Sounds Like a Miracle

(Available in English y español)

Are we in the 21st century still able to accept the concept of miracles of God?

A child has fallen from a 3rd floor apartment in front of two police officers, and remarkably a small tree has broken the fall and saved the child’s life. Although all agree this was a miracle and could only have been done by God, the superior officer isn’t prepared to explain it in any other way than a stroke of luck.

This miracle is compared to Jesus feeding the multitude from a young boy’s lunch.

Cast: 3 m or f

• male or female, late 20’s or older
• Police Officer Evans
• Police Officer Monroe
• Sergeant Lou Williams

Bible Reference: John 6

Set: blank

Sound: wireless mics if available

Song: none

Lighting: standard

SFX: none

Props:

• desk or table with a chair
• papers

Costumes:

• police uniforms

Special Instructions: none

Time: 9

Sample script:

Scene: Monroe is sitting at a desk, writing. Evans stands looking over his shoulder. Williams enters briskly.

Williams:
OK, did you guys get your report finished? It’s late and I need to get out there, give an interview to the reporters who are waitin’ for answers.

Monroe:
Well, yeh, I guess . .

Evans:
How do you put a miracle into words so’s that everyone understands, doesn’t think we’re nut cases?

Williams:
OK, let’s see it . . .

Monroe hands papers to Williams, who silently reads for a few seconds, then gets upset.

Williams:
Have you two jokers blown your minds? . . . What is this garbage?

(Reads aloud.)
“By some miracle the child never hit the cement sidewalk . . .”

(Pauses, reads more.)
“For some unknown reason I forced my finger into the child’s mouth, pulling out his tongue which he had sucked into his throat. . . .”

(Pauses again, continues.)
“The only plausible explanation is that this was a miracle from God. . . ”

He slams the papers down on the desk.

Evans, you said it—everyone that hears this trash is gonna be sure you two are certifiable nut cases! And who is gonna hear this? Only the Chief of Police . . . and the Mayor hisself. Then everyone will start scramblin’ for cover.

You know who’s gonna get asked the questions? . . . Who’s neck will be on the choppin’ block? Not you, Evans. Not you, Monroe. Yours truly, Sergeant Lou Williams, that’s who!
And if you jokers think I am gonna—
You need to have your fool heads examined!

Monroe:
But that’s what really happened! Me and Evans was there—saw it with our own eyes!

Evans:
The kid fell from the 3rd story; somehow his clothes got caught on a tree branch.

Williams:
Well, just say that in the report . . none of this goofy miracle trash. Everybody will accept that the tree branch saved the kid . . . Everybody’s happy.

Evans:
Nobody will believe that. Those trees were just planted a couple years ago. Those puny branches wouldn’t have held a kitten, let alone a three-year-old child.

Williams:
OK, say that as you were walkin’ by, the kid fell into your arms. No problem there.

Monroe:
But me and Evans was 10 feet away when the child fell from that apartment.

Williams:
Look, you know that, and now I know that—but that’s all that’s gonna know, understood?
Besides, you two will be heroes. Be good for you and the whole department. Good press is bad needed when you’re a cop nowadays.

Evans:
And how do we explain me fishing the kid’s tongue out of his throat?

Williams:
You was doin’ your job—an efficient, trained officer. Period.

Evans:
No one will believe that! I never heard of that happening—never been trained.

Williams:
Then just don’t tell no one about it, Evans!

Evans:
We had to explain to the ambulance attendants when they came to pick up the child.

Williams:
When will you jokers learn to keep your mouths shut?

(Pauses, thinks.)
OK, give me a minute here—I’ll figure it all out. We can fix this up.

Now, exactly what happened? . . . And spare me the theatrics, just the facts, OK?

Monroe:
Me and Evans was on patrol on Regency Street, passing by the new apartments. We heard this scream from up above. I looked up, couldn’t believe my eyes—there’s a kid fell out of an open window.

Evans:
Happened so fast, I like froze . . . Seemed like it took forever, the kid falling in like slow motion . . . And his clothes seemed to catch on this little branch . .

Monroe:
More like a twig really . . .

Williams:
I said give it up with the theatrics already!

Evans:
Anyways, he just like kinda hung there.

Monroe:
I rushed over, grabbed the kid . . . the twig snapped and the kid was in my arms.

Evans:
Kid was screaming . . . Never forget that look of terror in his eyes . . . sobbing . . .

Evans gets emotional, wipes tears from his eyes.

Williams:
Look, all I want is to know what happened, OK? . . Go on . .

Evans:
The kid—screaming—took this deep breath, eyes bugged out, quit screaming . .

Monroe:
He went limp in my arms . . . quit breathing . . . Looked a lot like my boy Ethan . . .

Evans:
Kid’s head fell back, his mouth clamped shut . . . I knew he needed help . .

Monroe:
I radioed in for an ambulance . . . Evans forced the kid’s mouth open . .

Evans:
Couldn’t find his tongue . . . I stuck my finger down the kid’s throat, found his tongue . . . Slippery but somehow I hauled it out . .

Monroe:
Kid like shivered in my arms . . . took a big breath . . . looked around . .

Evans:
Kid’s mother was there, yelled out, “My baby, it’s a miracle! . . . You saved my baby!”

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