(a Christian paces, doubting, terrified of the Great Judgment -- she is not sure of her fate, and can only believe that God is coming to destroy her, because she is so unworthy of His grace)
CHRISTIAN:
(shaking head, worried, terrified, walking back and forth) Judgment is coming. What am I going to do? There's no hope! I'm so far from being perfect! I mean, I'm worthless! What hope do I have in the Judgment?
(halts in pacing, looks up to sky, to God, begins shaking, falls to knees) God! I'm a sinner! I sinned today, and yesterday! I don't deserve Your mercy! I don't deserve Your grace!
ANGEL:
(appears, head covered by shawl, holding Remote Control unit) Don't be afraid, dear Christian! Look up to the skies! Be happy! Today is the day of your salvation!
CHRISTIAN:
(miserable, shaking head, near tears) BE HAPPY?! Are you CRAZY! I'm nowhere near PERFECT! Look at ME! I'm FILTHY!
ANGEL:
(presenting Remote Control to Christian) Well, you DO know that you need a Savior. But don't be afraid. Trust in Him. Allow Him to lead you!
CHRISTIAN:
(mystified by Remote Control) What's THIS for?
ANGEL:
So that you might have confidence. (points at box) As you can see, this box has two buttons. Push one or the other. The first button is the Small Faith button, it has more tradition and speculation in it than Truth. The second button is Truth, and only for those who love the truth.
CHRISTIAN:
(peering closely at box) But what does it DO?
ANGEL:
Push either button. But keep the box close to your hand. If you do not like the result of the button you push, you must push it again. Otherwise you may lose your faith completely. (begins to depart, but turns back) But be careful -- HOLD FAST TO THE BUTTON WHICH IS TRUTH. (angel vanishes)
CHRISTIAN:
Hmmm. The first button is the one I have always believed. I better push it, because it seems like the more comfortable button to push
(raises finger in air, pointing up, and then slowly, turns finger down, and with much show pushes Button Number ONE)
HUGE EXPLOSION.
CHRISTIAN:
Oh no! This is like a nightmare! I've had nightmares about this day since I was a little kid! The Lord is coming, and He's . . . ANGRY!
THE LORD:
(suddenly appears, loudly, with incredible anger and wrath) CHRISTIAN! (laughs thunderously, swelling huge with apocalyptic anger, points a condemning finger at Christian) You filthy, low-down, low-life SCUMBUCKET!
CHRISTIAN:
No! Please, NO! Have mercy on me, Lord! Please have mercy!
THE LORD:
(gapes, then snarls) MERCY! MERCY?! ON YOU? Why should I have mercy on you, you filthy little weak-kneed sinner! (marches toward her, goosestepping, shaking a threatening fist) All the sinning you've done! And you expect mercy from ME!
CHRISTIAN:
(quivering, on her knees) Please! I wanted to do right! I wanted to be good!
THE LORD:
You WANTED to do right! You WANTED to be good! I never told you to WANT anything! I told you to BE good. To DO right! Now come on! You're coming with me, because I've prepared a place for you!
CHRISTIAN:
(putting hands over ears) What's that horrible noise?!
THE LORD:
Ha! You like that noise, huh? Well that's the sound of Hellfire, its flames crackling miles high, and you're going right dab in the middle of it, you filthy no-good punkmeister!
(he goes to Christian and she ducks away from Him, she runs, dodges, spins away, but He's hot on her trail, and finally snatches her up like a bundle of dry wood)
CHRISTIAN:
(being carried to hell) No! Please! Not to the fire! Please forgive me! Forgive me, Lord!
THE LORD:
It's too late for prayin! You gonna burn, you bum, you gonna burn!
CHRISTIAN:
(panicking) No! I don't want this button!
(hurriedly, and with much show, jabs at button, and suddenly the Lord walks backward, sets Christian down, and then speaking in hurried reverse, as if the REWIND button has been pushed, walks and talks backward, at first chasing Christian in reverse, and then marching away, goosestepping in reverse, shaking fist, and snarling in reverse, until He laughs in reverse and then disappears)
CHRISTIAN:
(hands over heart, breathing heavily) I think I'm having a heart attack! What a nightmare! That can't be the truth! It just can't be, it's too horrible! But now I'm almost too afraid to push Button Number TWO -- I mean, what if it's worse? (shaking head, still terrified, she raises finger pointing up, and then slowly flip-flops her finger to stab Button Number TWO)
THE LORD:
(appears, smiling) Christian! My love! My precious Bride! I've waited so long for this day! (rushes forward, picks up Christian in His arms, spins her about, and then kisses her repeatedly all over her face)
CHRISTIAN:
(struggles in the Lord's arms, pushes herself away from Him) No Lord! I don't deserve this! I don't deserve YOU! (she covers her face and falls to her knees) I'm not perfect!
THE LORD:
Nonsense! I CHOSE you, and you accepted ME. I covered you with My blood. (He raises her to her feet, and he shakes her with delight, and hugs her) You can trust my promises, they're all TRUE. I came back to this earth because I LOVE you, Christian. I've prepared a place for you, and now you are going to live with me forever! (He picks her up in his arms like a Groom carrying His Bride across the threshold)
CHRISTIAN:
(finally starting to believe, smiling, beaming, delighted) Wow! (looks out at congregation) Hey! Choose Button Number TWO, it's MUCH better, and it's TRUE!
(they exit)
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