This is a lead-in drama for a sermon on witnessing and evangelizing -- it can seem like a scary thing to do, and yet we are told to do it. Is there a proper way? This drama asks the question, a sermon or homily should provide the answer, possibly examining each style presented herein (note, possibly the CORRECT way to witness has not even been broached, but just the kinds we've seen on TV or badly wrought Gospel TV Shows.
(man enters, deep in thought, obviously upset about something, he is fretting and pacing)
MAN:
(nervously adjust clothes, checking hair) Ok, ok, I'm just not sure exactly how to talk to them. Ok? Does THAT satisfy you? I'll, go just like you say, and I'll do my best to teach someone, but you know? It sure doesn't help, with all those ridiculous shows on TV, all of them weeping and crying and simpering and begging for money? What are people supposed to think, anymore? But if you SEND me someone, I'll do my best, ok?
WOMAN:
(enters, confused, reading from a scrap of paper, obviously lost) Excuse me? Sir? Could you help me? I can't find this address...
MAN:
(looking up) Whoa! Ask and you shall receive. Ok, now, I'm with you here, but you gotta do your part, ok? (coughs nervously, checks breath by breathing into palm and sniffs at reflection of air, then turns squarely to face woman) Let me see that (takes paper) oh, sure I know exactly where this is -- right up this street to the end, make a little jig to the left, pick up the street again after the alley, then a jag to the right, and there you are! But can I say something to you, I'll try to make it real quick?
WOMAN:
(relieved, but a little suspicious too) Oh, thanks so much for the directions. (begins to move away) But I really gotta be going (takes the piece of paper) so thanks again...
MAN:
#1 preacher man. (in rapid-fire staccato, like a hell-fire preacher with "Sam-I-Am" rhythms) The time is short -- no you ain't got much time -- I say yuh gotta look up -- you gotta live -- no ain't much time -- JaaaayZUS is comin' and you uh-better uh-believe-uh -- I say-uh you gotta believe-uh! Uh-JaaaaZUS-uh is almost-uh here and you betta-uh believe-uh! Believe-uh I say-uh. I-uh say-uh Believe-uh. Cuz if you don't believe-uh you is gonna DIE-uh, I say DIE-uh, in hellfire-uh and brimstone-uh you is gonna BURN-uh! BURN! BURN! BURN!
WOMAN:
(thoroughly terrified) Leave me alone, you sick, sick man! (rushes away, looking back over shoulder)
MAN:
(looking up) Maybe that IS a bit aggressive. (addresses heaven) What do you think? Ok, I better not try that.
(woman comes walking back in, in reverse, hands paper back to man)
MAN:
Let me see that (takes paper) oh, sure I know exactly where this is -- right up this street to the end, make a little jig to the left, pick up the street again after the alley, then a jag to the right, and there you are! But can I say something to you, I'll try to make it real quick?
WOMAN:
(relieved, but a little suspicious too) Oh, thanks so much for the directions. (begins to move away) But I really gotta be going (takes the piece of paper) so thanks again...
MAN:
#2 mr. rogers. (simpering, smiling hugely, talks overly simplistically in high-pitched too gentle voice) Hello. Would you like to be my neighbor. In heaven? Wouldn't that be lovely? Because I know a man, a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful man, and He saved my life. He can save your life too. He's coming back soon. He's been away preparing a heavenly mansion for me to live in, and if you accept Him, as your Personal Lord and Savior, He'll save a few of those nails for you, and we can live next door to each other, for eternity! Wouldn't that be heavenly, neighbor?
WOMAN:
(alarmed, snatches paper away from him, he could very well be a weirdo) Uh, yeah, that sounds . . . NICE. (moves away as if he might be dangerous, she doesn't want to turn her back to him)
MAN:
(confused that she is departing, eager to share more good news with her) Wait, neighbor. I haven't told you about the lions, how we can ride on their backs, and the sea of glass, and streets of gold...
WOMAN:
(pauses, ready to run) Uh, sure. Maybe just after basket-weaving class, you can tell me more. Or maybe after they pass out the medication...? (she hurriedly dashes away)
MAN:
(looking up) Too Mr. Rogers? She's just probably too sophisticated for that approach. Help me out here?
(woman comes walking back in, in reverse, hands paper back to man)
MAN:
Let me see that (takes paper) oh, sure I know exactly where this is -- right up this street to the end, make a little jig to the left, pick up the street again after the alley, then a jag to the right, and there you are! But can I say something to you, I'll try to make it real quick?
WOMAN:
(relieved, but a little suspicious too) Oh, thanks so much for the directions. (begins to move away) But I really gotta be going (takes the piece of paper) so thanks again...
MAN:
#3 sincerity. (sincerely) Don't think I'm weird, but this isn't easy for me. I just feel I need to share something with you, something that has changed my own life, in a big way. We don't have to live this life alone. There IS Someone who cares for you. It's God, and He wants you to come to Him. He loves you. He loves you so much He sent His only Son to die so that you can live. And if you search for Him, with your whole heart, you WILL find Him. And then you'll be with Him, forever. That's the simple thing you ought to know...
WOMAN:
(flustered) Well . . . okay, thanks so much for your concern, but I really am very busy. Have a nice day. (takes piece of paper and departs)
MAN:
(looking up) Wow, there doesn't seem to be any perfect way, does there? I'm either embarrassing or a weirdo or pushy -- I look crazy any way you look at it! Can I really say something to her, about You?
(woman comes walking back in, in reverse, hands paper back to man)
MAN:
Let me see that (takes paper) oh, sure I know exactly where this is -- right up this street to the end, make a little jig to the left, pick up the street again after the alley, then a jag to the right, and there you are!
WOMAN:
(relieved) Wow, thanks! I thought I was lost. Thanks so much again, this is really good news. Bye!
MAN:
(a little sad) Yeah. Sure. Bye! (laughs a little) Good News, huh? (begins exit) Maybe I should have said something...
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