Right Where You Are

A sweet and tender skit about missionaries, love, and serving right where God has placed you—because He has a purpose for your life. Charlie spent years feeling disappointed, believing his dream to become a missionary had passed him by. After all, he was just a shoemaker. But a heartfelt encounter with God reveals the truth: Charlie was already right where God wanted him—impacting lives, inspiring future missionaries, and showing God’s love in everyday ways. Sometimes, fixing little shoes and sharing big stories of faith is exactly how we serve the Kingdom.

Perfect for any time of year—including Valentine’s Day—as a reminder that love and purpose begin right at home.

Cast:  4 including offstage voice of God

• Charlie: older man, shoemaker
• Jimmy: a young boy 6 – 10 years of age
• Becky: late teen to twenties
• VOG Offstage voice of God
• Note all except God could be either male or female

Bible Reference: Ephesians 6:7

Set:   bare

Lighting:   standard

Sound:  wireless mics if available

Song:     none

SFX:   none

Costumes:   standard

Props:  letter, rocking chair, shoes

Special Instructions:   none

Time:  30

Sample of script:

[Sample Script – Uncle Charlie’s Letter]

Scene: A small, humble workshop with tools, a workbench, and shoes scattered around.

(Lights come up. Charlie is seated, reading a letter. His expression is frustrated and emotional.)

Charlie:
A final defeat, that’s what it is! (waves papers) Right here! See this?
(reads)
“We regret to inform you that unfortunately, due to your advanced age . . .”
“Advanced age?” I will show you advanced age! A conspiracy, that’s what it is!

(Looks upward, tearful.)

Why Lord? You know all I ever wanted was to see you, to serve you. But not one single time, in my fifty-seven years on this earth, have you shown yourself to me, allowed me to be your foot-servant. Foot-servant! Feet! That is the sum total of my existence! A mindless existence making mindless coverings to keep the sweet-smelling feet of the privileged from feeling cold, or pain, or sharp objects, or discomfort. A shoemaker. A cobbler. Is that all that they can place on my tombstone?
(contemptuously)
A shoemaker. A cobbler! Better being a criminal, seems like. At least that’s a something to claim on a life worth living!

(Jimmy enters cheerfully.)

Jimmy:
Hi Uncle Charlie!

Charlie:
How many times must I explain to all of you in this town, I am not your uncle, I am not in any way related to anyone in this nondescript village!

Jimmy:
Don’t be silly Uncle Charlie, you are everybody’s Uncle Charlie.

Charlie:
Listen to me very carefully boy! I do not wish to be everyone’s Uncle Charlie, do you not understand that, boy?

Jimmy:
Sure Uncle Charlie, whatever you say. I just wanted to say thanks for fixing my shoes Uncle Charlie.

Charlie:
Look, don’t be bringing those shoes back next time you wear a hole in them, you hear?

Jimmy:
What’s wrong Uncle Charlie, you seem kinda grumpy. Not like you to be grumpy Uncle Charlie. I know, how about a big hug Uncle Charlie?

(Jimmy hugs Charlie’s leg. Charlie tries to stay grumpy, but a slow smile comes to his face. He ruffles Jimmy’s hair.)

Jimmy:
There, that feels better, doesn’t it, Uncle Charlie?

Charlie:
Well, yeah, guess it does, it’s just that... oh come over here let me hug ya, Jimmy!

(They hug.)

Jimmy:
Wanna tell me what’s wrong Uncle Charlie?

Charlie:
Oh you wouldn’t understand Jimmy, it’s just that grownups, they run into problems seems like. Do both me and you a favour Jimmy, just stay little and young and unbedazzled.

Jimmy:
What’s unbedazzled Uncle Charlie?

Charlie:
Oh Jimmy, you’re just little, you wouldn’t understand, it’s...

Jimmy:
I know Uncle Charlie, I know I am just little and don’t understand, but that’s why God sent me you, Uncle Charlie, to tell me all these things. I mean, me not havin’ a dad and all, I mean, what would I do without havin’ you, Uncle Charlie?

Charlie:
But you don’t understand Jimmy, see it’s, I wasn’t supposed to be a shoe maker, I was...

Jimmy:
What time is it, Uncle Charlie?

Charlie:
What’s that... oh... (looks at his watch) ... it’s just about two-thirty and like I was sayin’ I...

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