By Christin Kuck
What if you received a gift on your doorstep, but were to afraid to open for fear it might be something really nice. If it turns out to be something you really like, God might ask you to share it with someone else. Maybe it’s better not knowing.
James 1:17
This is a monologue which can be performed by a man or woman
Garbage can, a chair, and a side table. A package wrapped like a birthday present
I suppose you’re wondering what I’m doing. Staring at this package. It’s simple really. But a little complicated.
I found it on my doorstep two days ago. I know, you’re wondering why I haven’t opened it? Frankly, I’m afraid. Oh, no. I don’t think it’s a bomb or a rattlesnake or something like that. See, my birthday was yesterday, so it’s probably a very nice gift. In fact I’m sure it’s a really nice gift!
That’s the problem.
I mean, well, okay....let’s say for instance it’s.......a new Bible from my Pastor. Now, my pastor wouldn’t give me just any old Bible. He’d make sure this was the super duper kind. You know--- a reference Bible complete with maps and charts, a concordance, a Greek dictionary. The words of Jesus would be in some psychedelic color. Oh, not to say I wouldn’t love a Bible like that. I would. But, a Bible like that... There’s no telling how much I’d grow spiritually. And then someone from church would call--- "Can you come lead the Wednesday night Bible Study". And Lord knows, I just don’t have time for that.
But maybe it’s not a Bible. Maybe, just maybe, it’s money. Cold, hard cash. Lots of it! Okay. You might need to use your imagination a little here, so bear with me. Let’s say one of my long lost relatives died, uh... Great Aunt Millie. And, she left me a million bucks. A million bucks. What I could do with that kind of money. Why, I could buy a new car-- I could buy three new cars! And a house, and a boat!
Ahhhhhh! Who am I fooling. I’d have to share it. Share it! I mean, if some poor sap isn’t lucky enough to have a long lost Aunt Millie kick the bucket, then why should I have to pay?
And then I’d have to give ten percent to church. Ten percent. Why, I’d only have 900 thousand left! I’d just rather not even know if it’s money!
But, maybe it’s not money after all. Maybeeeeee, it’s something I’ve wanted all my life. Like a violin. Yeah, a violin. If I had a violin, then I could play all the classics. Rachmaninoff, Rimsky Korsakov, Tchaikovsky, The Rolling Stones! And then people would say of me, "Bravo, Bravo. You are so wonderful. Please, play more for us."
And then church would call. "Can you come play for us, too?" Me! The maestro! How could I lower myself to play for a measly five hundred people after I’ve played for the masses.
(Sighs. Looks back at package)
You know. (Picks up package) I don’t think I want to open this after all. (Throws package in garbage can.) If I open it, there’s no telling how I’ll have to use it.
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