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    Monday
    Apr182005

    Scenes from an airport

    This is setup sketch for a sermon loosley based on Rahab....

    Tom and Rhena appear on stage as the lights fade up

    Tom:   I'm glad you came.

    Rhena:  Tom, this has been the longest week of my life.

    Tom:  I understand.

    Rhena: I don't think you could.

    Tom:  I'll try. I'm just disappointed. I still have your ticket. Pipe
    dreams, I guess. Hoping that you'd change your mind and come with
    me...

    Rhena: It's just so fast.

    Tom:  I know. And it was probably wrong for me to even ask.

    Rhena: There's just so much I'm going to have to explain. My family's
    going to be here in five weeks and I've been practicing the speech in
    my sleep-- "Mom Dad, I'm rejecting your faith.  I love both of you but
    I believe in the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. I believe in Jesus."
    Do you know how that will turn them upside down?  Do you know the
    consequences? "Oh and on top of that I'm considering marrying a
    Christian." That's even worse.

    Tom:  What do you want me to do?

    Rhena: I just want you to pray and be patient.

    Tom:  I'm sorry I rushed you into this whirlwind idea of mine. I
    wanted Mom and Dad to meet you. Probably a selfish thing on my part.
    All those hints and probing questions from Mom for 10 YEARS. "How's
    the social life Tom? What's new?" Every time they asked those
    questions I could just feel the implications, "When are you going to
    introduce us to THE ONE." (chuckling) Pretty stupid on my part. I
    wanted you to fill in that blank. I've been "best man" twice.  I
    started thinking to myself, "If I'm the best man, why is this other
    guy marrying her?" And now I've finally met you and I'm drunk with
    enthusiasm.  (He takes her hand) So just walk with me.

    Rhena: I can't walk much farther-- baggage security.

    Tom:  It's not too late.

    Rhena: You just don't give up, do you?

    Tom:  I can be relentless.

    (Pause)

    Rhena: I love you.

    Tom:  That gives me hope.

    Rhena: Tom, please you have to trust me more than that. You know what
    I've set aside for God even before we met. It's just like this
    decision has made everything I've ever known crumble before me. I
    guess you think I'm a coward.

    Tom:  Rhena, you the strongest woman I've ever met. I don't understand
    the kind of bravery you have. It's the thing that first attracted me
    to you. Despite everything you've ever been taught, you experienced
    God and you said to Him, "I'm in." I can't wait to experience life
    with you-  our children. I can't wait to tell them the story.

    Rhena: And you're willing to wait?

    Tom:  I am- It's just this ticket that burning a hole in my pocket.

    Rhena: Don't make me feel worse.

    Tom:  Sorry. But I want you to have it even if you don't use it.
    Something to remember the last time you ever said "no" to Tom.

    Rhena: What about a refund.

    Tom:  Nonrefundable Fun Fare.  What's fun about that? (Smiles at his
    own attempt to lighten the moment) So you have decided you love me but
    rejecting the free flight to beautiful Huntington, West Virginia to
    meet my Mom and Dad and my 57 relatives. Seems very logical now that I
    think about it.

    Rhena: I wish I were like you. That I could just be impulsive.

    Tom:  You can.

    Rhena: If we keep talking you'll miss your flight.

    Tom:  You sure it's "my flight" and not "our flight."

    Rhena: It'll be our flight in the future.

    Tom:  Really you still have time.

    Rhena: It's illogical.

    Tom:  Every now and then you just have to leap, Rhena.

    Lights fade.

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