A lesson about worry and trusting God.
Cast:
DILLY – a southern fried chicken who doesn’t always get things straight
MR. MATT – the teacher who sets him straight
Props:
a Bible
(MR. MATT starts on stage.)
DILLY: (enters) Oh my lands! Whatever will I do?
MR. MATT: Hey, Dilly. What's wrong?
DILLY: Hi, Mr. Matt. I'm gong to a party at Flora's.
MR. MATT: That sounds like a good thing.
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.
MR. MATT: So what's the problem?
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.
MR. MATT: Can I help?
DILLY: (laughs)
MR. MATT: What's so funny?
DILLY: Cause you're a man. You don't know haute couture from a hot dog.
MR. MATT: Dilly! I'm offended.
DILLY: But do you deny it?
MR. MATT: No, but I'm still offended. What about Mr. Jeff?
DILLY: You must be pulling my leg. He's the one who picked out those tacky bowling shirts you wear.
MR. MATT: I like these shirts.
DILLY: And my point is proven. (returns to panic mode) 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.
MR. MATT: (having an idea) How about a Bible verse?
DILLY: What in the name of Gucci are you talking about?
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?"
DILLY: Well, that makes about as much sense as two bald men fighting over a comb.
MR. MATT: How so?
DILLY: I'm just not going to wear grass. Do I look like some sort of hoochie-coochie hula girl?
MR. MATT: No, but that's not…
DILLY: And lilies?!? Flower prints are so last season, and you want me to wear actual flowers?
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.
DILLY: (sarcastically) Stop worrying. Just like that. You make sound as easy as selling umbrellas in a rainstorm.
MR. MATT: It's not necessarily easy, but do you trust God?
DILLY: Does a one-legged duck swim in circles?
MR. MATT: And the more you trust God, the less you'll worry, because you'll know God is in charge.
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 decided lack of trust in God if I get my beak all bent out of shape and scurry out of here.
MR. MATT: I reckon.
DILLY: Then I'll just say bye, y’all! (exits)
MR. MATT: Bye, Dilly.
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