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Doing Grace
Doing Grace
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Did you know God is in the 'listening business?"
We should not be taking the act of grace lightly. A delightful comedy that finds the "pray-er" discussing grace with God. Saying all the right things doesn't mean anything until we talk to God with our hearts and understanding. What are we thankful for?
Cast: 2
- Ginny, late teen to early 20's, (m or f)
- OSV offstage voice of God, male, likely deep voice
Bible Reference: Psalm 95
Set: bare with table and chair
Lighting: standard
Sound: wireless mic if available
Song: none
SFX: none
Costumes: standard
Props:none
- coke and bag of chips on table
- sign on wall or computer image sufficiently large that audience can see “Dear heavenly Father, give us this day our daily bread.”
Special Instructions: none
Time: 8
Sample of script:
Actor sits down at table, picks up food, goes to eat then hesitates, looks up, quickly gets into praying position.
Ginny: For what I’m about to eat, Lord, make . . . .
God: Looks like junk food to me; let’s see, there’s chips, a coke, . . . .
Ginny: I beg your pardon! Just who asked you to butt in? Who are you anyways?
God: Me, butt in? Who am I?
Ginny: Little Sir Echo, aren’t you? Now, then. You are, who, exactly?
God: Read the message over your table.
Ginny: The what?
God: Table. You know, the one you’ve got your elbows on right now.
Ginny: What gives with your comments? After all, you’re not my father!
God: A lot of folks would challenge you on that, but I’ll let it go for now. Now, then, you were asking me who I am.
Ginny: Yah, and you were talking some mumbo-jumbo about a message over my table.
God: Look up. Look way up! On the wall.
Ginny, looks upward: Oh, that, the wall sign. Dad gave me that when I left home.
God: What does it say?
Ginny: Say?
God: And now who’s the echo?
Ginny: Well, it says, “Dear heavenly Father, give us this day our daily bread.”
God: So, I’m here.
Ginny: You are, you mean, heavenly . . . . f a t h e r??
God: Don’t need a load of bricks to drop on your head, do you?
Ginny: Eeeeeeyah! All right! You sure are here, aren’t you?
God: Isn’t that what the wall sign asked for?
Ginny: Well, actually, the sign thing, that was my dad’s idea.
God: You hung it up there. Matter of fact I recall you calling out my name, just when the hammer missed the nail and hit your finger.
Ginny: You heard that, didn’t you?
God: I’m in the listening business.
Ginny: You mean like all the time, listening?
God: Some of the things I could remind you of!
Ginny: Ooooops!
God: Listen, that’s not why.
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