Thursday, October 30, 2008

(The Parable of the Unforgiving Servant)

Scripture Reference: Matthew 18:21-35
Jesus answered, 'I tell you, not seven times, but seventy-seven times.' - Matthew 18:22
A western showing we are forgiven and need to be forgiving.

SAM – a blustery cowboy
OWNER – a cowgirl ranch owner (this could be made into a cowboy)
COWPOKE – a fellow worker

I have done this as both a puppet skit and a skit with actors.
If done with actors, they should wear traditional western outfits. This could be as simple as cowboys hats or as elaborate as full cowboy attire.


(The OWNER starts on stage and is joined by SAM.)

SAM: Howdy, ma’am. I was wondering if I could get an advance on my wages?

OWNER: Well, Sam, I was just looking over the books, and I notice you have been taking out quite a few advances lately. In fact, you owe me a million dollars!

SAM: Tarnation! How’d I do that?!?

OWNER: Well, I don’t rightly know, but it’s time to pay up, pardner.

SAM: I-I-I don’t reckon I got a million dollars!

OWNER: Then I’m gonna need to sell your horse. I need to try to get back some of this money.

SAM: (sobs) My horse!! Please, don’t sell my horse! He’s my best friend in the whole world! I’d be lost without Old Pete! (sobs louder)

OWNER: If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s to see a grown cowboy blubber. Tell you what, I’m in a good mood. Forget the whole thing. Your debt’s forgiven. You don’t owe me one red cent. Now get outta here and blow your nose.

SAM: Golly, ma’am. (sniff) I don’t know what to say. I’m as happy as a tick on a bloodhound. Thank you so much!

(OWNER exits the stage. The COWPOKE enters.)

COWPOKE: Howdy, Sam. How’s it goin’?

SAM: Hey, you varmint! I was lookin’ fer you! Where’s that 10 bucks you owe me?!? (starts hitting the COWPOKE)

COWPOKE: Ow! I don’t have the money right now. Ouch! If you’ll just give me a little longer, I swear I’ll pay you back. Ow!

SAM: You lazy, good-for-nothin’ galoot! Give me my money NOW! (keeps hitting the COWPOKE)

COWPOKE: Yow! I don’t have the money. Ouch!

SAM: Then I am going to the sheriff and have you thrown in jail. (whacks him one last time, and the COWPOKE disappears; SAM walks off)

(After a brief pause, the OWNER enters, obviously agitated)

OWNER: I cain’t believe what I just heard. Some of the hands saw Sam beating up a cowpoke, ‘cause he owed him 10 dollars. And he’s going to have him thrown in jail? Why, that makes me madder than a bee in a bucket. SAM!!!

(SAM enters)

SAM: Yes, ma’am?

OWNER: I just heard what you’ve been up to. You ornery, no-account polecat!! I forgave your debt 'cause you was blubbering, then you go and tangle with that poor cowpoke.

SAM: But that ain't the same thing…

OWNER: Yes, it is. I’ve called the sheriff to come arrest you. You’ll stay in jail ‘til you can pay me back every last dime.

SAM: How can I pay you back if I’m in jail?

OWNER: You shoulda thought of that before you called the sheriff on that poor cowpoke. (leaves)

SAM: (running after her) But, but, but….

(The COWPOKE enters limping and bandaged.)

COWPOKE: Peter came to Jesus and asked, "Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother when he sins against me? Up to seven times?" Jesus answered, "I tell you, not seven times, but seventy-seven times.

(The COWPOKE exits.)

1 comment:

One Voice said...

I remember this one.