anyone else – first they
were seen as traitors, working for the Romans…
Narrator 2: Oh, I get you.
Narrator 1: …and second they were thieves. Watch.
(Enter Mordecai who approaches Matthew’s table.)
Matthew: Morning squire. Nice day for it.
(Mordecai spits and says nothing.)
Matthew: Come to pay your taxes, eh – that’s the ticket.
(Mordecai spits and says nothing.)
Matthew: Now, just a few details. Name?
Mordecai: (spits) Mordecai.
Mordecai: (spits) Computer consultant.
Matthew: (writing, and speaking pointedly) Abacus salesman. Earnings
over the last 12 months?
Mordecai: (spits) 50 shekels.
Matthew: Right, the basic rate of tax is 50% - so that’ll be 35 shekels.
(Mordecai looks bewildered and suspicious and starts trying to work it
out on his fingers. Matthew hurries on.) Then there’s your
Employment Tax, Water Tax, Air Tax, Tin Tax, Lets-get-down-to-brass-tax
and Sunny-Side-of-the-Street Tax. Then there’s Import Duty,
Export Duty, Night Duty and Only-doing-my-duty - that’s all another 40%.
Oh, and is that your wife over there?
Mordecai: (spits) Yes.
Matthew: (writes again) Ugly Wife Tax – that’s another 10%. Altogether
a total of 49 shekels tax due – and gives you a whole shekel to play with
– don’t spend it all at once will you? (Mordecai spits and exits
leaving Matthew rubbing his hands.)
Narrator 1: See what I mean – not very popular at all.
Narrator 2: No, hardly the way to win friends and influence people!
Narrator 1: Then one day Jesus walked into Matthew’s life and turned
it upside down.
Narrator 2: (Puzzled) What, took him to Australia?
Narrator 1: (Wearily, with a withering look at Narrator 2) Metaphorically
speaking. ‘Follow me’ he said. And Matthew followed him.
Left his table and all the money and followed Jesus.
Narrator 2: What, just like that?
Narrator 1: Just like that.
Narrator 2: Immediately?
Narrator 1: Immediately.
Narrator 2: Unexpected tax rebates all round!
Narrator 1: To celebrate his new life, Matthew threw a party.
Narrator 2: How far did he throw it?
Narrator 1: (Again wearily, patience being tested) Matthew had a party.
Narrator 2: And he invited…?
Narrator 1: All his old friends, the dregs and outcasts of society;
other tax collectors, innkeepers, beggars, thieves, estate agents, youth
Narrator 2: Not youth pastors! He did move in low circles!
Narrator 1: Of course, Jesus was there too, with his disciples.
The Pharisees didn’t like it.
Narrator 2: Pharisees?
Narrator 1: Religious bigwigs – temple rulers and the like - all the
(makes speech mark sign with his fingers) ‘holy’ people.
(Enter Pharisee and approaches Matthew)
Pharisee: It’s a disgwace.
Matthew: What is?
Pharisee: Your new fwiend – mixing with this wabble.
Pharisee: Wiff-waff, dwegs, persons of ill-wepute.
Matthew: (Understanding) Ah, wabble!
Narrator 1: And so it went on.
Narrator 2: Bet Jesus was embarrassed.
Narrator 1: Embarrassed? Are you kidding? He overheard
what they were saying and told them.
Narrator 2: Told them what?
Narrator 1: Just told them. You know, told them. He said
that only those who are ill need a doctor, not healthy people.
Narrator 2: Oh, so he was a doctor then?
Narrator 1: You know it might just help you to advance in your chosen
career as a Narrator if you just learned the bare bones of the story before
you started! No, he wasn’t a doctor, he was just saying that he had
come to help those who knew they had need; those who thought they were
perfect already were never likely to follow him.
Narrator 2: So what happened next?
Narrator 1: That was it really. Matthew became one of Jesus’
leading disciples and, well there’s a lot more to tell but that’ll have
to wait for another day. I’ve got to go, I’m playing Third Witch’s
Broomstick at the Old Vic. Come on.
Narrator 2: (As they exit together) You know, I think I’m beginning
to get the hang of this narrating business now; I’ll soon be as good as
you I reckon.
Narrator 1: (With dry sarcasm) Yes, another 150 years should do it.
Copyright Trevor Fletcher, 2003, all rights reserved.
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