tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19910028799142719952024-03-13T02:12:55.147-05:00ChildsPlayBible-based skits for Children's Church, Sunday School, and AWANA.ChildsPlayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05207706323200724033noreply@blogger.comBlogger170125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991002879914271995.post-21505451982791898332015-08-31T12:38:00.001-05:002015-08-31T13:19:32.747-05:00Unarmed<a href="http://impactmorehead.com/hp_wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/thebodyofChrist2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://impactmorehead.com/hp_wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/thebodyofChrist2.jpg" height="200" width="186" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>Scripture Reference: <a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+Corinthians+12%3A12-31&version=NIV" target="_blank"> </a></b><a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+Corinthians+12%3A12-31&version=NIV" target="_blank">1 Corinthians 12:12-31</a><br />
<b>
</b><br />
A lesson about unity and diversity of the body.<br />
<br />
<b>Cast:</b><br />
</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"> TURQ – an energetic little monster from the hills<br />
ARM – sophisticated voice (in contrast to Turq's), like Thurston Howell III.<br />
FOOT – negative voice, like Glum from <i>The Adventures of Gulliver</i> cartoon<br />
BOTTOM – surfer dude<br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>
Props: </b><br />
None<br />
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(<i>TURQ enters and addresses the audience.</i>)</span> </span><dir><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">
</span></span><dir><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">
</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">TURQ: Hoo wee! Howdy-do, folks. Ma name is Turq and I'm a-fixin' to learn y'all about the theme verse fer this here con-</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">fer-ence. The verse is in One Cōrinthians 12. Lemme just grab my Bible… (</span></span><i><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">tries to reach but nothing happens</span></span></i><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">) I sez, lemme just grab my Bible… (<i>tries again to reach but again nothing happens</i>) What in tarnaton is a-goin' on here? I cain't move ma arms.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">
ARM: We're on strike.<br />
<br />
TURQ: Is I a-dreamin'? Ma arm is a-talkin' at me.<br />
<br />
ARM: We've decided that we do far too much and are just underappreciated. We lift, we push, we pull, we stretch, we cross, we put your hands in the air, we put your hands in the air, we put your hands in th…<br />
<br />
TURQ: We get the idear. Keep 'er movin'.<br />
<br />
ARM: Anywho, we decided to go on strike until we are recognized as the most important part of the body.<br />
<br />
TURQ: Well, I gotta <b>hand</b> it to ya, that makes ya 'bout as useful as a trapdoor on a rowboat.<br />
<br />
ARM: We don't care. We are tired of being abused.<br />
<br />
FOOT: You think you're abused? Trying being a foot.<br />
<br />
TURQ: (<i>looking down</i>) What in the Sam Hill?<br />
<br />
FOOT: You think you have it rough. How'd you like to be stood on all day? He never wears shoes. He never cuts his toenails. And heaven forbid he should turn on a light when he gets up at night. I'm tired of being stubbed. We are on strike until we are recognized as the most important part of the body.<br />
<br />
TURQ: Well, you picked a fine time to leave my you heal. (<i>pauses</i>) Hey! That'd make a dandy song. (<i>breaking into song</i>) <i>♫ You picked a fine time to leave my you heal. Ten hungry tootsies and a crop in the…♪</i><br />
<br />
<i>
</i>
FOOT: (<i>clears throat loudly</i>)<br />
<br />
TURQ: Sorry, 'bout that.<br />
<br />
BOTTOM: Whoa! You think you have it bad? He sits on m…<br />
<br />
TURQ: Hesh!!! We ain't goin' there.<br />
<br />
BOTTOM: Bummer!<br />
<br />
TURQ: Listen, fellers, this goes right along with the theme verse fer this here con-fer-ence.<br />
<br />
ARM: Funny how that always works out.<br />
<br />
TURQ: Ain't it though. The verse is: <i>there should be no division in the body, but that its parts should have equal concern for each other. If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it.</i><br />
So don't ya see, fellers, you is all important: arms, feet, even the feller back there. If'n we is quarrelsome, we all suffer. If'n we all get along, we can get a whole mess o' stuff done. Then we can be happier'n a june bug on a tomater plant.<br />
<br />
ARM: I suppose, but do we have to include THAT fellow back there.<br />
<br />
BOTTOM: (<i>indignant</i>) Hey!<br />
<br />
TURQ: Yep! Ev'ryone.<br />
<br />
ARM: (<i>reluctantly</i>) Fine.<br />
<br />
TURQ: But it's bigger'n 'at, fellers. Ya see all these folks here? Well, these folks and the folks they go to church with and the folks that believe in Christ all over the world is part of Christ's body. We is like His arms and His feet and His… Well, we is all part of His body. If'n we is quarrelsome, we all suffer. If'n we all get along, we can get a whole mess o' stuff done. Then we can be happier'n a woodpecker in a lumberyard.<br />
<br />
FOOT: (<i>in normal droopy voice</i>) The thought of that just makes me feel so happy.<br />
<br />
TURQ: So can I have ma arms back now?<br />
<br />
ARM: Oh, sorry. Yes.<br />
<br />
</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">TURQ: (<i>moving/flailing arms</i>) That's better. Now that we got tha</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">t settled, where was I? Oh, that's right.<br />
Woo wee! Howdy-do, folks. Ma name is Turq and I'm a-fixin' to learn y'all about the theme verse fer this here con-fer-ence. The verse is in One Cōrinthians 12…</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">
</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">
ARM: I think you already covered that.<br />
<br />
</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">TURQ: (<i>considers</i>) Did I? Well, roll me over and call me tumbleweed. I reckon I did. (<i>realizing he's done</i>) Hoo wee! Then I'm off to the fishin' hole… (<i>looking around, realizing he shouldn't leave yet</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">) after the con-fer-ence, of course.<br />
Well, ā-dios, folks</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">. (<i>exits</i>)</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">
BOTTOM: The end.</span></span></dir><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">
</span></span></dir><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">
</span></span><br />ChildsPlayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05207706323200724033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991002879914271995.post-69162398396687555672014-10-23T12:53:00.000-05:002015-08-31T13:23:22.483-05:00Communion Etiquette<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<b>Scripture Reference: </b><a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+Corinthians+11%3A17-34&version=NIV" target="_blank">1Corinthians 11:17-34</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Cast: <o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b> </b>MELISSA – cannot
stop talking and fidgeting during Communion.<o:p></o:p></div>
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COREY
– clowns around during Communion trying to make MELISSA laugh.<o:p></o:p></div>
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HANNAH
– knows the proper way to celebrate Communion.<o:p></o:p></div>
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NARRATOR
– controls and comments on the action.<o:p></o:p></div>
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ALEX – usher serving Communion; not
impressed with MELISSA and COREY's antics.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Props: <o:p></o:p></b></div>
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Communion
elements<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>(Scene opens with MELISSA, COREY, and HANNAH
sitting as if in church facing the audience.
MELISSA and COREY can be seen
playing around and talking, but we cannot hear them. HANNAH is sitting quietly. The NARRATOR stands behind them.)<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<b>NARRATOR</b>: Presented for you consideration. Three young people preparing to celebrate
Communion: the Talker, the Clown, and
the Worshipper. Let's see how each takes
the Communion bread.<o:p></o:p></div>
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(<i>MELISSA and COREY are so busy talking that MELISSA does not
notice ALEX trying to serve the bread.
Finally, ALEX nudges MELISSA who takes the tray. MELISSA picks through the tray to find just
the right piece. She finally takes one
and passes the tray to COREY. MELISSA
fiddles with her bread, passing it from one hand to the other.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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COREY takes one, tosses it the air, and tries to
catch it in his mouth. He then takes
another and tries it again. After
several attempts, COREY sees the dirty looks from HANNAH and ALEX. COREY takes one and passes on the tray to
HANNAH. COREY sticks the bread in his
pocket.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>HANNAH takes a piece, hands the tray to
ALEX, and sits quietly holding the bread in her closed hand.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>MELISSA eats her bread.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>MELISSA and </i>COREY<i> start talking again while HANNAH sits quietly.</i>)<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-left: .5in; text-indent: -.5in;">
<b>NARRATOR</b>: So kids, who did the bread correctly? (<i>Wait
for responses.</i>)<o:p></o:p></div>
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(<i>Standing behind MELISSA.</i>) Who are we suppose to pay attention to during
Communion? (<i>The pastor.</i>) Do we touch all
the bread before taking a piece? (<i>No.</i>)<o:p></o:p></div>
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(<i>Standing behind COREY.</i>) Are we suppose to play with the bread? (<i>No.</i>) What are we suppose to do with the
bread? (<i>Hold it in our hand.</i>)<o:p></o:p></div>
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(<i>Standing behind HANNAH.</i>) We are suppose to pay attention to the pastor
and be ready to take the tray when it is handed to us. We don't play with the bread. We hold it in our hand and wait for the
pastor to say that we can eat it. (<i>Looks at MELISSA, who looks sheepish.</i>)<o:p></o:p></div>
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After
the pastor says they can eat the bread (<i>HANNAH
eats the bread</i>)… (<i>Looking at COREY,</i>) AFTER THE PASTOR SAYS
THEY CAN EAT THE BREAD… (<i>Startled, COREY removes the bread from his
pocket and eats it.</i>) After the
pastor says they can eat the bread, the juice is served.<o:p></o:p></div>
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(<i>MELISSA and COREY are so busy talking again, that MELISSA doesn't
notice ALEX standing next to her with the juice. ALEX finally has to nudge her. MELISSA takes a very long time trying to pick
just the right cup. She finally picks
one, takes the tray, and pass it to COREY.
MELISSA holds her cup in the air looking at the light through the cup.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>COREY nearly spills the tray trying to
balance it while finding the cup he wants.
COREY then holds the tray for HANNAH but keeps moving it as she tries to
take a cup. COREY sees the dirty looks
from HANNAH and COREY then finally holds the tray still for her to take a
cup. COREY and MELISSA start comparing
notes on their juice.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>HANNAH pass the tray
to ALEX then sits quietly holding her cup.</i>)<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>NARRATOR</b>: So kids, who did the juice correctly? (<i>Wait
for responses.</i>)<o:p></o:p></div>
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(<i>Standing behind MELISSA.</i>) Are we suppose to be talking to our friends
during Communion? (<i>No.</i>) Is there any difference
between the cups? (<i>No.</i>) No, just take one.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-left: .5in; text-indent: -.5in;">
(<i>Standing behind COREY.</i>) Grownups can usually handle holding the tray
and taking a cup. It is a good idea to let an adult hold the tray for
you and pass it on.<o:p></o:p></div>
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(<i>Standing behind
HANNAH.</i>) We are suppose to be quiet
and be ready to pick a cup of juice when it comes to us. Just take one, they are all the same. We hold the cup in our hand and wait for the
pastor to say that we drink it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The pastor then says they can drink the juice (<i>MELISSA and HANNAH drink the juice – MELISSA
tosses her cup over her shoulder; HANNAH holds her cup</i>)… (<i>Looking
at COREY,</i>) THE PASTOR THEN SAYS THEY CAN DRINK THE JUICE… (<i>Startled,
COREY holds the cup with his lips and throws his head back to drink the
juice. MELISSA laugh then notices that
no one else is laughing. She faces
forward and looks serious. COREY cracks
the cup in his mouth then takes it out.
HANNAH rolls her eyes.</i>)<o:p></o:p></div>
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(<i>Standing behind MELISSA.</i>) What are we suppose to do when we are through
drinking the juice? (<i>Hold on to it.</i>)<o:p></o:p></div>
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(<i>Standing behind COREY. Pauses.
Looks down at COREY. Shakes his
head and rolls eyes.</i>) Don't even
think about it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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(<i>Standing behind HANNAH.</i>) We are suppose to hold our cup until everyone
is finished. We then pass the cups to
the center aisle where the usher will pick it up. (<i>MELISSA
crawls on the floor to retrieve her cup and passes it to COREY. COREY puts is crushed cup in MELISSA's and
passes it to HANNAH. HANNAH stacks her
cup and passes them to ALEX.</i>)<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>NARRATOR</b>: Communion is suppose to be a
celebration. We are suppose to be joyful
as we reflect on the awesome gift of God's grace. But it is also a serious time as we reflect
on Jesus' sacrifice. That means we can
be happy – we can be <i>very</i> happy – but
we don't play around. If we'll all do
that, Communion will be more enjoyable and meaningful for you and those around
you.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
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Let's give a hand to Melissa, Corey, and Hannah for all
their help.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<![endif]--><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Scripture Reference</span></b><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><a href="http://legacy.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Acts+3-4&version=NIV" target="_blank">Acts 3-4</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A lesson about the power of the Holy Spirit.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>PROPHET – a
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Props:</span></b></div>
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(e.g., flaming tongue, dove, cloud) lowered on a string.</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Notes:</span></b></div>
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lengthened as necessary.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The point is
that without the Holy Spirit he is just a clanging cymbal.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">PROPHET:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">in a
stammering, halting manner</i>) G-g-g-g-ood m-m-mor…, um, G-g-g-ood m‑morning,
b-b-b-oys and g-g-girls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I, uh, I, uh, I,
uh, I would like to – well, I don't know if I would like to as much as I need
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">PROPHET:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dear God, please send Your spirit and give me
the words to speak?</span></div>
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the PROPHET</i>)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">PROPHET:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">in a
confident, firm manner</i>)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Lord God
wants you to know that you must change your hearts and lives! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped
out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>God has raised up his servant Jesus and sent
him to you first to bless you by turning each of you away from doing evil.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Salvation is found in no one else, for there
is no other name under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved.</span></div>
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were meeting was shaken. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And they were
all filled with the Holy Spirit and spoke the word of God boldly."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>[Acts 4:31 (NIV)]</span></div>
ChildsPlayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05207706323200724033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991002879914271995.post-2704960819243723622014-06-10T09:36:00.000-05:002014-06-10T09:54:47.820-05:00I'm My Mama's Reflection<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>Scripture Reference</b>: <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Acts%205:1-11" target="_blank">Acts 5:1-11</a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">A lesson about judgment.<br />
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<b>Cast:</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">TURQ – an energetic little monster from the hills<br />
MISS REBECCA – the teacher who sets him straight<br />
ABIGAIL – one of the kids in class<br />
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<b>Props:</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Rubber chicken
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(<i>TURQ enters.</i>)<br />
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TURQ: Hoo wee! Howdy-do, Miss Rebecca.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Hi, Turq. What's up?<br />
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TURQ: Not much, I jes… (<i>pauses then zeroes in on one of the students</i>) Is that Abigail?<br />
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MISS REBECCA: (<i>confused</i>) Yes.<br />
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TURQ: Well, I ain't seen Abigail in a month o' Sundays. Come up here, Abigail, I have somethin' fer ya.<br />
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(<i>Abigail approaches the front of the puppet stage.</i>)<br />
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ABIGAIL: Hi, Turq. What do you want?<br />
<br />
TURQ: No, come closer.<br />
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ABIGAIL: (<i>gets closer</i>) OK.<br />
<br />
TURQ: That ain't close 'nuff. Come over here to the side.<br />
<br />
ABIGAIL: (<i>goes to the side of the puppet stage</i>) How's this?<br />
<br />
TURQ: That's perfect. (<i>Disappears from puppet stage. Suddenly, he hits ABIGAIL over the head with a rubber chicken. Stays back stage.</i>)<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Abigail! Are you OK?<br />
<br />
ABIGAIL: I'm fine.<br />
<br />
MISS REBECCA: I'm so sorry. Why don't you have a seat.<br />
<br />
(<i>ABIGAIL sits.</i>)<br />
<br />
MISS REBECCA: Turq?<br />
<br />
TURQ: (<i>enters</i>) Is you all still here?<br />
<br />
MISS REBECCA: Yes. I can't believe you did that.<br />
<br />
TURQ: Did what?<br />
<br />
MISS REBECCA: Hit Abigail with a rubber chicken.<br />
<br />
TURQ: What is you talkin' about. I did no such thang.<br />
<br />
MISS REBECCA: Yes, you did.<br />
<br />
TURQ: No, I didn't.<br />
<br />
MISS REBECCA: You did.<br />
<br />
TURQ: I didn't.<br />
<br />
MISS REBECCA: Did.<br />
<br />
TURQ: Didn't times infinity.<br />
<br />
MISS REBECCA: (<i>taking a different tack</i>) Well, whoever did it must have a terrible mother.<br />
<br />
TURQ: I telled ya I didn't do it. And stop talkin' 'bout my mama.<br />
<br />
MISS REBECCA: I'm just saying that whoever did such a terrible thing must have a terrible mother.<br />
<br />
TURQ: Stop bad-mouthin' my mama. And I didn't do it.<br />
<br />
MISS REBECCA: Whoever did such a pusillanimous and vindictive act must have a pusillanimous and vindictive mother.<br />
<br />
TURQ: I don't know what those words mean, but take 'em back. Nobody sasses my mama.<br />
<br />
MISS REBECCA: Are you saying you hit Abigail with a rubber chicken.<br />
<br />
TURQ: I tryin' <i>not</i> to.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Turq!<br />
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TURQ: Fine! I did. I did. Ar' you happy now?<br />
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MISS REBECCA: I'm glad you decided to be honest.<br />
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TURQ: And do you take back what you said about my mama?!?<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Your mother is a fine woman, Turq.<br />
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TURQ: Thank ye.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: But, it does reflect badly on her when you do bad things.<br />
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TURQ: But it ain't her fault.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: No, it's not, but people will judge your mother based on your actions.<br />
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TURQ: Well, that ain't far.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Maybe not, but that's the way it is. If someone has never met your mother, they only know her through you.<br />
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TURQ: Well turn me over and paint me blue.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: And as a Christian, your actions reflect on God, too.<br />
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TURQ: Tarnation! That ain't far neither.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: If someone doesn't know, they only know Him through you.<br />
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TURQ: Spit fire and save the matches. Hittin' someone with a rubber chicken makes my mama and God both look bad.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: That's right.<br />
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TURQ: 'Cause a cream pie to the face would be much funnier.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: That's not really what I meant…<br />
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TURQ: That would reflect much better on my mama…<br />
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MISS REBECCA: I need to clarify…<br />
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TURQ: and God.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Not exactly…<br />
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TURQ: See y'all later. Bye!<br />
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MISS REBECCA: (<i>giving up</i>) Bye, Turq.</span>ChildsPlayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05207706323200724033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991002879914271995.post-29883834076699664062013-08-06T10:35:00.001-05:002013-08-06T10:36:26.343-05:00I'd Cotton to Some Candy<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A lesson that God is always God.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cast:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ
– an energetic little monster from the hills<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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MIKE – the teacher who sets him straight<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">(<i>MR. MIKE is on stage
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: Hoo wee!
Howdy-do, Mr. Mike.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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MIKE: Hi, Turq. What's up?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: O, not too much. I got me a new toothbrush, I decided I ain't
gonna believe in God, and I'm a-thinkin' about gittin' a haircut.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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MIKE: What was that?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: I was studyin' as to whether to get a
haircut. Well, actually, I'd probly get
more than one o' my hairs cut, but…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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MIKE: No, no, no. The one before that. The one about God.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: O! I
decided that I ain't gonna believe in God no more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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MIKE: Is it because you prayed it would
rain soda and it didn’t?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: No, I reckon that was a silly, childish
prayer. I had a more grown-up prayer
that didn't come true.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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MIKE: And what prayer was that?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: That it'd snow cotton candy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
MIKE: How is that more mature than
raining soda?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: Is you a few clowns short of a circus, Mr.
Mike? Everyone knows cotton candy is one
of the five major food groups and sody is for kiddies.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
MIKE: Everyone knows that?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: I reckon so.
That's what my momma learned me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
MIKE: Well, I'm not going to argue with
anyone's momma.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: Darn tootin'.
So I prayed fer it to snow cotton candy, there ain't no cotton candy
snow, so I don't believe in God no more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
MIKE: This reminds me of today's Bible
story.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: There's a Bible story about cotton candy?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
MIKE: No. Today's story is about Shadrach, Meshach, and
Abednego.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: Shaq, Mack, and a belly button?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
MIKE: No, Shadrach, Meshach, and
Abednego. They wouldn't worship a statue
of the king, so the king ordered them to be thrown into a fiery furnace.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: Well, that'd be hotter'n a pair of sweat
pants full of barbecue. But I bet the
Lord saved them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
MIKE: Since this is a spoiler free skit,
you'll have to wait and see. But they
did tell the king that even if God didn't save them, He's still God and they'll
worship only Him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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MIKE: Uh-huh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
MIKE: Way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: Even if they didn’t get what they wanted,
they wouldn't give up on God.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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MIKE: That's right.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: Even if they got burnt up like a marshmallow
that gets all squishy on the stick and plops into the campfire?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
MIKE: Even then.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: Even if they are like that burnt up little French
fry that gets put in your tator tots at Sonic?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
MIKE: I think so.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: Well, hoo-wee! Then I shouldn't give up on God, should I?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
MIKE: No, God will always be faithful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: And I shouldn't give up on God makin' it snow
cotton candy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
MIKE: I didn't say that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: Then I reckon the problem is that I just
ain't been per-sis-tent enuff.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
MIKE: That's not really what I meant
when…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: I think I'm gonna head down to the fishin'
hole and do me some prayin' about cotton candy snow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
MIKE: Before you go, I need to clarify…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: See y'all later. Bye!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
MIKE: (<i>giving up</i>) Bye, Turq.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A skit about
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<strong><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cast</span></strong><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> PROPHET –
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> DUDE – a
lizard<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Testament prophets, (<i>DUDE enters</i>) so
I thought I'd make myself available to see if you have…</span></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"> (<i>nudges PROPHET</i>) Hey!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">PROPHET: …to see if you have any…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">DUDE: (<i>nudges
PROPHET</i>) Hey, prophet man!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">PROPHET: (<i>quickly</i>)
…see if you have any questions. (<i>turning to DUDE, annoyed</i>) Yes?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">DUDE: I have a question.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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What is it young… Um. Uh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">DUDE: Dude.
My name is Dude.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">PROPHET: What is it, Dude?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">DUDE: So you're a profit?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">PROPHET: Yes, I am.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I'm trying to buy a new Nintendo DS and could use some profit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">PROPHET: Not P-R-O-F-I-T profit. P-R-O-P-H-E-T prophet. A person who speaks for God.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">DUDE: So you can't help me make money?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">PROPHET: I'm afraid not, Dude. Most prophets lead a humble life. At one point, the prophet Elijah was eating
food brought to him by ravens.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">DUDE: Do you think you could get one of those
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">PROPHET: No.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">PROPHET: I'm not a fortune teller.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">DUDE: But I thought prophets could see the future.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">PROPHET: Prophets speak for God. Sometimes God gives us a glimpse at the
future to warn people to change their ways or to give hope to people feeling
hopeless.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I knew when I'd have enough money to get my Nintendo DS.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">PROPHET: Sorry, that's not the way God works, Dude.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">DUDE: Hmmm.
Well, do you have any gold?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">PROPHET: What are you talking about now?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">DUDE: I just thought maybe you were a miner prophet
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">PROPHET: Not M-I-N-E-R miner. M-I-N-O-R minor. It refers to prophets who wrote shorter books
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So can you do anything to help me get a Nintendo DS?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">PROPHET: I can tell you that if you continue to make a
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">DUDE: Not really what I was looking for.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">PROPHET: That's all I got, Dude.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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PROPHET: Thank you for your time this morning,
children. And remember you are loved
with an everlasting love and underneath are the everlasting arms! (<i>exits</i>)ChildsPlayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05207706323200724033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991002879914271995.post-33065711833361448022013-07-24T07:36:00.000-05:002013-07-24T07:37:29.377-05:00This Looks Like a Job for Job<strong>Scripture Reference</strong>: <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Job+1%3A13-22&version=NIV" target="_blank">Job 1:13-22</a><br />
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A skit that demonstrates that we should worship in times of trouble.<br />
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<strong>Cast</strong>:<br />
TURQ – an energetic little monster from the hills<br />
MISS REBECCA – the teacher who sets him straight<br />
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<strong>Props</strong>:<br />
Bible for MISS REBECCA opened to the book of Job.<br />
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(<em>During the third song (</em>God You're Good to Me<em>), TURQ enters but does not sing. He looks sad and dejected.</em>)<br />
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MISS REBECCA: What are you doing, Turq? Don’t tell me you're still embarrassed by singing?<br />
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TURQ: No.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: You don’t still think it’s girly or undignified?<br />
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TURQ: No.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Then what is it?<br />
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TURQ: Nuttin'.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: It’s not nothing. You look like someone popped your balloon.<br />
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TURQ: I’ve just had a bad week. I don’t want to go into detail.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Well, if you want to talk…<br />
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TURQ: It’s just that I had to take my yearly bath this week…<br />
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MISS REBECCA: That doesn’t sound so bad.<br />
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TURQ: Well, I is youngest of 13 young'uns. That means I get in the warsh tub after everyone else. By the time I get there, it's like bathin' in murky pond water.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: I’m glad you don’t want to go into detail.<br />
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TURQ: Wut? Oh, sorry. Anyways, I just ain't up to worshipin'. Worship is all about feelin's, and I'm feelin' lower'n a bowlegged caterpillar.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Worship is a lot more than just about your feelings. It isn’t just supposed to engage your heart, it's supposed to engage your mind, body, and spirit. In the book of John, Jesus says that “true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth.”<br />
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TURQ: Yeah, but if'n you had a bad day…<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Ever heard of Jōb? [NB: ō indicates to use a long O, as in "robe".]<br />
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TURQ: I don’t reckon I have.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: You know, Jōb – in the Bible. J-O-B, Jōb.<br />
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TURQ: I thought it was pro-nounced job.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: No, it’s Jōb.<br />
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TURQ: Did he have a brother named Bōb?<br />
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MISS REBECCA: What?!?<br />
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TURQ: Bōb. B-O-B.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: That would be Bob.<br />
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TURQ: And did he eat corn on the cōb?<br />
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MISS REBECCA: No.<br />
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TURQ: What about him?<br />
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MISS REBECCA: What about who?<br />
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TURQ: Job<br />
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MISS REBECCA: That’s Jōb, and he had a REALLY bad day. One day a messenger came to him and told him that his enemy had stolen all his oxen & donkeys and killed all his servants working in the fields.<br />
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TURQ: I bet that made him sōb.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: That’s sob. Then another messenger came to tell him that fire had fallen from the sky and killed all the sheep and shepherds.<br />
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TURQ: That’s bad, but…<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Then another messenger came to tell him that raiders had carried off his camels and killed his servants.<br />
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TURQ: That’s really bad, but…<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Then another messenger…<br />
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TURQ: Not another messenger!<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Yep, another messenger. This one came to tell him that while his sons and daughters were all together, a huge wind came up, blew down the house, and killed them all.<br />
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TURQ: Hoo wee! That's stanks worse than an ole polecat!<br />
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MISS REBECCA: That's probably one of the worst days anyone’s ever had.<br />
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TURQ: And you’re a-tellin' me that Jōb worshiped God after all that?!?<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Yes. Jōb 1:20-21 says: Then he fell to the ground in worship and said, "The LORD gave and the LORD has taken away; may the name of the LORD be praised."<br />
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TURQ: How could he do that? He just had his family wiped out?<br />
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MISS REBECCA: When we remember that God is our Redeemer and that He truly loves us, we can rest in the knowledge that He is in control even when we don’t understand the reasons for what is happening.<br />
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TURQ: But how can I do that?<br />
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MISS REBECCA: You have to prepare. You can’t wait until things get hard to trust God. You have to practice that when things are good. Spend time in His Word, talk with Him in prayer, stand in His presence in worship. You have to KNOW you can trust Him BEFORE the bad times. In the bad times, you will want to doubt, it’s only natural. But if you have a foundation of trust already, you can stand on that foundation when the trust is hard.<br />
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TURQ: So worship is like getting' into shape. You cain’t wait til you is in the middle of a football game to start workin' out. You gotta do that before the game, so that you is pre pared.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Exactly. Worship is part of what makes us healthy Christians. And when we are in difficult times in our lives, it reminds us that God is our Rock and our Redeemer.<br />
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TURQ: Well, doggies! If Jōb can worship after all of that, I guess I can, too.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: That’s our jōb.<br />
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TURQ: Now don’t YOU start that!<br />
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(<em>The last song plays (</em>10,000 Reasons (Bless the Lord)<em>) and TURQ participates. After the song…</em>)<br />
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TURQ: (<em>exiting</em>) ♫ Bless the Lord, O my soul, I want a sausage roll, put it in the microwave… ♫ChildsPlayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05207706323200724033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991002879914271995.post-4709637799027809782013-07-02T08:44:00.002-05:002013-07-02T08:56:28.892-05:00Sprite As Rain<strong>Scripture Reference</strong>: <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Kings%2020:1-11,%202%20Chronicles%2032:24-26,%20Isaiah%2038&version=NIV" target="_blank">2 Kings 20:1-11, 2 Chronicles 32:24-26, Isaiah 38</a><br />
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A lesson in following God and prayer.<br />
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TURQ – an energetic little monster from the hills<br />
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MR. MIKE – the teacher who sets him straight</div>
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TURQ: Hoo wee! Howdy-do, Mr. Mike.<br />
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MR. MIKE: Hi, Turq. What's up?<br />
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TURQ: Well, I've been reading the Good Book fer a piece now.<br />
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MR. MIKE: Reading the Bible is always a good thing. How's it going?<br />
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TURQ: I've been right taken with how the Lord answers prayers.<br />
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MR. MIKE: Yes, He does. God hears all of our prayers and answers them.<br />
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TURQ: That's what it sez, but I gotta notion that may not be truthful.<br />
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MR. MIKE: Why do you say that?<br />
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TURQ: 'Cuz my prayers ain't a-comin' true.<br />
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MR. MIKE: What are you praying for?<br />
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TURQ: I'm a-prayin' that it'd rain sody pop.<br />
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MR. MIKE: It's not going to rain soda pop.<br />
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TURQ: Is you a-sayin' the Lord cain't make it rain sody pop?<br />
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MR. MIKE: He could, but He isn't going to.<br />
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TURQ: Is you a-sayin' the Lord don't luv me 'nough to answer ma prayers?<br />
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MR. MIKE: No, I'm saying God doesn't work that way. First, think of the mess that would be caused if it rain Coke.<br />
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TURQ: It could be Dat Coke. It ain't as sticky.<br />
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MR. MIKE: More importantly, God isn't a vending machine or genie. He's not there to grant your wishes.<br />
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TURQ: He ain't?<br />
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MR. MIKE: He ain't – I mean, He isn’t.<br />
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TURQ: Well, bust ma legs and call me shorty. If'n the Lord ain't gonna give me what I want, why am I a-prayin'?<br />
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MR. MIKE: We pray for lots of reasons. We pray because, as followers of God, He has told us to.<br />
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TURQ: Well, I'm a-follerin', but He ain't lead me to no sody pop.<br />
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MR. MIKE: And one of the most important reasons is to get GOD's solutions and to know HIS will. It is not so we can get God to do our will.<br />
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TURQ: I reckon that's cause the Lord is whole mess smarter'n we'uns.<br />
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MR. MIKE: Yes, He is. But it's OK to come to God with specific requests, and we have God's promise that our prayers are not in vain, even if we don't receive specifically what we asked for. He has promised that when we ask for things that are in accordance with His will, He'll give us what we ask for. Sometimes He delays His answers according to His wisdom and for our benefit. In these situations, we need to be persistent in prayer.<br />
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TURQ: So if'n if the Lord's a-willin' fer me to have sody pop, He could make it rain sody pop.<br />
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MR. MIKE: I suppose, but…<br />
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TURQ: Then I reckon the problem is that I just ain't been per-sis-tent enuff.<br />
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MR. MIKE: That's not really what I meant when…<br />
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TURQ: I think I'm gonna head down to the fishin' hole and do me some prayin' about sody pop rain.<br />
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MR. MIKE: Before you go, I need to clarify…<br />
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TURQ: See y'all later. Bye!<br />
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MR. MIKE: (<em>giving up</em>) Bye, Turq.ChildsPlayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05207706323200724033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991002879914271995.post-38098382624208332952013-06-05T09:28:00.001-05:002013-06-05T09:29:28.467-05:00Come on and Dance<div class="MsoNormal">
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Reference: </span></b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Samuel%204-6,%202%20Samuel%206&version=NIV" target="_blank">1Samuel 4-6, 2 Samuel 6</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">A lesson in worship.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cast:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> TURQ – an
energetic little monster from the hills<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> MR. JUSTIN
– the teacher who sets him straight<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">(<i>After </i>Shackles<i>, the second to last song, TURQ enters laughing.</i>)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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You look like bunch of barefoot jackrabbits on hot ce-ment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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JUSTIN: Oh, hi, Turq. You're interrupting our praise.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: It that what they was doin'?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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JUSTIN: That's what we were doing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: But why was y'all jiggling around like
that? When I praise, I just move my
lips. (<i>opens and closes mouth without making any sound</i>)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
JUSTIN: Praising God is more than just
moving your lips. It's thanking God for
being out Provider. It's thanking Him
with your whole heart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: Yeah, but that's kinda embarrassin'. I mean, I don't cotton to singin' in front of
people. What if they hear my voice?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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JUSTIN: But you're not supposed to be
singing to any of these people.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: (<i>stage
whisper</i>) There ain't no one else here.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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JUSTIN: You're supposed to be singing to
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: Oh, yeah.
But singin' and hoppin' about is kinda… girly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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JUSTIN: What about a football player who
dances in the end zone after a touchdown?
Would you call them girly?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: Not to their faces. But that there's football. You're supposed to be quiet and dignified in
church, ain't ya?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
JUSTIN: Yes, there are times when you
need to be quiet. We don't want people
dancing around while Pastor John is preaching, but there are times when we
celebrate God.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: Yeah, but…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
JUSTIN: What if told you that I know a
famous warrior who danced for God?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: Who?!?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: David who?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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JUSTIN: King David, the fellow we've
been studying.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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That'n.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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JUSTIN: Yes, that one. Seems the Philistines had captured the Ark of
the Covenant and placed it in a tent with an idol, a statue of their fish-god
Dagon. When they came in the next
morning, Dagon was lying on the ground.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: I guess their idol was bein' idle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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JUSTIN: They put it back, but the next
morning, it was on the ground again with its arms and legs broken off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: I reckon that cost it an arm and a leg.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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JUSTIN: Right.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: Dagon had been dis-armed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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JUSTIN: Yeah.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: I guess he didn't have a leg to stand on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
JUSTIN: Any more?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: Jes one more:
Did anyone give him a leg up?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
JUSTIN: Are you done now?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: I reckon I am.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
JUSTIN: Are you sure?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: I don't chew my cabbage twice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
JUSTIN: So the Philistines sent word to
David to come and get the Ark because Israel's God was too powerful for Dagon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: That ain't sayin' much, since Dagon was jes a
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
JUSTIN: David let thirty thousand men to
get the Ark. They danced and sang and
played instruments all the way back.
David took off his kingly robes, so he could celebrate with everyone
else.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: You mean he was neked?!?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
JUSTIN: No, he was dressed like everyone
else because he wanted to be just part of the parade. It was about God, not him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: I reckon the folks loved that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
JUSTIN: Well, not everyone. His wife Michal thought it was vulgar and
undignified. Because of her attitude,
God cursed her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: Well, I don’t cotton to God cursin' me, so
I'll stop pokin' fun at y'all for wigglin' about like that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
JUSTIN: David, on the other hand,
humbled himself. He didn't praise God to
impress anyone or to show how spiritual he was.
He wanted to celebrate God's provision.
2 Samuel 6:14 says that David "danced before the L<span style="font-variant: small-caps;">ord</span> with all of his might."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: And the Bible sez that David was a man after
God's own heart. I reckon this is part
of the reason why.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">MR.
JUSTIN: You got it, Turq.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: I reckon if David can do it, so can I. Let's praise God!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> (<i>The
last song, </i>Get Down<i>, starts and TURQ joins in.</i>)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">TURQ: (<i>gradually
lowers from the stage, voice fading</i>)
♫ Get down, get down, get down… ♫<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">(<i>MR. JUSTIN starts prayer requests.</i>)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
ChildsPlayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05207706323200724033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991002879914271995.post-30540330511604280432012-12-21T12:57:00.004-06:002012-12-21T13:05:10.448-06:00Moses in the Bulrushes<span style="font-family: Arial;"><strong>Scripture Reference:</strong> <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Exodus%201:1-2:11&version=NIV1984" target="_blank">Exodus 1:1-2:11</a></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">A skit about Moses and God's Provision.</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><b></b>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b><div style="text-align: left;">
<a href="http://hoocher.com/Paul_Delaroche/Moses_in_the_Bull_Rushes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. – Deuteronomy 6:5" border="0" height="200" src="http://hoocher.com/Paul_Delaroche/Moses_in_the_Bull_Rushes.jpg" title="" width="121" /></a></div>
Cast:</b>GRANNY GRACE – a sweet old storyteller who doesn't always get the facts straight<br />
MR. JUSTIN – the teacher who sets her straight<br />
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(<i>MR. JUSTIN is on stage alone talking to the kids.</i>)<br />
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MR. JUSTIN: Granny Grace is going to be here today. You know she's as old as Moses' toes and twice as corny.<br />
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GRANNY: (<i>enters</i>) Good morning, dears.<br />
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MR. JUSTIN: Oh! Good morning, Granny. Do you have a story for us today?<br />
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GRANNY: Oh, yes. It’s a lovely story about the little baby Moses.<br />
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MR. JUSTIN: Did you know Moses?<br />
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GRANNY: Oh my, young man, Moses was born about 3400 years ago. How old do you think I am?<br />
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MR. JUSTIN: Oh, well… I, um… It was… It was Sophie. Yeah, that's it. It was Sophie who said you're old as Moses' toes.<br />
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GRANNY: Sophie! I can’t believe it. Such a nice, quiet young lady being so disrespectful to her elder. (<i>If Sophie or the other kids react, engage them but don't take too long.</i>)<br />
(<i>to Sophie or Justin</i>) Well, 40 lashes with a wet noodle for you.<br />
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MR. JUSTIN: Anyway, you were going to tell us a story about baby Moses.<br />
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GRANNY: Oh yes, dear. As you remember, Joseph brought his whole family to Egypt during the famine. Well, eventually Joseph died when he was 110. Many years passed, and a Pharaoh who didn't know Joseph reigned over Egypt. He was very worried that there were so many Israelites, so he made them slaves and made them do hard labor. But the king was still afraid, so he ordered the Egyptian midwives to kill all of the baby boys. They didn't do it. They told Pharaoh that the Hebrew women were strong and gave birth before the could get there. God blessed them for not killing the baby boys.<br />
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MR. JUSTIN: That was very nice of them.<br />
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GRANNY: Oh yes, dear. Very nice. But Pharaoh wasn't done. He ordered every baby boy to be thrown in the river and drowned.<br />
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MR. JUSTIN: That Pharaoh was one bad dude.<br />
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GRANNY: He was a very bad dude, indeed. Well, about this time little baby Moses was born. He was so adorable and cuddly that his mama hid him. After three months, he was just too noisy and couldn’t be hidden any longer. So his mama took him down to the river and suddenly a bull rushed them.<br />
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MR. JUSTIN: What?!? That doesn't sound right.<br />
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GRANNY: It's right there in the Bible, dear. It says there was an "ark of bulrushes." You know how a group of lions is called a pride, and a group of geese is a gaggle? Well, apparently a group of rushes from a bull is called an ark.<br />
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MR. JUSTIN: I don’t think…<br />
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GRANNY: I'm sure little baby Moses must have been terrified. I mean, to suddenly have a big old, mean bull rushing at you like that? I can just picture it: The bull saying, (<i>snort, snort</i>). And little baby Moses saying, "Waa! Waa!" It must have been horrifying.<br />
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MR. JUSTIN: Granny!<br />
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GRANNY: Yes, dear?<br />
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MR. JUSTIN: An ark is not a bunch of rushes by a bull.<br />
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GRANNY: It's not?<br />
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MR. JUSTIN: No, it's a chest or a basket.<br />
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GRANNY: Really? How did they get a bull in a basket?<br />
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MR. JUSTIN: There was no bull. The ark was made of bulrushes. Bulrushes are reeds or papyrus. Moses' mom coated it with tar and pitch to make it waterproof.<br />
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GRANNY: Well, wasn't that clever.<br />
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MR. JUSTIN: Yes, it was. Then Moses' mom sent him down the river, and his life was saved.<br />
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GRANNY: Well, that makes for a much nicer story.<br />
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MR. JUSTIN: Much nicer.<br />
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GRANNY: Well, I'm glad I could help. I'd better be going now. Remember, children, don't tweet just for the sake of tweeting and read your Bibles every day. Bye, dears. (<i>exits</i>)</span><br />
<br />ChildsPlayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05207706323200724033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991002879914271995.post-62176253518538951412012-12-17T06:22:00.000-06:002012-12-17T06:22:38.301-06:00Jacob Wrestles with God<b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Scripture Reference: </span></b><span style="font-family: Arial;"><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis%2032:22-32&version=NIV1984" target="_blank">Genesis 32:22-32</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.biblevisuals.org/images/look_inside_bvi/visualized_bible/OT/OT03_illustrations/OT03_P14_illustrations.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives. – Genesis 50:20" border="0" height="200" src="http://www.biblevisuals.org/images/look_inside_bvi/visualized_bible/OT/OT03_illustrations/OT03_P14_illustrations.jpg" title="" width="150" /></a></div>
A lesson in struggle and blessing.<br />
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<b>Cast:</b>MR. JEFF – the larger, stronger storyteller<br />
ABIGAIL – the tenacious albeit smaller student<br />
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(<i>While reading the story below, MR. JEFF and ABIGAIL will be arm wrestling to illustrate God and Jacob wrestling.</i>)<br />
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During the night Jacob rose and crossed the Jabbok River at the crossing, taking with him his two wives, his two slave girls, and his eleven sons. He sent his family and everything he had across the river. So Jacob was alone, and a man came and wrestled with him until the sun came up. When the man saw he could not defeat Jacob, he struck Jacob's hip and put it out of joint. (<i>MR. JEFF touches ABIGAIL's hip [or shoulder], and her arm drops. But she does not let go!</i>) Then he said to Jacob, "Let me go. The sun is coming up."<br />
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But Jacob said, "I will let you go if you will bless me."<br />
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The man said to him, "What is your name?"<br />
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And he answered, "Jacob."<br />
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Then the man said, "Your name will no longer be Jacob. Your name will now be Israel, because you have wrestled with God and with people, and you have won."<br />
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Then Jacob asked him, "Please tell me your name."<br />
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But the man said, "Why do you ask my name?" Then he blessed Jacob there. (<i>ABIGAIL releases MR. JEFF.</i>)<br />
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So Jacob named that place Peniel, saying, "I have seen God face to face, but my life was saved." Then the sun rose as he was leaving that place, and Jacob was limping because of his leg. So even today the people of Israel do not eat the muscle that is on the hip joint of animals, because Jacob was touched there.</span>ChildsPlayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05207706323200724033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991002879914271995.post-75483171992188465472012-12-03T10:06:00.003-06:002012-12-03T10:08:51.374-06:00Great with Humility<b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Scripture Reference: </span></b><span style="font-family: Arial;"><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis%2011:1-9&version=NIV1984" target="_blank">Genesis 11:1-9</a><br />
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A lesson in humility.<br />
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<b>Cast:</b></span><br />
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<a href="http://www.holein1.co.nz/upload_images/chicken_takes_up_golf__6935.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. – Genesis 1:1" border="0" height="149" src="http://www.holein1.co.nz/upload_images/chicken_takes_up_golf__6935.jpg" title="" width="200" /></a></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial;">DILLY – a southern fried chicken who doesn’t always get things straight<br />
MISS REBECCA – the teacher who sets him straight<br />
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<b>Props:</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">none<br />
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(<i>MISS REBECCA is on stage.</i>)<br />
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<i></i>DILLY: How y'all doin', Miss Rebecca?</span><br />
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MISS REBECCA: Very well. How are you doing?<br />
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DILLY: I'm finer than frog hair.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: I hear you won a golf tournament.<br />
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DILLY: I'm so happy you brought that up, cher, because one should not brag on oneself. But please feel free to brag on me in my stead.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Are you a good golfer?<br />
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DILLY: I'm fair to middlin'. I play to <i>scratch</i>.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Really?<br />
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DILLY: No, of course not. I'm a wondrous golfer. I am undoubtedly the best chicken golfer in the country. (<i>pause</i>) The world. (<i>pause</i>) The universe. (<i>pause</i>) Ever. (<i>pause</i>) Forever and ever. But one should not brag on oneself.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Are you really that good?!?<br />
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DILLY: Have you herd of Nancy Lopez and Babe Didrikson Zaharias?<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Yes, they're a couple of the best women golfers ever.<br />
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DILLY: I could beat 'em both with one wing tied behind my back. I won't even bring up those chumps Arnold Palmer or Jack Nicklaus, because one should not brag on oneself.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: You know, Dilly, for some who doesn't like to brag, you sure aren't very humble.<br />
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DILLY: What in the name of Col. Sanders are you talking about? I'm as humble as a toothless bumble.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: When you keep bragging about how great you are at golf, you're showing a lack of humility.<br />
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DILLY: I am great with humility.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Dilly! You're even bragging about how humble you are.<br />
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DILLY: I'm just too humble to lie.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Do you even listen to yourself?<br />
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DILLY: I try, but sometimes my mind wanders.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: You keep saying you don't like to brag on yourself, but you keep bragging on yourself about how great you are. And it’s not humble to boast about how humble you are.<br />
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DILLY: Well, paint me green and call me a pickle. I see what you mean. I've been prouder than a prize tomato. (<i>getting more agitated</i>) Oh my! My speech for the golf tournament banquet. I must go directly and change it, or I will look as foolish as a man chasing a hat. (<i>exits quickly</i>)<br />
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MISS REBECCA: (<i>stares at stage surprised at Dilly’s sudden departure</i>)<br />
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DILLY: (<i>reappears</i>) I almost forgot – bye, y’all! (<i>exits</i>)
</span>ChildsPlayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05207706323200724033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991002879914271995.post-42873531152815762112012-07-09T14:14:00.001-05:002012-07-09T14:16:18.516-05:00The Friend at Midnight<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><strong>Scripture Reference</strong>: <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%2011:5-13&version=NIV1984" target="_blank">Luke 11:5-13</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The lesson about the persistence in prayer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><strong>Cast</strong>:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">FRIEND – a persistent friend with no sense of time</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">NEIGHBOR – the neighbor who is just trying to get some shut eye</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><strong>Props</strong>:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Pots, pans, and/or anything else to make lots of noise.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Frozen pizza box</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">FRIEND: HEY! ARE YOU AWAKE?!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">NEIGHBOR: (<em>crashing sounds</em>) What?!?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">FRIEND: I SAID, “ARE YOU AWAKE?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">NEIGHBOR: Well, I am now. What time is it?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">FRIEND: MIDNIGHT.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">NEIGHBOR: Please keep it down. Everyone is asleep.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">FRIEND: (<em>stage whisper</em>) Sorry.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">NEIGHBOR: What on earth to you want?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">FRIEND: I just picked my friend up at the airport, and all they fed him on the plane was a little bag of pretzels. He's starving, and all I have in my fridge is a bottle of flat Coke and half a loaf of moldy bread.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">NEIGHBOR: Why are you telling me all of this?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">FRIEND: Well, I was wondering if you might have a frozen pizza you could spare?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">NEIGHBOR: A FROZEN PIZZA! Shhhh! What do I look like? A fast food place?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">FRIEND: Well, no, but he’s really hungry.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">NEIGHBOR: Look, it’s the middle of the night, the house is locked up, and the kids are finally asleep – which is no easy task. I am not going to go traipsing through the house TO GET YOU A PIZZA! Shhhh! Come back in the morning.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">FRIEND: But he’s hungry now. C’mon, be a pal. All I’m asking for is one lousy little pizza. I’d even take one with pineapple on it – but no anchovies. Hairy fish on pizza is gross. Yuck! C’mon, buddy.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">NEIGHBOR: I am not your pal. I am not your buddy. I am not your friend! I CAN’T EVEN HEAR YOU! (<em>Putting fingers in ears</em>) LA-LA-LA-LA. Shhhh!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">FRIEND: Just walk down to the kitchen, pull a pizza out of the freezer, and toss it out the window, then you can go back to bed. No biggie.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">NEIGHBOR: Have you no shame? You just won’t give up. Will you? Fine, let me get your pizza. (<em>Disappear from the window. Start crashing and shushing. Without coming back to the window, toss the pizza box out of the window. Then start crashing and shushing again.</em>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">FRIEND: THANKS! Oops! Shhhh! (<em>stage whisper</em>) Thanks. (<em>Looking at box</em>) Anchovies?! Some people just don’t think about other people’s feelings.</span>ChildsPlayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05207706323200724033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991002879914271995.post-37518772609573549042012-07-09T14:03:00.003-05:002012-07-09T14:10:39.219-05:00The Good Samaritan<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><strong>Scripture Reference</strong>: </span><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%2010:30-37&version=NIV1984" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Luke 10:30-37</span></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">(<em>The VICTIM stumbles into room bandaged and moaning. This can be done while a teacher or other person is talking, interrupting the class.</em>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">VICTIM: Oh, it hurts so much. I was on my way here this morning, when I was jumped by these big kids. These bullies stole my offering and beat the tar out of me. (<em>waving off assistance</em>) I’ll be fine. It only hurts when I laugh. Ha ha – oh! (<em>miming hits and kicks</em>) They hit me and kicked me and spit on me and called me names. I thought I was going to die. Then they just left me there by the road.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I don’t know how long I had been lying there when I saw Biff. Biff is the minister's son. He's always busy doing something around church. I called out to him to help me. He said he was really busy, and maybe he could help me on his way back. But there may not be any me by the time he gets back!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">A few minutes later I saw Holly. She's in the choir and has the most beautiful singing voice. I was in the Christmas play with her last year. She's so nice. She once said 'hi' to me. I just knew she would help me. I called out to her, but she got this look of disgust on her face. I know I was all bloody and bruised – but how rude! When I asked her for help, she looked at me like I'd asked her to eat kitty litter. She said something about her new dress and her nails, then she just crossed over to the other side of the street.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">What was I going to do? I was feeling weak. I think I even saw part of my life flash before my eyes, and I didn’t like the ending. I kept thinking, “Don’t go into the light.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I lay there for what felt like hours when I saw Lewis. Not Lewis! He is the biggest nerd in the school. No one likes Lewis. He is SO strange! He goes to some weirdo church. He always wears dress pants, and they don’t even come down to his ankles. And he carries this Star Wars lunch box (rolls eyes). Everyone is always so mean to him. I’ve never said anything mean to him – in fact, I usually try to avoid eye contact with him – but I have laughed when others have made fun of him. I didn’t even bother to call out to him. Everyone is always so mean to him, why would he be nice to anyone else. When he saw me, he ran right over – man, he even runs like a dork – and got down on one knee and asked how I was. Boy, do I feel bad now. I told him what happened. He opened his Star Wars lunch box and gave me a drink from his R2D2 Thermos. He used the water from the Thermos and his handkerchief to clean my wounds. He had some Band-Aids in his lunch box and put them on me. He said he had to be somewhere but that the school nurse lived right around the corner. He took me there, so she could finish bandaging me up and make sure I was okay. He said he would be back later to check on me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">He was so nice to me. Why?!? I’ve never been nice to him. I’ve never even spoken to him. He has every reason in the world to be mad at everyone in school and could have – and maybe should have – just left me there like Biff and Holly did, but he didn’t.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Anyway, I think I want to catch up to Lewis. I think I can learn a lot from Lewis about what it means to be a good neighbor.</span>ChildsPlayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05207706323200724033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991002879914271995.post-39338828953963877752012-07-02T15:15:00.001-05:002012-07-02T15:19:15.342-05:00Mirror, Mirror<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><strong>Scripture Reference</strong>: <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=James%201:22-25&version=NIV1984" target="_blank">James 1:22-25</a></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">(<em>The stage is empty except for the mirror when CHARLIE enters and starts walking n the direction of the mirror. He is messy and disheveled; maybe a sock or sucker stuck to his back.</em>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">CHARLIE: (<em>singing</em>) I've got the joy, joy, joy down in my heart / Where? / Down in my heart / Where? / Down in my heart / I got the… (<em>catches sight of himself in the mirror</em>) Oh, goodness. I'm a mess. I can't believe I left the house like this. I've got to back home and get cleaned up. (<em>leaves the stage</em>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">(<em>The stage is empty except for the mirror when GEORGE enters and starts walking n the direction of the mirror. He is messy and disheveled; maybe a sock or sucker stuck to his back.</em>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">GEORGE: (<em>singing</em>) Hey, hey, good lookin' / Whatcha got cookin'? / How's about cookin' somethin' up with me? / Hey, sweet baby… (<em>catches sight of himself in the mirror</em>) Oh, my. I'm messier than a monkey's birthday. I need to go comb my hair. (<em>he starts to leave then pauses</em>) Now, where was I going? (<em>thinks for a minute</em>) Oh, yeah. (<em>turns around and starts singing again</em>) Hey, hey, good lookin' / Whatcha got cookin'?… (<em>sees himself in the mirror again</em>) Oh, dear. Look at me. I'm messier than a soup sandwich. I need to go comb my hair. (<em>he starts to leave then pauses</em>) Now, where was I going? (<em>thinks for a minute</em>) Oh, yeah. (<em>turns around and starts singing again</em>) Hey, hey, good lookin' / Whatcha got cookin'?… (<em>sees himself in the mirror again</em>) Oh, lands. I'm messier than a molting Wookie. I need to go comb my hair. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">GEORGE: (<em>he starts to leave then pauses</em>) Now, where was I going? (<em>thinks for a minute</em>) Oh, yeah. (<em>turns around and starts singing again</em>) Hey, hey, good lookin' / Whatcha got cookin'?… (<em>sees himself in the mirror again</em>) Oh, my stars. I'm messier than a teenager's bedroom. I need to comb my hair. (<em>he starts to leave then pauses</em>) Now, where was I going? (<em>thinks for a minute</em>) Oh, yeah. (<em>turns around and starts singing again</em>) Hey, hey, good lookin' / Whatcha got cookin'?… (<em>sees himself in the mirror again</em>) Oh, my word. I'm messier than a pig eating a sloppy Joe. I need to comb my hair. (<em>he starts to leave then pauses</em>) Now, where was I going?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">GEORGE: I was just trying to remember. I think I was going to… going to… going to… sing! Hey, hey, good lookin'… </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">CHARLIE: What about the mirror? I thought you were going to comb your hair.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">GEORGE: Why what's wrong with my hair? What mirror?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">GEORGE: (<em>at the mirror</em>) Oh, my goodness. I'm messier than a birds nest. I need to comb my hair.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">CHARLIE: (<em>leading GEORGE offstage</em>) Let's get you cleaned up, and I'll explain everything.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">NARRATOR: James 1:22-25 – Do not merely listen to the Word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says. Anyone who listens to the Word but does not do what it says is like a man who looks at his face in a mirror and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like. But the man who looks intently into the perfect Law that gives freedom, and continues to do this, not forgetting what he has heard, but doing it — he will be blessed in what he does. (NIV)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><strong>Scripture Reference</strong>: <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%207:7-12&version=NIV1984" target="_blank">Matthew 7:7-12</a><br /><br />A lesson about good things from God.<br /><br /><strong>Cast</strong>:<br />D.B. – a good albeit not very bright bunny<br />MISS REBECCA – the teacher who sets him straight<br /><br /><strong>Props</strong>:<br /> none<br /><br />(<em>MISS REBECCA starts on stage.</em>)<br /><br />D.B.: Good morning, Miss Rebecca. <br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Hi, D.B. I hear someone is going to have a birthday. <br /><br />D.B.: Oh, really? Who? Who is going to have a birthday? I love birthdays. Who is it? Who? Who? Who? <br /><br />MISS REBECCA: You are, silly. <br /><br />D.B.: Oh, that is right. I am going to have a birthday. I am so excited! <br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Do you want anything special for your birthday? <br /><br />D.B.: I was going to ask my dad for a Lego Bionic Bunny video game, but I decided not to. <br /><br />MISS REBECCA: That sounds like fun. Why didn't you ask him? <br /><br />D.B.: Because I was afraid he'd give me a tarantula instead. <br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Why would he… <br /><br />D.B.: I do not like tarantulas. <br /><br />MISS REBECCA: I don't blame you, but… <br /><br />D.B.: They are creepy. <br /><br />MISS REBECCA: That's a matter of opinion. <br /><br />D.B.: They are big, hairy spiders. <br /><br />MISS REBECCA: D.B. <br /><br />D.B.: Ew! <br /><br />MISS REBECCA: D.B., why would your dad give you a tarantula instead of a video game? <br /><br />D.B.: I do not know, but he might. <br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Does your dad love you? <br /><br />D.B.: (<em>insulted</em>) Of course he loves me. <br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Then why would he give you something bad when you asked for something good? <br /><br />D.B.: I had not thought of that. <br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Loving parents don't give their kids bad things. <br /><br />D.B.: Then why do they make me eat Brussels sprouts? <br /><br />MISS REBECCA: That's different. Brussels sprouts are good for you. Are tarantulas good for you? <br /><br />D.B.: Oh, no. They can bite. <br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Then your parents won't give you a tarantula. <br /><br />D.B.: But what if I wanted one? <br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Do you want one? <br /><br />D.B.: No. <br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Then it doesn’t matter. Are you going to ask your dad for the Bionic Bunny game now? <br /><br />D.B.: Oh, yes. I feel much better about it now. <br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Good. Happy birthday, D.B. <br /><br />D.B.: Thanks, Miss Rebecca. <br /><br />MISS REBECCA: You're welcome, D.B. <br /><br />D.B.: Bye, Miss Rebecca. <br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Bye, D.B.</span>ChildsPlayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05207706323200724033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991002879914271995.post-36520981210860794352012-05-15T06:44:00.001-05:002012-05-15T06:54:05.109-05:00But I Don't Look Good in Lilies<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><strong>Scripture Reference</strong>: <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%206:19-34&version=NIV1984" target="_blank">Matthew 6:19-34</a></span></span><br />
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<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">DILLY: (enters) Oh my lands! Whatever will I do?</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: Hey, Dilly. What's wrong?</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">DILLY: Hi, Mr. Matt. I'm gong to a party at Flora's.</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: That sounds like a good thing.</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">DILLY: Oh, it is. All the right hens will be there. No riffraff or hoi polloi. It'll be better than sweet tea on a summer day in Texas.</span><br />
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<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">DILLY: I don't know what to wear. I want to have just the right look. I don't want to look to highfalutin, but I also don't want to look like I'm wearing something that came off the scarecrow.</span><br />
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<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">DILLY: (laughs)</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: What's so funny?</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">DILLY: Cause you're a man. You don't know haute couture from a hot dog.</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: Dilly! I'm offended.</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">DILLY: But do you deny it?</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: No, but I'm still offended. What about Mr. Jeff?</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">DILLY: You must be pulling my leg. He's the one who picked out those tacky bowling shirts you wear.</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: I like these shirts.</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">DILLY: And my point is proven. (<em>returns to panic mode</em>) Oh, whatever will I do? All is lost, lost, lost! I'll never find the right outfit. I'll be an outcast, a social pariah, all for want of the right outfit. I think it would take a miracle from God right now.</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: (<em>having an idea</em>) How about a Bible verse?</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">DILLY: What in the name of Gucci are you talking about?</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: Today's Bible verse Matthew 6 says, "And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?"</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">DILLY: Well, that makes about as much sense as two bald men fighting over a comb.</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: How so?</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">DILLY: I'm just not going to wear grass. Do I look like some sort of hoochie-coochie hula girl?</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: No, but that's not…</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">DILLY: And lilies?!? Flower prints are so last season, and you want me to wear actual flowers?</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: Dilly! That's not what it means. Jesus was saying not to worry about what you are going to wear or eat or drink, because God will take care of you. In other words, stop worrying.</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">DILLY: (<em>sarcastically</em>) Stop worrying. Just like that. You make sound as easy as selling umbrellas in a rainstorm.</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: It's not necessarily easy, but do you trust God?</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">DILLY: Does a one-legged duck swim in circles?</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: And the more you trust God, the less you'll worry, because you'll know God is in charge.</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">DILLY: Don't that just take the rag off the bush. I reckon I do fret a bit much. I also reckon it would show a </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">decided lack of trust in God if I get my beak all bent out of shape and scurry out of here.</span></span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: I reckon.</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">DILLY: Then I'll just say bye, y’all! (<em>exits</em>)</span><br />
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: Bye, Dilly.</span>ChildsPlayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05207706323200724033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991002879914271995.post-33166433459293296202012-05-07T11:18:00.000-05:002012-05-07T11:19:21.758-05:00A Pie for a Pie<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><strong>Scripture Reference</strong>: <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%205:38-48&version=NIV1984" target="_blank">Matthew 5:38-48</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">A lesson about loving your enemies.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><strong>Cast</strong>:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE – an excitable little monster</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: (<em>enters & makes sound like he is going to hock up a big one</em>) Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkk…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: Ozzie?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: (<em>sternly</em>) Ozzie!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: (<em>louder</em>) Kkkkkkkkk…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: What are you doing?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: Cut it out!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: (<em>softly</em>) Kkkk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: Stop.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: K</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: Ah!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: Fine! I'll stop.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: What were you doing?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: Trying to spit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: Why are you trying to spit?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: Because I'm so mad.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: If you're mad enough to spit, you're not supposed to actually spit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: (<em>looking behind the stage</em>) Now you tell me. (<em>looking back up</em>) I have already spit so much that I've gone dry.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: Who made you so mad?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: Alfonso Pasquale.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: The school bully.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: Yep.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: Is he picking on you again?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: Yep.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: What did he do that made you so mad?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: He hit me with a pie.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: A pie?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: A cream pie right in the puss.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: That's terrible.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: Then he kicked me with his big old boot.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: His boot?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: His boot right in my bootie.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: What did you do?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: Nothing yet, but I plan on getting even. As soon as I can buy a pie and a big pair of boots, I'll get him back.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: I don't think that's a good choice.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: You have heard that it was said, "A pie for a pie and a boot for a boot."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: I don't think that's quite right. Regardless, you need to be nice.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: But I hate that despicable bully.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: Ozzie!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: What?!?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: Is that what the Bible says you're supposed to do?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: Yes. Well, probably. OK, maybe. No.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: Right. Jesus said, "Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: But he's such a meanie.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: I understand. It's easy to love nice people, but Jesus calls us to do something harder: Love people who are mean to us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: But I really want to throw a pie in his face.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: Then you'd be no different that the bully. If someone who knows you're a Christian sees you do that, what are they going to think about Christians?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: Yeah, but I have some really swell boots I want to buy. They're huge and would really…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: Ozzie!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. I'll forget about getting even and start praying for Alfonso Pasquale.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: That's much better.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">OZZIE: And I'll start by praying he gets hit by a pie and kicked with a boot. (<em>exits quickly</em>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MATT: Ozzie!</span>ChildsPlayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05207706323200724033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991002879914271995.post-62952645883175560982012-04-30T07:34:00.001-05:002012-04-30T07:36:52.688-05:00Salt of the Earth<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">(<em>MR. MIKE starts on stage.</em>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MIKE: This morning we are going to start a five-week study of Jesus' Sermon on the Mount in Matthew 5-7. This morning we are going to learn about…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">D.B.: Hi, Mr. Mike. Whatcha doin'?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MIKE: Hi, D.B. I was just about to read our verse for today.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">D.B.: Oh, goody. I love to hear Bible verses. What is it?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MIKE: Matthew 5:13 says, " You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled underfoot."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">D.B.: I like that verse.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MIKE: It's a good verse. Do you know what it means?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">D.B.: Yes, I do, and I even have the perfect Bible story to go with it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MIKE: You do?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">D.B.: Oh, yes. I have been reading the book of Genesis.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MIKE: That's great, D.B. What story is it? Noah? Abraham?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">D.B.: Sodom & Gomorrah.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MIKE: That doesn't sound like…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">D.B.: Trust me. There is a connection.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MIKE: (<em>warily</em>) OK. Go ahead.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">D.B.: God destroyed Sodom & Gomorrah, because they were so evil. But God spared Lot and his family. God warned them not to look back, but Lot's wife did look back and…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">TOGETHER: …turned into a pillar of salt.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">D.B.: Yeah.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MIKE: That’s not the kind of salt…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">D.B.: Do you think Lot kept his wife in a salt shaker on the mantle?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MIKE: I don't know, but that's not…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">D.B.: That is very possible. My mom was driving one time, and she looked back and turned into a telephone pole.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MIKE: No, I mean the verse from Matthew doesn’t mean we have to turn into salt.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">D.B.: Well, that is a good thing. I would be in a real PINCH if were SALT. Get it? Pinch. Salt. It is a little joke.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MIKE: Jokes that little should still be in the nursery.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">D.B.: I just got told by Mr. Mike.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MIKE: What Jesus meant was that just like salty food makes us thirsty for water, we are to be salty to make others thirsty for Living Water, which is Jesus. Do you understand?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">D.B.: Oh, I get it now. And I am not even in-SALT-ed that you thought I might not get it. Did you hear what I did? In-SALT-ed. I made another funny.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MIKE: You better stop, or I will a-SALT you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">D.B.: MR. MIKE made a funny, too. Good one, Mr. Mike.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MIKE: Thank you, D.B.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">D.B.: You are welcome, Mr. Mike.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">MR. MIKE: Bye, D.B.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">D.B.: Bye, Mr. Mike. (<em>exits</em>)</span>ChildsPlayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05207706323200724033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991002879914271995.post-3717517387917855612012-04-23T07:30:00.003-05:002012-04-23T07:33:49.415-05:00Trinity Trip Up<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Scripture Reference</strong>: </span><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%203:13-17,%20Luke%203:21-22&version=NIV1984" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Matthew 3:13-17, Luke 3:21-22</span></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A lesson on the Trinity.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Cast:</strong><br />GRANNY GRACE – a sweet old storyteller who doesn't always get the facts straight<br />MR. MIKE – the teacher who sets him straight<br /><br /><strong>Props</strong>:<br />none<br /><br />(<em>MR. MIKE starts on stage.</em>)<br /><br />GRANNY: Good morning, dears.<br /><br />MR. MIKE: Good morning, Granny.<br /><br />GRANNY: What are you folks doing this morning?<br /><br />MR. MIKE: Well, I was just about to tell the kids what we're going to be studying today.<br /><br />GRANNY: It would mean the world to me if you'd let me do that – if it's no imposition.<br /><br />MR. MIKE: If it means that much to you, please go ahead.<br /><br />GRANNY: Thank you, dearie. (<em>turns</em> <em>to kids, stares for a moment with mouth open as if about to speak, then turns to MR. MIKE</em>) What are we studying today?<br /><br />MR. MIKE: If you don't know, why'd you ask to tell them?<br /><br />GRANNY: Because it is such a delight imparting knowledge to these bright young minds.<br /><br />MR. MIKE: I understand.<br /><br />GRANNY: Or at least most of them.<br /><br />MR. MIKE: Granny!<br /><br />GRANNY: I'm just saying…<br /><br />MR. MIKE: Well, we are going to be studying the Trinity today.<br /><br />GRANNY: Boys and girls. Boys and girls. Please pay attention. I have something very important to tell you. Today we will be studying the Trinity.<br /><br />MR. MIKE: Very nice.<br /><br />GRANNY: The Trinity is a 710-mile long river located in northeast Texas.<br /><br />MR. MIKE: Wait…<br /><br />GRANNY: It was discovered by the French explorer La Salle in 1687 and named "the Most Holy Trinity" in 1690 by Alonso De León.<br /><br />MR. MIKE: That's not the right…<br /><br />GRANNY: The Trinity has five branches: the West Fork, the Clear Fork, the North Wedge, the Elm Fork, and the East Fork.<br /><br />MR. MIKE: I didn't mean the river…<br /><br />GRANNY: It had become so polluted by the 70's that it was the subject of many jokes, including a song by the Folkel Minority.<br /><br />MR. MIKE: Granny!<br /><br />GRANNY: ♫♪ <em>Roll mighty river/Roll on Trinity/Through the Texas blacklands/It oozes toward the sea./Roll on Muddy Buddy/Captain, ring your bell/We'll be to the Gulf by tomorrow night/If we can stand the smell.</em> ♪♫<br /><br />MR. MIKE: Granny!!<br /><br />GRANNY: (<em>unphased</em>) Yes, dear?<br /><br />MR. MIKE: We're not studying the Trinity River. We are studying the doctrine of the Trinity.<br /><br />GRANNY: Well, that's completely different. The Trinity River is quite important but not compared studying the nature of God.<br /><br />MR. MIKE: I can't argue with that.<br /><br />GRANNY: Well, then I guess my work here is done.<br /><br />MR. MIKE: Thank you for visiting with us today, Granny.<br /><br />GRANNY: My pleasure. And remember, children: Don't cut your own bangs and read your Bible every day. Bye, dears. (<em>exits</em>)</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">:</span>ChildsPlayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05207706323200724033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991002879914271995.post-78136906511710370942012-04-16T07:46:00.001-05:002013-06-11T13:39:32.535-05:00Just Down the Romans Road<strong>Scripture Reference</strong>: <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans,%20Ephesians%202:8&version=NIV1984" target="_blank">Romans, Ephesians 2:8</a><br />
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A lesson on what it takes to be saved.<br />
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<strong>Cast</strong>:<br />
DILLY – a southern fried chicken who doesn’t always get things straight<br />
MISS REBECCA – the teacher who sets him straight<br />
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<strong>Props</strong>:<br />
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(<em>MISS REBECCA starts on stage.</em>)<br />
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DILLY: How y’all doin’, Miss Rebecca?<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Very well. How are you, Dilly?<br />
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DILLY: I’m finer than frog hair.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: It’s been a while. I remember you were having some problems with that bantam rooster. How are things going with him these days?<br />
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DILLY: I would prefer that you not speak about that scoundrel.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Why? What happened?<br />
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DILLY: I have been trying to witness to his sad self, but he could try the patience of an oyster.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: What’s the problem?<br />
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DILLY: He says he’s already saved.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Maybe he is.<br />
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DILLY: He’s meaner than a skilletful of rattlesnakes. There’s no way he could be saved.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Being mean doesn’t really prove anything one way or the other. Does he admit he’s a sinner.<br />
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DILLY: I don’t see how he couldn’t. He’s as sinful as a pan o’ chocolate.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Is that a yes?<br />
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DILLY: Yes, bless his heart.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Does he believe Jesus died for his sins?<br />
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DILLY: I reckon he does.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Has he prayed for salvation?<br />
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DILLY: He says he has, but he thinks all his geese are swans.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: I say that I have to agree with him that he’s already saved.<br />
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DILLY: He’s about as Christian as peanut butter.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: How can you say that?<br />
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DILLY: He’s never been to a tent revival.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: That’s not really a requirement.<br />
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DILLY: He doesn’t serve on any church committees.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: We encourage everyone to be active, but it’s not a condition of salvation.<br />
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DILLY: He doesn’t know all of the words to Amazing Grace.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: That’s OK.<br />
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DILLY: And… (<em>dramatically</em>) he brought ice cream to the last potluck.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: I like ice cream. What’s wrong with that?<br />
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DILLY: Everyone knows you have to bring a covered dish.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: I don’t think that’s true.<br />
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DILLY: I think it says that somewhere in the Bible. Maybe in one of the little books near the back.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Dilly, all you need to do to be saved is have faith in Jesus.<br />
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DILLY: Pull the other one; it’s got bells.<br />
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MISS REBECCA: Ephesians 2:8 says, “For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God.”<br />
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DILLY: Well, shut the barn door, Newt, she’s headin’ for the rhubarb! (<em>excitedly</em>) I must make amends directly, or I will be making another grievous mistake. Like they say, “Two wrongs don't make a right, but six left turns will get you around the block and back in the driveway again.” I’ve got to go find him now. (<em>exits quickly</em>)<br />
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MISS REBECCA: (<em>stares at stage surprised at Dilly’s sudden departure</em>)<br />
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DILLY: (<em>reappears</em>) I almost forgot – bye, y’all! (<em>exits</em>)ChildsPlayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05207706323200724033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991002879914271995.post-55220838120718606632012-02-06T06:53:00.005-06:002012-02-06T07:11:04.537-06:00The Sword of the Spirit<span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Scripture Reference</strong>: <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ephesians%206:10-20&version=NIV1984">Ephesians 6:10-20<br /></a><br />A lesson on the Armor of God.<br /><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. - Ephesians 6:17" src="http://www.mercydrops.com/virtual/armorofgod/sword%20of%20spirit.gif" /><br /><strong>Cast</strong>:<br />OZZIE – an excitable little monster<br />MR. MATT – the teacher who sets him straight<br /><br /><strong>Props</strong>:<br />none<br /><br />(<em>MR. MATT starts on stage. OZZIE enters distracted & upset, mumbling to himself.</em>)<br /><br />MR. MATT: What’s the matter, Ozzie?<br /><br />OZZIE: Oh. Hi, Mr. Matt. This is the worst day ever.<br /><br />MR. MATT: That’s pretty bad. What happened?<br /><br />OZZIE: As you may have heard, I’m trying to be a superhero.<br /><br />MR. MATT: I heard about that.<br /><br />OZZIE: Well, I’m trying to put on the full armor of God. Every week, I’ve come out here to show off some new piece of my armor. Each piece has been specially crafted and is quite creative and stylish, if I do say so myself.<br /><br />MR. MATT: I’m sure it is, but so far, I don’t hear a problem.<br /><br />OZZIE: The problem is that Mr. Mike and Miss Rebecca poopooed by armor.<br /><br />MR. MATT: That doesn’t sound like them.<br /><br />OZZIE: Well, they did. Mr. Mike said poo, and Miss Rebecca said poo. And that makes a poopoo. They said the armor was a metaphor or a symbol or some such silly thing.<br /><br />MR. MATT: Oh, I see.<br /><br />OZZIE: And that I don’t need to wear all my nifty armor. So now I’m a superhero without a name or a costume, and my friends won’t say ooh and aah, cause they don’t even know I’m supposed to be a superhero.<br /><br />MR. MATT: But God’s armor is much better, because it helps you defend against evil and fight for God.<br /><br />OZZIE: But it’s not as shiny as real armor.<br /><br />MR. MATT: It’s not as shiny.<br /><br />OZZIE: Then I’m finally ready to get the last piece of armor: (<em>dramatically</em>) THE SWORD OF THE SPIRIT!<br /><br />MR. MATT: The sword of the Spirit?<br /><br />OZZIE: Not the sword of the Spirit. (<em>dramatically</em>) THE SWORD OF THE SPIRIT!<br /><br />MR. MATT: (<em>dramatically</em>) THE SWORD OF THE SPIRIT!<br /><br />OZZIE: Yeah. Don’t worry, Mr. Mike had the same problem. Anyway, I got my (dramatically) SWORD OF THE SPIRIT, and my mom makes me leave it at home. She says it’s too dangerous.<br /><br />MR. MATT: You had a real sword?<br /><br />OZZIE: Yeah.<br /><br />MR. MATT: Really?<br /><br />OZZIE: Well, it was a pointy stick, but it looked a lot like a real sword.<br /><br />MR. MATT: I hate to tell you this, but you don’t need a real sword. Paul was just using…<br /><br />OZZIE: Don’t say it!<br /><br />MR. MATT: …a metaphor.<br /><br />OZZIE: Oh, no! Not you too. Mr. Matt.<br /><br />MR. MATT: Sorry, Ozzie, but I gotta call ‘em like I see ‘em.<br /><br />OZZIE: But I thought you were so cool.<br /><br />MR. MATT: I’m sorry if you don’t’ think I’m cool any more, but the sword of the spirit…<br /><br />OZZIE: (<em>clears throat</em>)<br /><br />MR. MATT: Sorry. (<em>dramatically</em>) THE SWORD OF THE SPIRIT is the Word of God. It’s the Bible.<br /><br />OZZIE: So wait. In this case, (<em>dramatically</em>) THE SWORD OF THE SPIRIT is a real thing? It’s my Bible?<br /><br />MR. MATT: That’s right.<br /><br />OZZIE: Sweet! Then I do have my superhero costume: invisible armor and a sword, which is my Bible.<br /><br />MR. MATT: I like it.<br /><br />OZZIE: Thanks, Mr. Matt. I guess you’re cool, after all.<br /><br />MR. MATT: Thanks. So what’s next?<br /><br />OZZIE: I heard you’re studying the Fruit of the Spirit next.<br /><br />MR. MATT: I believe we are.<br /><br />OZZIE: Swell. ‘Cause I have a spiffy kiwi costume that would be just perfect. (exits)<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">MR. MATT: Ozzie!</span>ChildsPlayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05207706323200724033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991002879914271995.post-64325310122628986632012-02-02T07:22:00.003-06:002012-02-02T07:40:39.302-06:00The Shoes of the Gospel of Peace<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>Scripture Reference</strong>: <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ephesians%206:10-20&version=NIV1984">Ephesians 6:10-20<br /></a><br />A lesson on the Armor of God.<br /><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 264px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="And having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace. - Ephesians 6:15" src="http://la.racked.com/uploads/2010_03_uggo.jpg" /><br /><strong>Cast</strong>:<br />OZZIE – an excitable little monster<br />MISS REBECCA – the teacher who sets him straight<br /><br /><strong>Props</strong>:<br />most hideous pair of shoes that can be found<br /><br />(<em>MISS REBECCA starts on stage.</em>)<br /><br />OZZIE: (without zesty jolliness) Hi, Miss Rebecca.<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Hi, Ozzie. You seem a little down. What's wrong?<br /><br />OZZIE: you know how I've been trying to be a superhero?<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Right. And you've been trying to put on the armor of God. Which reminds me, you're not wearing anything new this week.<br /><br />OZZIE: That's the problem. I'm kinda scared.<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: You're scared of the armor of God?<br /><br />OZZIE: Not all of it. Just the gospel of peace.<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Why is that so scary?<br /><br />OZZIE: 'Cause the Bible says I have to get shot!<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Are you sure about that, sweetie?<br /><br />OZZIE: Yes! It's very specific. It says I have to be shot in the feet!<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Shot it the feet? (<em>realizes what it really is</em>) Oh. Not shot, shod. Your feet shod with the gospel of peace.<br /><br />OZZIE: Shot. Shod. Either way, it scares me.<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Shod means to fit with shoes. It's the past tense of the verb shoe.<br /><br />OZZIE: Wouldn't that be shoed?<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: That's what we'd say now, but in the time the King James Bible was written, they said shod.<br /><br />OZZIE: Like they said Thee and Thou and didst?<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Exactly.<br /><br />OZZIE: That's stupendous.<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Putting on shoes is much better than getting shot.<br /><br />OZZIE: Oh yeah, there is that, but I meant... (<em>exits and returns with shoes</em>) now I can wear these!<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: What are those?<br /><br />OZZIE: (<em>dramatically</em>) THE SHOES OF THE GOSPEL OF PEACE!<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: And of all the shoes there are to pick from, are those really the ones you want to wear?<br /><br />OZZIE: Yeah! I figure they'd really scare the devil.<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Trust me that they scare more that the devil.<br /><br />OZZIE: Can you please help me put them on?<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: I could, but you don't need those shoes.<br /><br />OZZIE: But I really want to put them on.<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: But I really don't want to see them on you.<br /><br />OZZIE: Huh?<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: What I mean is – the shoes symbolize our readiness to go into the world to share the Gospel and spread God's peace.<br /><br />OZZIE: Oh! And these wouldn't be very useful for that.<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: I'm not sure those things are useful for anything by scaring crows.<br /><br />OZZIE: And this is Texas.<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: What does that have to do with anything?<br /><br />OZZIE: I need to go get my (<em>dramatically</em>) FLIP FLOPS OF THE GOSPEL OF PEACE! (<em>exits</em>)<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Ozzie!</span>ChildsPlayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05207706323200724033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991002879914271995.post-58784895180646613202012-01-23T08:19:00.006-06:002012-01-23T08:28:28.620-06:00The Breastplate of Righteousness<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>Scripture Reference</strong>: <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ephesians%206:10-20&version=NIV1984">Ephesians 6:10-20</a><br /><br />A lesson on the Armor of God.<br /><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="Stand firm then...with the breastplate of righteousness in place. - Ephesians 6:14" src="http://images.faithclipart.com/images/3/1260823903318_519/img_1260823903318_5191.jpg" /><br /><strong>Cast</strong>:<br />OZZIE – an excitable little monster<br />MISS REBECCA – the teacher who sets him straight<br /><br /><strong>Props</strong>:<br />A paper plate attached to OZZIE<br /><br />(<em>MISS REBECCA starts on stage.</em>)<br /><br />OZZIE: (<em>enters dramatically</em>) There's no need to fear.... Snap!<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: What's the matter, Ozzie?<br /><br />OZZIE: I still don't have a superhero name, Miss Rebecca.<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Well, maybe I can help. Do you have any ideas?<br /><br />OZZIE: Since I'm green, I figured my superhero name should have green in it.<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: I like your thinking.<br /><br />OZZIE: Since I'm going to be spreading the light of God, I was thinking... The Green Lantern.<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Sorry, but that's already taken, sweetie.<br /><br />OZZIE: Oh. Well, since I going to be a straight shooter, what do you think of... The Green Arrow?<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: I like it. I liked it when I first saw him on the Justice League.<br /><br />OZZIE: That's OK, I've got more. Since I am going to be stinging evil, I could be... The Green Hornet.<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Taken.<br /><br />OZZIE: Since I will be gobbling up my enemies, I could be The Green Goblin.<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Taken, and he's a villain.<br /><br />OZZIE: The Green Giant?<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Taken.<br /><br />OZZIE: The Green Grocer?<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Taken.<br /><br />OZZIE: (<em>giving up</em>) It's not easy being green.<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Taken.<br /><br />OZZIE: Huh?<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Never mind. Tell me what your wearing.<br /><br />OZZIE: This is (<em>dramatically</em>) THE BREASTPLATE OF RIGHTEOUSNESS.<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Looks more like (<em>dramatically</em>) THE PAPER PLATE OF RIGHTEOUSNESS.<br /><br />OZZIE: Hey, sometimes you just gotta work with what you got.<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: I understand, but you don't need to wear anything.<br /><br />OZZIE: You mean I should be naked?!?<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: No, I meant...<br /><br />OZZIE: Oh, wait. I'm always naked. I'm a monster. I'm all covered with fur.<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: I mean it's a metaphor.<br /><br />OZZIE: Grown ups sure like to use that word.<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: I don't know about that, but in this case, it applies. Paul used the image of a breastplate, because righteousness protects us from the enemy. When we are righteous, or in right standing with God, we are protected.<br /><br />OZZIE: Then I'm in trouble, cause I'm too rotten to be right with God.<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Each of us is too rotten to be right with God?<br /><br />OZZIE: Even you?<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Even me.<br /><br />OZZIE: Even Jessie?<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: Even Jessie.<br /><br />OZZIE: But she's so quiet.<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: The Bible tells us that everyone has sinned and fallen short of the glory of God.<br /><br />OZZIE: Oh, snap.<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: But the good news is that Jesus died for us. If we accept Him as our Savior, then we are right with God.<br /><br />OZZIE: Phew!<br /><br />MISS REBECCA: So you see you are already wearing the breastplate of righteousness and didn't even know it.<br /><br />OZZIE: That's nothing. I wore a strip of toilet paper on the bottom of my foot for a week and didn't even know it. (<em>exits</em>)<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><br />MISS REBECCA: Ozzie!</span>ChildsPlayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05207706323200724033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991002879914271995.post-52530312281919804522012-01-18T07:06:00.008-06:002012-01-18T07:31:23.254-06:00The Helmet of Salvation/The Shield of Faith<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>Scripture Reference</strong>: <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ephesians%206:10-20&version=NIV1984">Ephesians 6:10-20<br /></a><br />A lesson on the Armor of God.<br /><br /><strong>Cast</strong>:<br />OZZIE – an excitable little monster<br />MR. MIKE – the teacher who sets him straight<br /><br /><strong>Props</strong>:<br />Human-sized helmet (army, football, etc.)<br />Frisbee<br /><br />(<em>MR. MIKE starts on stage; OZZIE enters just high enough for the helmet to show.</em>)<br /><br />OZZIE: (<em>muffled</em>) Hey, Mr. Mike.<br /><br />MR. MIKE: Is that you, Ozzie?<br /><br />OZZIE: Yes, sir. Who’d you think it was?<br /><br />MR. MIKE: I wasn’t sure. I thought it might be a turtle.<br /><br />OZZIE: A turtle? Oh, that’s my (<em>dramatically</em>) HELMET OF SALVATION. It’s part of my superhero equipment. <img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="Take the helmet of salvation... - Ephesians 6:17a" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpYsy2kS0dqNXaLJ3sFcPeb5-fgxTaTl8TGmjbHHYxfxfO0EdF1hbuluv0YdELR4l8ae6myDszwvoR9jpuu_fDvkFmcyQP9sqWcQFK6rtM41pgLoNx8leAb_13d5y6TsUVgTXZCxRv/s1600/6a00e554ba603388340120a5e9b1e0970c-500wi.jpg" /><br /><br />MR. MIKE: That’s a mighty big helmet for you.<br /><br />OZZIE: Well, I can be a pretty rotten little monster, so I need all the salvation I can get.<br /><br />MR. MIKE: We ALL need all the all the salvation we can get, but the helmet doesn’t show how saved we are. It’s a symbol of how we are protected by God’s salvation.<br /><br />OZZIE: Oh, it’s kinda like the belt of truth; it’s a meta-, meta-, meta-five.<br /><br />MR. MIKE: A metaphor.<br /><br />OZZIE: Meta-four, meta-five, whatever it takes.<br /><br />MR. MIKE: Yes, it’s a metaphor. You really don’t need an army helmet.<br /><br />OZZIE: Good! This thing is heavy and hurting my brain. Would you mind taking it off for me?<br /><br />MR. MIKE: Sure.<br /><br />OZZIE: (<em>enters with a paroxysm; now can see OZZIE is holding a Frisbee</em>) That’s better.<br /><br />MR. MIKE: Now what’s that?<br /><br />OZZIE: (<em>dramatically</em>) THE SHIELD OF FAITH. <img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 175px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. - Ephesians 6;16" src="http://cwsnjec.com/images/armor_shield_of_faith_hb.gif" /><br /><br />MR. MIKE: The shield of faith?<br /><br />OZZIE: Yes, sir. I’m ready to “quench all the fiery darts of the wicked.”<br /><br />MR. MIKE: You are on the ball, but you don’t need a real shield.<br /><br />OZZIE: Metaphor?<br /><br />MR. MIKE: Metaphor.<br /><br />OZZIE: And the fiery darts?<br /><br />MR. MIKE: Metaphor.<br /><br />OZZIE: Snap!<br /><br />MR. MIKE: What’s the problem?<br /><br />OZZIE: What am I going to do with an asbestos dartboard now?<br /><br />MR. MIKE: I don’t know about that, but I am so happy that you’re taking your faith so seriously. Faith helps us stand resolute when our beliefs and values are attacked. It shields us from the fiery darts of fear and doubt and worry that the enemy constantly throws at us.<br /><br />OZZIE: So faith in God and salvation through Jesus Christ are seriously important to protect us from Satan.<br /><br />MR. MIKE: Exactly.<br /><br />OZZIE: And it’s not a real helmet or shield. It’s a metaphor.<br /><br />MR. MIKE: Right. Paul was using physical things to help us understand spiritual principles.<br /><br />OZZIE: Well, that’s a good thing.<br /><br />MR. MIKE: How so?<br /><br />OZZIE: Now I can go back to playing with my (<em>dramatically</em>) FRISBEE OF FAITH. (exits)<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">MR. MIKE: Ozzie!</span>ChildsPlayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05207706323200724033noreply@blogger.com0