Scripture Reference: Matthew 26:57-75, Mark 14:53-72, Luke 22:47-62, John 18:12-27
A lesson about denying Jesus.
Cast:
DILLY – a southern fried chicken who doesn’t always get things straight
MR. MIKE – the teacher who sets her straight
Props:
None
(MR. MIKE is on stage.)
DILLY: Hi. Mr. Mike. How y'all doin'?
MR. MIKE: If I were doing any better, I couldn't stand it. How are you, Dilly?
DILLY: Why, I'm finer than frog hair.
MR. MIKE: What have you been up to?
DILLY: Well, Easter is coming, so I have been reading my Bible.
MR. MIKE: That's always a good idea. I'm proud of you.
DILLY: Aren't you sweeter than a jelly doughnut. Anyway, I was reading about Peter. He said he'd stick with Jesus, then he denied him three times. Fail!
MR. MIKE: That's not very nice.
DILLY: He failed like Elijah in the quiet game.
MR. MIKE: Dilly!
DILLY: Well he did.
MR. MIKE: He was scared. Imagine if Flora was arrested, and you thought you might be next. Don't you think you'd be scared?
DILLY: I'd be as scared as a turkey in November.
MR. MIKE: So you might deny knowing her.
DILLY: Possibly, but Flora isn't Jesus. Peter should have had more faith. I might deny Flora, but I'd never deny Jesus.
MR. MIKE: That's easier said than done.
DILLY: Whatever do you mean?
MR. MIKE: I remember you telling me about the last time you went to the feedstore. You said the clerk was telling you about a problem she was having.
DILLY: I remember. Bless her heart.
MR. MIKE: Did you offer to pray for her?
DILLY: Why no. I'd be embarrassed.
MR. MIKE: The fellow who took your bags out for you. You said you know he doesn't go to church any more. Did you invite him to church?
DILLY: Why no. That's not my place.
MR. MIKE: You mentioned that you don't think your neighbors are Christian. Did you tell them about Jesus?
DILLY: Why no. What would they think of me?
MR. MIKE: You just denied Jesus three times.
DILLY: (clucking) But... But... But...
MR. MIKE: When you don't stand up for Jesus; when you hide your relationship with Jesus, then you've denied Jesus, too.
DILLY: Well, knock me down and steal my teeth. I cannot fathom that I am as bad as Peter. Oh, my! All those people! I must go directly and make amends. (running back and forth) I gotta go to my neighbors. No, I gotta go to the feedstore. No, I gotta go to my neighbors. No, I just gotta go. (exits quickly)
MR. MIKE: (stares at stage surprised at Dilly’s sudden departure)
DILLY: (reappears) I almost forgot – bye, y’all! (exits)
Monday, April 11, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
The Return of the Devil’s Vegetable
Scripture Reference: Matthew 26:47-56, Mark 14:32-42, Luke 22:47-54, John 18:2-12
A lesson about doing the Father’s will.
Cast:
D.B. – a good albeit not very bright bunny
MR. MATT – the teacher who sets her straight
Props:
None
(MR. MATT begins on stage when D.B enters slowly, moaning and groaning.)
MR. MATT: What’s the matter, D.B.?
D.B.: I am sore, Mr. Matt.
MR. MATT: I’m sorry to hear that.
D.B.: My back is sore.
MR. MATT: I’m sorry.
D.B.: My arms are sore.
MR. MATT: Uh huh.
D.B.: My hands are sore.
MR. MATT: OK.
D.B.: My fingers are sore.
MR. MATT: OK.
D.B.: My knees are sore.
MR. MATT: D.B.
D.B.: My legs are sore.
MR. MATT: D.B.!
D.B.: Even my fuzzy little tail is sore.
MR. MATT: We get it, D.B. You’re sore. Why?
D.B.: I have been planting Brussels sprouts.
MR. MATT: You must really love Brussels sprouts.
D.B.: Oh, I hate them.
MR. MATT: Really?
D.B.: They are vile and nasty.
MR. MATT: I see.
D.B.: They are insidious spheres of detestation.
MR. MATT: Wow!
D.B.: (in a sinister whisper) They are the devil’s vegetable.
MR. MATT: That’s odd. Ozzie said the same thing.
D.B.: We have the same writer.
MR. MATT: OK, so you hate Brussels sprouts. I guess you like working in the dirt.
D.B.: Oh, no. Dirt is so… dirty.
MR. MATT: You did it for the exercise?
D.B.: Nope.
MR. MATT: To get a tan?
D.B.: I am a bunny, silly. I do not get a tan.
MR. MATT: Then why?
D.B.: Because my mommy asked me to do it.
MR. MATT: That’s it?
D.B.: That is it. I love my mommy, so I want to do what she asks me to do.
MR. MATT: Even if you don’t want to do it?
D.B.: Even if I do not want to do it.
MR. MATT: Even cleaning your room?
D.B.: There is no reason to get crazy.
MR. MATT: That is very mature of you. You look exhausted. Why don’t you to and rest.
D.B.: Thank you, Mr. Matt.
MR. MATT: You’re r welcome, D.B.
D.B.: Bye, Mr. Matt.
MR. MATT: Bye, D.B.
A lesson about doing the Father’s will.
Cast:
D.B. – a good albeit not very bright bunny
MR. MATT – the teacher who sets her straight
Props:
None
(MR. MATT begins on stage when D.B enters slowly, moaning and groaning.)
MR. MATT: What’s the matter, D.B.?
D.B.: I am sore, Mr. Matt.
MR. MATT: I’m sorry to hear that.
D.B.: My back is sore.
MR. MATT: I’m sorry.
D.B.: My arms are sore.
MR. MATT: Uh huh.
D.B.: My hands are sore.
MR. MATT: OK.
D.B.: My fingers are sore.
MR. MATT: OK.
D.B.: My knees are sore.
MR. MATT: D.B.
D.B.: My legs are sore.
MR. MATT: D.B.!
D.B.: Even my fuzzy little tail is sore.
MR. MATT: We get it, D.B. You’re sore. Why?
D.B.: I have been planting Brussels sprouts.
MR. MATT: You must really love Brussels sprouts.
D.B.: Oh, I hate them.
MR. MATT: Really?
D.B.: They are vile and nasty.
MR. MATT: I see.
D.B.: They are insidious spheres of detestation.
MR. MATT: Wow!
D.B.: (in a sinister whisper) They are the devil’s vegetable.
MR. MATT: That’s odd. Ozzie said the same thing.
D.B.: We have the same writer.
MR. MATT: OK, so you hate Brussels sprouts. I guess you like working in the dirt.
D.B.: Oh, no. Dirt is so… dirty.
MR. MATT: You did it for the exercise?
D.B.: Nope.
MR. MATT: To get a tan?
D.B.: I am a bunny, silly. I do not get a tan.
MR. MATT: Then why?
D.B.: Because my mommy asked me to do it.
MR. MATT: That’s it?
D.B.: That is it. I love my mommy, so I want to do what she asks me to do.
MR. MATT: Even if you don’t want to do it?
D.B.: Even if I do not want to do it.
MR. MATT: Even cleaning your room?
D.B.: There is no reason to get crazy.
MR. MATT: That is very mature of you. You look exhausted. Why don’t you to and rest.
D.B.: Thank you, Mr. Matt.
MR. MATT: You’re r welcome, D.B.
D.B.: Bye, Mr. Matt.
MR. MATT: Bye, D.B.
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