The Longest Night

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The Longest Night
Author: Brian M
Type: Readers Theater
Audience: Adults
Occasion: General
Topic: Miracles
Bible Text: Exodus 14:5-31

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Brief Summary

This is the story of the crossing of the Red Sea as told from an average Israelite.


A narrator and three dramatic readers.

Props Needed

Fire images, sound effects of wind abd crowds.


This is a reproduction of what the crossing of the Red Sea would have looked like to someone in it based on what Exodus 14 says, though it does expand on some of it and of course hypothesizes what individual people would have felt because the story is told from the perspective of the leaders in the know.

This is a readers theater, with a narrator introducing the story and others picking up the narrative later on. Other characters are merely sounds and images on the screen. The idea is to represent what is being told on the screen so the audience feels like they're part of the story.

(Narrator comes on stage, front and slightly off center so others can act behind him)

Narrator: There are some events in our lives that never fade with time, but they do change. We revisit them in our minds every day, trying to understand them, trying to deal with what happened. Sometimes the events are good, our child's birth, our wedding. Sometimes they are horrible events, an accident, a death in the family. But they stay with us either way.

Narrator: Sometimes an event is big enough that not only does it stick with us, but it sticks with our families, our friends, and everyone involved. If it's a big enough event, we never really forget about it, it never really dies. We keep re-visiting it, re-imagining it, re-shaping it.

Narrator: My people have one of those stories. It's been passed down for generations that only the imprint of the event, the victory and the joy, remain. But it's funny how when we revisit an event so often we usually only see one side of it. Like most events that leave their mark this deep on a people, it wasn't all victory and joy. It's funny how fear and joy so often come close together. So let us tell you about what happened, not just the victory, but the whole thing.

(Lights lower so that there is only one dim light on the narrator. The other storytellers come out in the dark as shadows)

Narrator: It started on a cold desert night.

(Narrator steps in the background)

Storyteller 1: I remember running for days, thousands of us crammed together. I remember…

(Sounds of people start playing in the background, just the low murmur of a crowd)'

Storyteller 2: …the fear. It was like a giant hand crushing us all. There was no city to hid in, no town to run to.

Storyteller 3: We finally stopped running for the night, trapped between water too large to cross and the enemy who had been chasing us.

S 1: But all was not lost, because our God was still with us.

S 2: Until God left us! He just disappeared, right when we needed our God the most.

S 3: I remember just clinging to my family as the night lengthened.

S 2: No one slept, no one could. The enemy was too close.

S 1: Our doom was too near.

S 2: Late that night we saw the enemy. A fire started and I tried to run.

(fire appears on the screen)

S 3: But where could we go? People started pressing in on my family, pushing us closer and closer to the water.

S 1: We looked to our leaders, but could only hear rumors of the enemy in the camp, and the panic rose.

S 2: I couldn't get far, there were too many people, too much screaming.

S 3: I thought my ears would burst from the sound of the yells, until they all were drowned out.

S 1: A wind sprang up like nothing I had ever heard before.

(Wind noises start up and continue)

S 2: My torch blew out, every light blew out. Everything was dark except for the fire near the enemy.

S 3: I couldn't hear the voice of my children yelling in my ears. I couldn't see more than a body or two in front of me.

S 2: It went on all night. We just kept pressing, kept crying, kept trying to move away from our death.

S 1: And that wind, that horrible wind. It never stopped all night. It felt like it was driving me on.

S 3: I remember the wind whipping up mist from the water that saturated everything I wore.

S 2: I was wet, cold, terrified, and where was God?

S 1: Nowhere I could see.

Unison: That was the longest night of my life.

S 3: But then the dawn came.

S 1: I thought it would bring our death.

S 2: I remember my confusion as light spread across the sky.

S 1: Something was wrong.

S 3: Something was different. The water wasn't where it had been the night before.

S 2: I was so tired, it took my a long time to realize it.

Unison: We were through.

S 1: Somehow we were alive.

S 2: Somehow we had made it through the water.

S 3: Somehow we were safe, our enemy was dead in front of us.

Narrator: That night didn't look like anything but hell to us when we were in it. But we looked back at it we saw it for the miracle it was. Generations after us have agreed, it was a miracle. You know it too, as the crossing of the Red Sea. You see the miracle when you look for it, not when you're in it. But either way, events like these will shape your life and the lives of those around you.

Message Ideas that Use this Topic

MiraclesYou find the miracles you look for. You can choose to make something significant or to let it slide by.Exodus 145-31Message Idea