This is a monologue I wrote that I'm going to perform one day. The story in it is adapted from a movie clip I watched at a youth conference screened on GOD TV.I imagine that the woman speaking has an African American flavor to her. One of those funny but deep characters.
I suppose you could call my first play. It's not necessarily finished yet, I may add or remove some details. This is, IMHO, the greatest story ever told, ever lived. A story of a Father who loved the world enough to give His Son up, so the world could have relationship with Him. A story of the love of a Son that made Him willing to come down to a world that He Himslef created. I can't ignore this story, I can't help but be moved by it. Not just moved emotionally, but moved to a place where I am faced with the question of whether I will believe. This story has changed my life, the life of millions of people who came before us. This story is timeless, it will continue to change lives, hundreds of years after we are dead and gone.
"Grace and peace to you from him who is, and who was, and who is to come" Revelation 1: 4Please read it and tell me what you think.
Bleet!
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(Woman walks on nervously, looks around)
Woman: Um, hey. I’m Sandra and I’m going to tell you a story a friend of mine once told me, but before I do, I’m gonna give you a little bit of background.
See, I’m not the kind of girl who likes it when people want to get all up in my “bid-ness”(business). I’m not being mean or nothing but people like my friend Alice really get on my last nerve.
You know the type. Always up in my grill, tellin’ me that God loves me, always tryna “save” me, tellin’ me how I need to be a Christian.
I'm like, girrrl, first of all, my relationship with God hasn’t been all that. There was a time I didn’t even believe He existed, true story, but when my professors couldn’t explain how somethin’ could be made out of nothin’, I had to admit that it took more faith to believe in evolution, than it did to believe in a Creator God, who is more intelligent than any person could ever be. And secondly, pssh.. I am a Christian! I mean, I go to church when it counts- Easter and Christmas… ooohh and when that cute brother is leading worship.
(Pause. Daydreams. Clears throat.)
I don’t drink, don’t smoke, don’t tell lies big enough to hurt nobody and I’ve never stolen anythin' from anyone that was too poor to buy a replacement. (Chuckles)
Anyway, back to the story Alice told me, "There was a man named Mike who lived in a cottage on a hill with his 4 year old son, Vusi. Mike was a station master and every Saturday morning he’d take his son for a day at the station. While Mike was in his office waiting for the train to come in, Vusi would play soccer outside and when the train passed by, he’d wave frantically at the window hoping one of the passengers would catch a glimpse of him and wave back. On this particular day, the train was two hours late so Mike left Vusi playing while he went to the nearest phone booth to find out what was wrong. As Mike dialed he heard the familiar sound of a train approaching.
Vusi had heard the train too and he remembered that his father had shown him the special lever that made the tracks go into alignment so that train could go along the tracks without crashing and killing the people inside.
Vusi looked around and, seeing that his dad was not back yet, he knew what he had to do. He ran towards the man-hole and reached his little hand towards the lever which was underground. He didn't want them hurt, he didn't want anyoe to die. His dad would be so proud!
In his excitement Vusi's feet lost their grip and as he stretched, he slipped and fell head first into the hole.
Meanwhile, Mike had seen his son run and fall in and by the time he reached him the train was only a few hundred metres away. The train was approaching fast. Mike’s mind raced. As he looked in the hole he noticed that Mike was not moving, he's have to go into the hole himself and carry him out, but by the time he did that the train would have reached the station.
If he pulled the lever the tracks would align and all the people on the train would be saved, but as the steel cogs underground turned, they would crush his little son to death.
Taking a deep breath. He pulled the lever.
[Long Pause]
Mike watched as the train rolled slowly by hoping someone inside would notice, reassuring eyes to tell him that it was worth it.
The people inside didn’t see the hot tears of anguish falling down his face. They would never hear the anguished cry of a father screaming, “Vusi, my only son, Vusi!” as he held the broken and bloody body of his brave little boy."
"So," Alice asks me, “Did you notice? Was it worth it?”.
I looked at her in confusion, still shocked about how the story had ended. You see, I didn’t realize that this story was about what God had done. God had sent His only son to earth. He had given Him up to die, to save me.
Unlike Vusi, Jesus had willingly come, knowing He would die, for me, for all.
I felt sick to my stomach. This sounded like something out of a terrible horror movie. Why would someone want to die for me? Why would God want to die for me?
Romans 3: 23, “For all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God.”I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not perfect, I’ve lied, I’ve stolen stuff and my thoughts aren’t always the purest…
No doubt, I am a sinner.
Romans 6: 23, “For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.”WHAT? I thought that God was supposed to be a loving God! I felt I was being condemned, judged.
This did not feel loving.
What kind of loving God would send people He loved to hell?
What happened to the “God who so loved the world”?
John 3: 17, “For God sent not the Son into the world to judge the world; but that the world should be saved through him.”Slowly it began to sink in. God’s aim was not to judge, but to save me. He loved me enough to give up His son so that I could have a relationship with Him, I could go to heaven, I could know God.
[End]
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