Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Drama Skit: When Is It Too Late?


Drama Skit: When Is It Too Late?
By: S.L. Estes
Props:
(Taped sounds?)
Large white sheet
Large black sheet cut in two
Smaller panels printed with words depicting life changes
Black panels hanging at each end of white sheet. Black panels have Velcro fasteners. As skit progresses a small printed panel, (also Velcro) is added, showing advances in one life and failure in the other.
Stands to hold sheets.
Large light source for silhouette images behind sheets. Plain white light and red light.
Table and two chairs. Large dark bottle. Trash can. Flowers and vase. Paper bag. Coffee mug.

Designs on sheets:
Alcohol---------Alcohol
Drugs-----------Drugs/Alcohol
Love------------Hate/Drugs/Alcohol
Life-------------Death/Drugs/Alcohol
Heaven/Joy----Hell/Weeping

Players: Man; Woman as silhouettes. Policeman/woman;
One or two people dressed in duplicate neutral color add or take away panels as scene changes A Narrator for Closing Dialogue

Scene 1
Both black panels show small panels with word Alcohol. Silhouette behind white sheet are table, two chairs, bottle and trashcan.

Scene opens: Silhouettes of Woman and Man enter light from opposite sides behind sheets. Sounds of doors opening/closing.

Woman:     (Speaking kindly) “How was your day?”

Man:           (Angry) “Don’t ask!” (Grabs bottle and drinks)

Woman:      (Tentative, testing his attitude) “I had an interesting lunch.”

Man:           “Yeah?” (Not interested in hearing. Hands her the bottle)

Woman:     (Takes bottle and puts it on the table without drinking) I met a
                    woman who told me about Jesus. How He died for my sins.”

Man:           “Don’t tell me—you’ve got religion! (Emitting disgust, swings  
                     arms in dismissal, grabs bottle) ”That’s the last thing I’d
                     believe. You’re a drunk and a drug addict, what good is
                     religion to you.” (He drinks the bottle empty and thumps it on         
                    the table.)

Woman:       “Jesus loves me. He’s my Savior. He can be yours too.”

 Man:            “Hah! You better forget about bringing any religious talk
                        around here. I don’t want to hear it.” (He exits. Sound of
                        door closing.)

Woman:     (Sitting down quietly, she folds her hands in front of her, looks   
                    up) “My Lord Jesus, I don’t know what is happening, but help
                    me through this. I do believe You love me and have saved me,  
                    but I’m scared and I don’t know what to do.” (She places her
                    head in her hands for a moment, then stands, picks up empty  
                   bottle and drops it in trashcan. She exits.)

Scene Ends

Scene 2
Black panels change revealing the next design on each side. Drugs on hers and Drugs/Alcohol on his.

Scene opens: Woman enters carrying vase and flowers, humming. Sound of door. She places flowers and vase on table.

Man:         (Enters excitedly, slamming door) “Honey, I’ve got      
                   some baaaad stuff. Are we going to have a party tonight!” (He  
                  tosses a bag on the table, points to the bag) “That cost me a  
                  hundred dollars. It’s the real thing. It’ll burn your brain and set  
                  fire to your Grandmother’s hair. We’re gonna fly!”

Woman:   (Shaking her head) “No, I’m not going to do that any more.”

Man:          (Stops all motion) “What are you talking about? You love      
                    getting whacked. What’s wrong with you?”

Woman:      “I told you, I love Jesus now, I don’t do that any more.”

Man:         (Angry, knocks flowers off table. Sound of breaking glass) “I
                   told you not to talk about religion around here. You do as I say
                   or shut up!” (He grabs bag and shoves it at her) “You burn the
                   first bowl. Its prime Crack, I won’t have it wasted because
                   you’re all sanctimonious. You’re nothing but a wasted druggie.
                   You can’t quit. Nobody quits. Here!” (He shoves it into her
                   chest)

Woman steps back, shaking her head.

Man swings at her head. Sound of slap

Woman touches her face and exits.

Man:       (Yelling) “You’ll be back! I know you, you can’t leave it alone!”
                (He picks up bag and exits)

Scene Ends

Scene 3
Black panels change revealing the next design on each side. Love on her side. Hate/Drugs/Alcohol on his side.

Scene opens:  Man enters slowly, coughing, holding head. Sits at table.

Woman:     (Enters humming happily.) “Good morning.”

Man:         “What’s good about it? Get me some coffee.”

Woman:     (She exits light and returns with coffee mug. She’s still  
                   humming.) “Here you go, Dear.”

Man:          “Stop that noise.” (Drinks from mug)

Woman:     “I have a bible study today. I’ll be meeting with the ladies after
                     lunch and won’t be home until late. Is that all right?”

Man:            (Stands abruptly, knocking chair over. Throws coffee mug)    
                      “No it’s not all right! You’re not to go anywhere today. I won’t
                      have you bringing that Jesus stuff in here any more, you hear
                      me!” (He gets up in her face.) “You start acting normal and
                      drop this Jesus Freak stuff!” (He swings at her. Sounds of               
                      slapping. She falls.) “You forget this religion and do as you’re
                      told or you’ll get worse!” (He exits. Sound of slamming door)

Woman:     (Standing slowly, holding cheek. Picks up coffee mug, places on 
                    table. Dials telephone.) “Mary, he’s worse. He hates me.”  
                   (Pause) “No, I don’t want to leave. He just doesn’t understand.”
                   (Pause) “Yes, I know Jesus loves me. I know I’m in His care,
                   He’ll take care of me.” (Pause) “Yes, thank you for your                                
                    prayers. Yes, I’ll come tonight. See you.” (She hangs up phone. 
                   Kneeling with hands on chair, she looks up.) “Lord Jesus, I  
                   know you love me. I know You died on the cross for my sins. I
                   thank You for saving me from the drugs and alcohol. Please save
                   him also. I know You love him too but he doesn’t know it yet.
                   Help me help him, Jesus.” (She stands, replaces fallen chair at
                    table, exits)
Scene Ends
Scene 4
Black panel changes revealing the designs on each side. Life on her side. Death on his side.

Scene opens: Doorbell sounds. Woman enters scene, crosses to opposite side. Door opening sounds. She renters followed by Policeman.

Policeman:    (Takes hat in hand.) “Mrs. Brown? I have some bad news.

Woman:          “Yes?” (She sits down nervously, slowly.)

Policeman:      “Your husband was in an accident. It appears he was  
                          drinking. I’m sorry but he died at the scene.”

Woman:          (Drops her head into her hands)

Policeman:      “I’m sorry. Is there someone you can call to help you?
                          Someone you can stay with?”

Woman:            (Looks up, nods) “I have lots of friends. (She stands.)  
                           “Thank you, for coming.”

Policeman exits. Woman sits at the table and makes a telephone call.

Woman:           “Mary? He’s gone. He’s dead. An accident. What am I
                           going to do now?” (Pause) “Yes, I know Jesus will never
                           leave me nor forsake me but I feel so bad that he wouldn’t
                           accept Jesus as his own Savior. It’s too late now.” (Pause)
                           “Yes, I know. Yes, I’ll come for a while, Thank you.”  
                           (Hangs up phone. Lowers her head in her hands, sits
                          still for a long moment, looks up.) “Lord Jesus, please help
                          me through this time. He refused you and now it’s too late,
                          I can’t help him anymore. (Pause) Help me do more for
                          others. I want to live my life for You Jesus. Show me ways
                          to tell others about You so they can ask You for eternal life
                          before it’s too late.” (Lowers her head in her hands again
                          for a long pause then stands and exits)

Scene Ends
Scene 5
Black panel changes revealing the design on each side. Laughter and Joy on her side. Hell and weeping on his side.

Scene opens.

Sounds of woman singing. Chorus joins her. Light grows brighter behind curtain.  Sounds grow louder then sound and light recede.

Pause

Light comes up red. Sounds of cries and wailing, weeping and crying. Light gets brighter. Sounds grow louder then sound and light recede.

Scene ends

Closing Dialogue: John 3: 16; For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.

No matter what your background you need to understand Jesus died on the cross for you.

There are good people and bad people on earth, but no matter how good a person is, they still are not good enough to get to heaven. Hell isn’t for bad people; it is for those who never accept Jesus as their personal Savior.

Because of sin in the world, God came from heaven, became a man, died on the cross for the sins of everyone, and was buried in the tomb three days. Jesus then rose from the grave and was seen by over five hundred people before He ascended back to heaven. He is now waiting until it is time to come back for all those who believe in Him and His substitutionary death in their place. This is the Good News, or the Gospel. God offers this free salvation to everyone who wants it.

Conclusion (to be modified at Speakers discretion) You can have this salvation too. All you need to do is ask Jesus for forgiveness of your sins and to be your Savor.

(Susan Estes grants permission for Free use of this play in any setting)



© 2003 Copyright held by author Susan Estes

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