Reconciliation

Based on a true story, "Reconciliation" takes the audience on an emotional journey through estrangement, divine encounter, and healing between a daughter and her father. Spanning nearly a decade, this powerful drama reveals how God orchestrates moments in our lives—sometimes over years—to draw us closer to each other and to Himself. With nothing more than three unforgettable words, God bridges a broken relationship and heals a hurting heart. A beautiful reminder that reconciliation is possible through Christ and that He still speaks: “I love you.”

Run-Time: Approximately 10–12 minutes
Cast:

• 2 main characters:
  • Narrator/Daughter – Reflective and emotionally expressive
  • Father – Gruff, wise, loving; eventually softened by the Spirit
• Optional minor roles for a pastor, family members, or silent funeral scene
  Note: This is a monologue-style storytelling drama that can be done with minimal cast and staging.

Sample Script

Narrator (Daughter):
I got up from the couch where I'd been watching TV, and tip toed through the hall to my room. I heard Dad's bed squeak as I passed his room, so I froze and listened, but the sound was not repeated so I knew he was still asleep. I breathed a sigh of relief and continued to my room at the end of the hall. I shut the door behind me and crawled into bed. My bed fit snug in the far corner of the room by a big double window. I rolled over on my side and faced the wall.

I had no sooner rolled over than I heard someone open my bedroom door and step inside. I tried to roll over to see who it was but a strange electrical tingling feeling swept over my whole body. I was unable to move. All the science fiction stories of aliens from outer space raced through my mind. Was an alien kidnapping me? Had I been zapped with some ray gun freeze ray? My eyes were wide with terror as I listened intently trying to decide what the source of it all was. Then I heard a big booming man's voice say three words. Instantly the electrical tingling that had held me captive was gone. I quickly turned around, my heart pounding in my throat, but no one was there. My door was shut. Every detail in my room was clear because of the bright moonlight that shown through my window. No one was there.

I sat up in bed, my heart still racing, trying to piece it all together. I knew now, because of the voice that it was the Lord, but what did it all mean? Dad would know. He had personal experience in such matters. I thought about waking him up but realized as eager as I was to share it with Dad and see what he thought it meant, it really would keep till morning. Besides I wanted dad wide awake when I told of my personal experience. My experience with the Lord, how important it sounded. I lay there running the scene and the three words over and over in my mind and just how I was going to explain it all to Dad.

I must have fallen asleep doing that because the next thing I knew it was morning. I suddenly remembered the night before. I jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen where Dad was having a cup of coffee. I crudely blurted out all the detail of the night before too anxious to word things carefully, but when I got to the part where the Lord had spoken the three words I stopped. I could not remember the three words. This was impossible, how could this be? How could I forget something so spectacular? But try as I would my mind was a total blank. Who would believe me if I couldn't even remember the three words? Dad would think it was just a dream but I knew I was awake. I had just lain down. It was so terribly frustrating and unfair. I looked at Dad to see if he believed me. He had a very serious look on his face as though he were concentrating. He placed his big rough hand on my shoulder and told me not to worry.

(As Dad):
"The words are meant for another time," he said. "Some day you will really need them and when you do, you will remember them. Until then don't worry about it because try as you will until the appointed time you will not remember."

(Back to Narrator)
He was right, several times over the months that followed I would try very hard to remember, but to no avail. Still, I would wonder what it all meant and why?

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