Losing a Son

Losing a son, a parent's lament, why would God allow?

Praying and praising through adversity, questioning God, wondering of there is a God and if he is really in control, to be trusted.

Cast: 1 m or f (monolog)

Bible Reference: Psalm 48:1, Chronicles 16:25

Set: standard

Sound: wireless mics if available

Song: none

Lighting: standard

SFX: none

Props: none

Costumes: standard

Special Instructions: none

Time: 7

Sample of script:

actor comes on stage

How could he allow it? They call him a loving God, a father. What kind of love would allow a child to die? If he is in control of all things, sees all things, knows all things . . . how could he?

Even a monster would refuse to stand by and allow this to happen, if it was within his power to prevent it. No! No, I refuse to believe that there is a God in control.

For the first time in my life . . . I wonder if . . . he even . . . exists.

He was thirteen, just three weeks a teenager. And now he is . . . He was so handsome, that lock of golden hair always hanging down over his left eye. The smile that seemed to live 24/7 on his face. That infectious laughter that caused you to join in, even when he had just raided the cookie jar.

He really can’t be . . . gone . . . can he?

I remember when he was a child, those tiny little fingers, beautiful blue eyes. So often, in his stroller in the mall, people would take a second look, wordlessly smiling their approval.

How could you, God? I trusted you, God. I trusted in you.

I remember back at summer camp, when I was eight. My camp counselor told us how if we would just place our trust in you . . . . . and I did.

I trusted you, God.

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