One Last Thing…
By Mark Shell
Summary
This play involves two characters- Man and God. The man is talking
to God, asking him to give him newer and better things. God generously
gives him everything he asks for, except one…
Characters:
Man: Can be a teenager to middle adult; dressed in casual clothing,
a positive attitude about life.
God: All seeing, all knowing. Can also be a teenager or middle-aged
adult; dressed in white robe or something white; a peaceful attitude.
Script
(Stage is empty. God walks calmly in, stage right. Then, the man comes
in stage left, looking about curiously.)
Man: (Walks curiously up to God) God?
God: (Nods) Yes, my child. What is it on your heart?
Man: I was just thinking, my job really stinks right now, and I was
wondering if I could get a new job?
God: (Snaps fingers) Done.
Man: Thank you so much! (Starts to walk offstage, but before he goes
out of sight, stops, turns around, and goes back to God.) Oh, uh,
I was also wondering, my car - it’s pretty much run down, so could you
get me a new one?
God: (Snaps fingers) Done.
Man: (Thanks God again, starts to walk off stage again, stops, walks
back up to God.) One last thing, my wife - she’s pregnant and our
house is one room too small-
God: (Snaps fingers) Done.
Man: (So Thankful) Thank you Lord, so much. (Again, starts to walk
off stage, stops, turns back and goes to God.) You know, I’ve been
thinking too much for myself. I need to be thinking of the World!
So, do you think it's too much trouble, if I asked you to end world hunger?
God: (Snaps fingers) Done.
Man: And while I’m at it, do you think that you could make everyone
in the world literate?
God: (Snaps fingers) Done.
Man: And one last thing God, We’ve got all this fighting going on in
our world and everything, so do you think you could let everyone in the
world live in Peace? We’d be so much better off.
God: (Starts to snap his fingers, but doesn’t) You know, I’d
like to, but I just can't.
Man: (Curious) Why?
God: Well you see, not everyone knows about me. If I were to
do that, everyone would just praise the god they worship, not me.
They don’t thank me anyway for sending my only son to die for them.
Some think he was just a teacher. Others think He didn’t exist at
all! So you see, if I were to do that, they would glorify their false
god, and not me. I just can’t do that.
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Copyright Mark Shell, all rights reserved. If you use this play, please
let the author know. He can be contacted at imachevroletdude@hotmail.com