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    Luke 2: Jesus the Kid

    At skit by Christopher Clymer Kurtz based on Luke 2, with special lines credit to Les Miserables and the Beatles

    At home having a conversation:
    DAVE (a dad)
    JOHN (a son)

    Traveling home from the Passover festival:
    MARY (Jesus’s mom)
    JOSEPH (Jesus’s dad)

    At the temple:
    JESUS (12 years old)
    SIMEON (very old)
    MR. RELIGIOUS TEACHER

    *****

    JOHN: Dad, tell me what Jesus was like when he was little. All about him.

    DAVE: All about him, when he was little? Alright, then: “Jesus the Kid.” You know he was born in a manger, right?

    JOHN: Oh, yeah, I know that. Inns with no room, angels flying around singing, shepherds bowing, cows mooing, and a couple years later, even magi–those were people who thought they were important, right?–bringing him gifts like gold and frankincense and myrrh. Awesome birthday gifts. How come you’ve never given me gold for my birthday?

    DAVE: Because. And you remember that when he was eight days old he was circumcised and named Jesus?

    JOHN: Yes, of course. (Pause) He was what?

    DAVE: You mean “circumcised”? What is “circumcised”?

    JOHN: Yes. It’s in the Bible lots of times. I think it means to draw a circle around someone.

    DAVE: Well, sort of. It means to cut off the skin that a male baby is born with at the end of his penis. Jewish people thought that it was really important to do that, a sign of following God.

    JOHN: Ouch. So they did that to Jesus?

    DAVE: It’s in the Bible.

    JOHN: Poor kid.

    DAVE: And you remember when he was taken as a baby to the temple to be purified, and Joseph and Mary had to offer a sacrifice, which was a pair of turtledoves or two young pigeons? There was a man Simeon, who came and held the baby Jesus in his arms and he said–

    *****

    SIMEON: Excuse me just a moment, Joseph and Mary….I need to hold your baby.

    MARY: What? You can’t just—

    JOSEPH: Shhhhh…….Let it be.

    SIMEON (taking the baby): Master, now you can dismiss your servant in peace, according to your word; for my eyes have seen your salvation, which you have prepared in the presence of all peoples, a light for revelation to the Gentiles and for glory to your people Israel. This child is destined for the falling and the rising of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be opposed so that the inner thoughts of many will be revealed—and a sword will pierce your own soul too. Let it be.

    JOSEPH: What’s he talking about?

    MARY: Shhhhh…..Let it be.

    *****

    DAVE: And there was also a woman named Anna, who was of great age–

    JOHN: That means really old, right?

    DAVE: Really, really old, in fact. And she stayed in the temple all the time, night and day, fasting–

    JOHN: Eating no food?

    DAVE: Right. And she never left the temple.

    JOHN: She stayed in the temple all the time and never ate or left?

    DAVE: That’s what the Bible says: “always.”

    JOHN: Wow. Makes you wonder what she was up to. Didn’t she ever have to go to the bathroom?

    DAVE: Guess not.

    JOHN: You mean she just fasted, and never ate?

    DAVE: Yup! According to the Bible, anyway.

    JOHN: Amazing.

    DAVE: Anyway, she said to Mary and Joseph something about how Jesus would be the redemption of Jerusalem.

    JOHN: Who is JayRoo Salem?

    DAVE: It’s a city. But it was a metaphor that meant “for all people.” Anna was saying that Jesus would be for all people.

    JOHN: Then what happened? I mean, after they killed the pigeons and got Jesus back from Simeon? Did Jesus start preaching?

    DAVE: Not yet—he was still just a baby. He didn’t preach until years later. But once, when he was twelve, something did happen….

    *****

    JOSEPH (dourly): Well, that was something, wasn’t it–as usual. Another sermon or three or seven, lots of food that takes me back to the days of manna, and lots of dust and sheep blood and people being so holy I almost think old Yahweh should meet with the planning committee right now and make a few suggestions. It’s a festival, for crying out loud. Where was the bluegrass music? Where was the pink lemonade? I’m ready for home. Let’s go.

    MARY: It wasn’t that bad, was it? This is such an important event. Think of our boys, and how formative it is for them. Let it be, Joseph, let it be.

    JOSEPH: I’ll try. Now I just need to think of my tired feet and walking for days on end. Left-right-left-right-left-right…. (stops) Mary, you think the boys really go for that kind of stuff, religious festivals and all? I suppose Jesus would, but the others?

    MARY: I do, Joseph, I do. Now keep walking.

    JOSEPH: I just wish we could stay home one year, instead of walking and walking and festivaling and festivaling and then walking and wal…..

    MARY (exasperated): Joseph–Let it be. When you find yourself in these situations, these…times of trouble, just let it be. We’ll be okay.

    JOSEPH: Words of wisdom, Mary. You’re speaking words of wisdom. (Pause) Maybe we should ask the boys what they think about the festival. I’d love to hear Jesus’ thoughts about it, for sure. But I know if I ask him he’ll have some weird answer that sounds more like a story or question than an answer. (Shakes head) That kid.

    MARY: Why don’t you ask them? Jesus, too?

    JOSEPH: I guess I could. But I don’t know where they are. Oh, over there they are. But I don’t know where Jesus is. I hope–

    MARY: He’s not with the others?

    JOSEPH: Didn’t see him. But you’ve got him in your heart, right? So you don’t always need to see him? I was saying, I hope he isn’t up to one of his shenanigans. Remember the summer he turned five, and we had to pull him off the priests’ fee table? He kept yelling, “Pestilentations! Pestilentations!” over and over again. And that’s not even a real word in the English language!

    MARY: And the funny thing is, we spoke Hebrew at the time. Stop making things up, Joseph.

    JOSEPH: How about the other time, when he was eight, when he found a bare patch of ground out in front of the temple, and he started writing in the dust. People gathered around to see what he was writing, but quickly moved along when they saw he was writing their names in the sand, and beside their names, their deepest, darkest secrets. Remember how your old aunt Lydethuselah grabbed her hair and screamed, and ran off?

    MARY: Poor, poor Lydethuselah. Enough stories, Joseph. But I would have expected…. You’re sure he’s not with the others?

    JOSEPH: Who, Jesus? Can’t see him. But he’ll turn up. He usually does, right where we least expect him. You know, just the other day I saw my cousin Alfred, who always lies and cheats and steals, and there was Jesus, just out of nowhere.

    MARY (calling): Hey boys! Have you seen Jesus anywhere? What? No!? Not since Jerusalem? (Frantically turns to Joseph) They haven’t seen him since Jerusalem, Joseph. What are we going to do?

    JOSEPH: Great. Don’t tell me he stayed behind.

    MARY: I think he stayed behind.

    JOSEPH: We’ve been walking for a whole day already–you mean I have to go back to find him? I prefer “pestilentations.”

    *****

    DAVE: It took them a day to walk back to Jerusalem, plus another day or two looking for him in the crowds around the temple until they actually found him.

    JOHN: I wonder if he’d been scared about being left behind.

    DAVE: Jesus was left behind, sort of, but I don’t think he was really left behind. I think he actually chose to stay behind.

    JOHN: Why? Wasn’t he as tired of the religious festivals as Joseph was?

    DAVE: I guess not. In fact, when Joseph and Mary found him, Jesus was in his element.

    *****

    JOSEPH: Excuse me, Mr. Religious Teacher, is that not my son over there, sitting and listening and…. What? Answering questions? Jesus? You’re kidding, right? He’s answering questions? (Pulls Jesus aside.) Jesus, What are you doing here! It’s taken us days to find you!

    JESUS: Dad, don’t get so up–

    MR. RELIGIOUS TEACHER: Sir, if I can interject, I must say that this young boy’s understanding—and his answers to our questions–are really quite amazing. He is quite the young theologian.

    JOSEPH: Yes, well, he apparently has an “inside scoop”–which I would have thought meant he would obey his parents.

    MARY: We are very, very proud of him. But Jesus, Why have you treated us like this? Look, your father and I have been searching for you in great anxiety.

    JESUS: Why were you searching for me? Didn’t you know that I must be in the temple, in my Father’s house?

    JOSEPH: I do not know whether I no longer understand English, or whether you no longer speak it; but the fact is that I do not understand.

    MARY: Let it be, Joseph. Let it be.

    JOSEPH: Okay. Come along, my obedient son.

    MARY: You’re such a treasure, Jesus, down in my heart.

    JESUS: Goodbye, temple guys! I’ll be back!

    *****

    DAVE: And that’s pretty much all we know about when Jesus was a kid, plus that he went home with his parents and was obedient, and that he increased in wisdom, and that people and God both respected him.

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    The Canaanite Woman

    Scripture Mash Up: Isaiah 56:1, 6-8, Psalm 67, Romans 11:1-2, 29-32, Matthew 15:10-28 (NRSV), Spice Girls

    Characters: Jesus, Canaanite Woman, Peter

    *****

    JESUS (teaching): Hey, folks, now listen. Seriously, what is it that makes a person “bad” or not?

    PETER: Not following religious rules? Crossing boundaries?

    JESUS: Not necessarily. It is not what goes into the mouth that defiles a person, but it is what comes out of the mouth that defiles.

    PETER: I’m not sure what you meant by that, Jesus, but I can see you’re ruffling some Pharisaical feathers over yonder.

    JESUS: Let them lead themselves into a pit. That’s how it works, you know: Every plant that my heavenly Father has not planted will be uprooted. Let them alone; they are blind guides of the blind. And if one blind person guides another, both will fall into a pit. Then maybe they’ll see how much of a problem they are–for themselves.

    PETER: Heh, heh. I can’t wait to see this. Where’s the pit? I want to watch.

    JESUS: Peter, listen. Hey everyone, keep listening! We are all at a crossroads. What does God really want? I tell you what he wants, what he really, really wants: As Isaiah wrote, maintain justice and do what is right; God will bring all people–foreigners included–to him. All people are God’s people, and the temple will be a house of prayer for all peoples! For outcasts, too! Remember that Psalm? It goes like this:
    1 May God be gracious to us and bless us
       and make his face to shine upon us,

    CANAANITE WOMAN (interrupting): Selah!

    JESUS: 2 that your way may be known upon earth,
       your saving power among all nations.
    3 Let the peoples praise you, O God;
       let all the peoples praise you.
    4 Let the nations be glad and sing for joy,
       for you judge the peoples with equity
       and guide the nations upon earth.

    CANAANITE WOMAN (interrupting): Selah!

    JESUS: 5 Let the peoples praise you, O God;
       let all the peoples praise you.
    6 The earth has yielded its increase;
       God, our God, has blessed us.
    7 May God continue to bless us;
       let all the ends of the earth revere him.

    CANAANITE WOMAN (interrupting): Selah!

    PETER: Okay, so God loves all people. Right. But tell us again, what did you mean when you said, “It is not what goes into the mouth that defiles a person, but it is what comes out of the mouth that defiles”?

    JESUS: You still don’t get this? For Pete’s sake, sometimes you’re as blind as the Pharisees, Peter. Do you not see that whatever goes into the mouth enters the stomach, and goes out into the sewer? But what comes out of the mouth proceeds from the heart, and this is what defiles. Let’s talk about some examples. What comes out of your mouth from your heart and defiles?

    PETER: Cheesy Valentine’s Day poems?
    Roses are red,
    Violets are blue,
    You think you’re so cute
    But I can’t stand you.

    JESUS: Right! But even more so, evil intentions! Murder! Adultery!

    CANAANITE WOMAN (interrupting): Oh, I get it! Prejudice! Discriminatory practices! Thinking that other people are somehow worth less than you!

    JESUS: Fornication! Theft!

    CANAANITE WOMAN (interrupting): Prejudice! Discrimination! Thinking that other people are somehow worth less than you!

    JESUS: False witness! And slander!

    CANAANITE WOMAN (interrupting): Prejudice! Discrimination! Thinking that other people are somehow worth less than you!

    JESUS: These things that I listed are what defile a person, not failing to observe silly ceremonial rules about eating.

    PETER: I think I understand now. This is all about mercy, about including everyone in God’s love. Whew. Got it. But Jesus, it’s time we leave this place and to to Tyre and Sidon.

    JESUS: Yes, let’s–

    CANAANITE WOMAN: Wait! Wait a minute! Have mercy on me, Lord, Son of David; my daughter is tormented by a demon!

    JESUS: I’m ready when you are, Peter. I’m feeling rather tormented, myself. Tyre and Sidon, here we come!

    CANAANITE WOMAN (interrupting): But Jesus! Wait!

    PETER: Just ignore that Canaanite lady, Jesus. Why’s she shouting, anyway? We’d best move along.

    JESUS: We’d best. After all, I was sent only to the lost sheep of the house of Israel.

    CANAANITE WOMAN (approaching and kneeling): Sir, help me!

    JESUS: But it is not fair to take the children’s food and throw it to the dogs.

    CANAANITE WOMAN: Dogs? Dogs? Is that what you think of me and my people? As somehow less than anyone else? (Pause) But think, Sir, even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their masters’ tables.

    JESUS (taken aback): Yes. I see now. God’s people are all people; God’s love is for all people. Woman, great is your faith! Let it be done for you as you wish.

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    Blessing

    For I’s baby blessing service at church yesterday I put some verses from Ecclesiastes together and read them:

    But if there is a time to weep, there is also a time to laugh. If there is a time to mourn, there is also a time to dance.

    This is a time of happiness and joy, this springtime of new life.

    I, as you came from your mother’s womb, you shall go again, naked as you came, and you shall take nothing for your toil that you may carry away in your hand. So it will be good and fitting that you eat and drink and find enjoyment in all the toil with which you toil under the sun the few days of your life that God has given you, for this is your lot.

    If generations come and generations go, and the earth remains forever;
    If the sun rises and the sun sets, and hurries back to where it rises;
    If the wind blows to the south and turns to the north, and round and round it goes, ever returning on its course;
    If all streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full, and to the place the streams come from, there they return again;

    Just as you do not know how the breath comes to the bones in the mother’s womb, so you do not know the work of God, who makes everything.

    May the light of your life be sweet, for it is pleasant for the eyes to see the sun.

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    Drama: Jesus and the Woman of Samaria

    Exploited from John 4:1-28 (NRSV)

    Moses Joseph (TV show host, at table)
    Yellow Green (TV reporter, with notebook)
    Jesus (thirsty)
    Samaritan woman (with water jar)
    Disciple 1
    Disciple 2 (John, with notebook)
    Commercial voice

    MOSES JOSEPH: Good morning, this is the Jewish Events World Service “MJ’s Pharisee Morning” morning report. I’m your host Moses Joseph, and we start our JEWS News this morning with an update about Jesus.

    Perhaps you’ve heard of Jesus; this is the guy who is going around baptizing people. This morning we learned that he is now making and baptizing more disciples than even John the Baptist.

    Now, we all know that John isn’t going to be around long; he is just sticking his neck out too often, too far. Will Jesus be next to rile the wrong roosters? What do you think?

    And please “like” me on Facebook this morning, and follow me on Twitter, and then tell me: Are you serious about seeking purity? Do you close your eyes whenever you see a woman approaching? Do you have the bruises to show it, from running into things every time a daughter of Eve passes? Are you a–Heh, heh–Phari-BLIND? Send me your selfie, with bruises, to MJ at JEWSNews.com or upload to JewishSelfies.net.

    But back to Jesus. We’ve learned that he has left Judea and started towards Galilee, and have embedded one of our now-baptized reporters with his band of disciples. Let’s go to him now. Yellow Green, are you there?

    YELLOW GREEN: Yes, thank you, Mr. Joseph. I’m standing this morning—

    MJ: By the way, Yellow Green, what were your parents thinking, anyway, naming you a color? But you were saying?

    YG: I’m standing this morning in the middle of a road somewhere near the middle of nowhere. My hair’s very dry now even though I was baptized earlier today, because it’s very hot and dusty out here, and we’re all a bit tired and cranky.

    MJ: What was that like, to be baptized by this “Jesus”? Would you say this baptism is more about ritual cleansing, or conversion, or freedom from oppression?

    YG: Yes. Well, I should clarify that Jesus himself does not baptize, but his disciples baptize. I haven’t figured out yet if that’s because he doesn’t like water, or because he doesn’t like getting his hands wet.

    MJ: But let’s look at what this Jesus guy has done with his life so far. So far in the Book of John he has been baptized himself, gathered a motley crew of disciples, turned water into wine, threw out the business people in the temple, visited with Pharisees and Jews, said he has control over everything, and not baptized people.

    YG: Very interesting.

    MJ: So…what are you going to do next–after you’re done standing in the middle of the road?

    YG: I haven’t heard for sure, but as you know, the road to Galilee goes through Samaria. I’m doing my best to be ready to insulate myself against the uncleanliness of this mixed-breed land, but I’ve heard other disciples saying they’re so thirsty and hungry they wouldn’t be above a Sychar Saccharine Slurpee this morning, and they might head over to the nearest Samaritan Station for one.

    MJ: Of course you, Yellow Green, as a true-blue Jew and employee of JEWS News, wouldn’t dare taste that poison, though! We’ll be back in a moment.

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    MJ: We’re back this morning on JEWS News, talking with our reporter-embedded-as-a-disciple Yellow Green, who is traveling with Jesus and his real disciples. Hello, Yellow Green?

    YG: Yes. We are now approaching the Samaritan city of Sychar. You’ll remember that this is where Jacob’s well is located, so it’s a very holy spot. In fact, it looks like Jesus is going to rest here while some of those disciples I mentioned earlier go get their midday Slurpees.

    MJ: This is near the plot of ground that Jacob gave to Joseph, right?

    YG: That’s right–it’s a very holy spot for all of us believers.

    MJ: So what’s it like to be resting with Jesus?

    YG: Well, nothing’s happening at the moment. His eyes are closed; I think he’s snoozing. Off in the distance I see a person coming; it looks like a woman, so I’d better shut my eyes. But I’ll leave my microphone on and camera running so you can see what exactly is going on.

    MJ: And I’ll just listen, because when there’s a woman on the screen, I shut my eyes, too. Or put on my no-see-’em feed sack.

    (Samaritan woman approaches the well near Jesus.)

    JESUS: Hey. Uh, Would you give me a drink, please?

    SAMARITAN WOMAN: How is it that you, a Jew, ask a drink of me, a woman of Samaria? Most Jewish men won’t even look at me.

    JESUS: But look: If you knew the gift of God, and who it is that is saying to you, “Give me a drink,” you would have asked him…me, I mean…and he…I, I mean…would have given you living water. In other words, you don’t know the favor I’m granting you by asking you to do something for me.

    SW (putting down water jar): You’re doing me a favor by asking me to do you a favor? Sir, the well is deep. Where do you get that “living water”? Are you greater than our ancestor Jacob, who gave us the well, and with his sons and his flocks drank from it?

    JESUS: Look. Are you thirsty? Yes? Weren’t you thirsty yesterday, too, and got a drink, but here you are, thirsty again? That doesn’t happen to people who drink the water I give them. The water that I will give will become in them a spring of water gushing up to eternal life.

    SW: But…you’re thirsty today. Don’t you drink the living water, too?

    JESUS: That’s not quite what I mean.

    SW: Fine. Give me this water, so that I may never be thirsty or have to keep coming here to draw water. Please.

    JESUS: Go, call your husband, and come back.

    SW: I have no husband.

    JESUS: You are right in saying, “I have no husband”; for you have had five husbands, and the one you have now is not your husband. What you have said is true!

    SW: How did you know that? I see you are a prophet.

    JESUS: (shrugs shoulders)

    SW: Here’s a question for you, prophet sir: Our ancestors worshiped on this mountain, but you Jews say that the place where people must worship is in Jerusalem.

    JESUS: Woman, believe me, the hour is coming when you will worship the Father neither on this mountain nor in Jerusalem. You worship what you do not know; we worship what we know, for salvation is from the Jews. But the hour is coming, and is now here, when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth, for the Father seeks such as these to worship him. God is spirit, and those who worship him must worship in spirit and truth.

    SW: You sure act like you know a lot. What I know is that the Messiah is coming. When he comes, he will proclaim all things to us.

    JESUS: That’s me.

    (Disciples enter.)

    DISCIPLE 1: Dude, Jesus is talking to a woman.

    DISCIPLE 2: How did you know. Are you looking?

    D1: No, my eyes are–ouch! What was that?

    D2: The edge of the well. Come this way so you don’t drop your Slurpee in.

    (They stumble to right in front of Jesus and the woman, their eyes still “closed.” The woman leaves to go back to town without her water jar.)

    D1: Why’s he talking to a woman?

    D2: I sure don’t know. Why don’t you ask him? Just say, “Jesus, Why are you talking to a woman? What do you want?”

    D1: I think she’s leaving. Want to take a peek to make sure?

    D2: I’ll look at the ground, for shadows.

    D1: But it’s midday–you’ll see her feet right when you see her shadow.

    D2: Women have feet?

    D1: How would I know? But I can’t hear anything, so let’s both open our eyes on three. One – two – three.

    (They open their eyes and realize they’re standing right in front of Jesus.)

    D1&2: Uh, Hello, Jesus. Uh, want some Slurpee?

    JESUS: Hey, guys. No, I’ve got my own sugar going on. (Puzzled) But I am still thirsty–I asked that woman for a drink but she started getting all theological on me and forgot about it. Yellow Green, she left her water jar. Can you fill it at the well, please?

    YG: Sorry sir, I can’t. I’m writing down some notes.

    JESUS: John, How about you?

    D2: Nope, sorry–notes. And look: now you’ve interrupted my train of thought.

    D1: I’ll do it.

    YG: Back to you, Moses Joseph.

    MJ (snoring loudly, then waking up, startled): Wha–Is she gone? Can I open my eyes? I think I totally missed something here, Yellow Green. What’s the takeaway? Oh, hey: Our time is up! Now let’s get to those selfies of bruised Pharisees, but right after this message.

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    Gamaliel and LGBTQ Church Leadership

    At a recent church meeting my denomination’s quagmirical impasse–what to do about “our brothers and sisters” in the LGBTQ community–kind of set me off.

    Specifically, just reading a statement from the denomination’s executive board responding to a certain church’s licensing of a pastor who is in a same-sex relationship left me asthmatic–I find politics mixed with God-talk generally wearying–and has caused me to elevate to near-doctrine status our church’s simple motto: Sharing and growing together in Christ.

    The inclusion–as members or pastors or anything–of LGBTQ folk by churches in my denomination is a line in the sand for many people. Because I have had few relevant interactions (particularly at church) with gay people, if I speak out for or against anything related to LGBTQ church issues, I must add that I really don’t know what I’m talking about.

    What makes church meaningful for me is meeting with people who are similarly interested in learning how to “walk in the light,” whether that means taking care of each other or being challenged to respond to burglars in a peaceful way or choosing to value a variety of people and their perspectives simply because in the big scheme of things they are just as important as I think I am. We accept the questions posed by Jesus–and lots of other people, too–as central to our discussion, and from there share and grow together.

    In that context of sharing and growing (rather than parsing policy and divining divisive doctrine) it seems to me that if the people of a congregation trust and respect someone–LGBTQ or not–enough to want that someone to be their pastor, I suspect it’s probably best to join Gamaliel in the spirit of his spoken one-minute moment of Biblical fame: “Leave these men alone! Let them go! For if their purpose or activity is of human origin, it will fail. But if it is from God, you will not be able to stop these men; you will only find yourselves fighting against God.”

    If a concern is that following Gamaliel’s advice (by allowing a fellow denominational church move out of a certain comfort zone to affirm someone’s pastoral work) is toeing a slippery slope toward universal destruction, then maybe it’s worth adding that just because somewhere a church in my denomination decides to have a pastor who is LGBTQ does not mean that all at once all churches will be taken over by gay pastors. Pastors are chosen by congregations because their leadership is valued, however that looks to each church; the expansion of our own understandings and comfortabilities is something that can happen as we learn to love and value all people who happen to enter our little spheres–in other words, in the context of personal relationships.

    Denominationally speaking, I like an idea that I’ve learned isn’t my own: Let churches be a federation, joining together and networking for common purposes but retaining their own understandings of “sharing and growing.” As Jesus learned and modeled, it is through personal relationships within and across boundaries–and not through institutional hierarchy or mission statements or statements of faith–that true accountability exists and spirituality can make a positive impact.

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    Vigilante Christianity

    I feel an overall relief now that the recent string of burglaries has been broken by the arrest of a county woman, but in a way I’m disappointed, too.

    Before the arrest, I took much solace in the fact that the robbers (and it was rumored there were two, so one might still be on the loose) were nonviolent and only forcibly entered houses when no one was home to give them “directions.” It was only our stuff and not my family’s persons that seemed in danger, and so, anticipating filing a nominally hefty insurance claim once my beloved stereo, thrift-store shirts, and $180 electric guitar were stolen, I traipsed around taking pictures of everything we own and uploaded them to my private photos account on the web, and then recharged the camera’s battery for when the people showed up.

    I also came up with a number of response plans ranging from vigilante justice to Christianity. When leaving home we of course locked our doors and closed our gates, but I was more concerned about what to do if we were home when They arrived.

    The extreme cowboy in me wanted to move all of our vehicles to another location to make it look like no one was home, then wait with the camera poised, 9-1-1 at the ready, and a heart-stopping greeting for anyone who dared enter. But that would only be asking for a new layer of trouble–for me if not them–and so I quickly scrapped any such notions.

    Besides, our church’s morning service on the very day we learned about the robberies had been about loving the stranger, and the service on the following Sunday, the morning of the day the woman was arrested, was about loving one’s enemy, with lots of super-relevant Bible verses. It was rather compelling.

    About twenty-four hours before learning of the arrest, even before the love-your-enemies service, M and I brainstormed: We could greet the people asking for directions with, “Are you the people we’ve been hearing about who have been robbing homes? Come on in! We don’t have much stuff of much value, but we have plenty of good food–let us get you some.” And so on.

    If that would have gone smoothly, I’m disappointed that it didn’t happen. But at the moment I’m mainly glad that I still have all my stuff.

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    Advent 2013 Drama 4: The Birth of Jesus

    Exploited from Luke 2:1-20 (The Message)

    CHARACTERS
    Caesar Augustus
    Servant
    Joseph
    Mary
    Angel 1
    Angel 2
    Angel 3
    Angel 4
    Angel choir
    Shepherd 1
    Shepherd 2
    Shepherd 3

    SCENES
    Caesar’s palace
    Road to Bethlehem
    Sheep field
    Stable with manger

    SCENE 1: CAESAR’S PALACE

    Caesar Augustus: How great is my domain, the domain of Caesar Augustus! How far reaching is my sphere of influence!

    Servant: Not little, Caesar’s. Good questions, my lord.

    Caesar Augustus (crisply): Those weren’t questions. They were statements.

    Servant: Good statements, my lord.

    Caesar Augustus: Yes, thank you.

    Awkward pause

    Caesar Augustus: So… How great is my domain? How far reaching is my sphere of influence? How many people are under my immense jurisdiction?

    Servant: It’s not little, Caesar’s. Excellent questions, my lord.

    Caesar Augustus: Let’s have a census, shall we? Knowledge is power, after all, and I want more! Send everyone throughout my empire back to their ancestral hometowns to be counted, like sheep.

    Servant: Every last person?

    Caesar Augustus: Other than royalty, yes.

    Servant: Any exceptions? For sickness, or the death of an immediate family member? I know non-essential federal employees can be spared, but how about the essential ones?

    Caesar Augustus: Nope. No exceptions, except for my closest friends and family. Not even for pregnant ladies about to give birth.

    Servant: It is their fault that they’re pregnant, after all. Excellent judgment, my lord.

    Caesar Augustus: Yes! I’m glad we so easily reached consensus on the census.

    SCENE 2: ROAD TO BETHLEHEM

    Joseph: Come on, you old mule-brained piece of worthless horse wannabe.

    Mary: I told you we should have bought that dappled gray instead of this dull gray donkey.

    Joseph: Yeah, yeah. But in your state, you’d need a team of Clydesdales.

    Mary: Come on now, Joseph, it’s not my fault I’m pregnant.

    Joseph: Nor mine.

    Mary: But be nice, love. It’s Christmas, after all.

    Joseph: It’s what, Mary? “Christmas”? Okay, I’m sorry. I’m just really stressed.

    Mary: Me, too–ooomph, I wonder if I’ve been having contractions.

    Joseph: Really? What are we going to do?

    Mary: Maybe they’re just Braxton Hicks. They sometimes….ooomph, there’s another one. Where’s my diary? I want to record everything that’s happening.

    Joseph: There’s an inn. I’ll see if we can sleep here tonight.

    SCENE 3: SHEEP FIELD

    Shepherd 1: Brrr. It’s cold tonight.

    Shepherd 2: But clear. Look at those stars.

    Shepherd 3: Lots of meteorites tonight.

    Shepherd 2: You mean meteors? They’re only meteorites once they’ve hit the ground.

    Shepherd 1: Or you could call them meteoroids, if they’re still in space or if they hit the ground, or if they’re streaking across the sky like meteors.

    Shepherd 3: Yup. Lots of ‘em. Look at those big ones!

    Angel 1: Don’t be afraid.

    Angel 2: I’m here to announce a great and joyful event that is meant for everybody, worldwide!

    Angel 3: A Savior has just been born in David’s town, a Savior who is Messiah and Master.

    Angel 4: This is what you’re to look for: a baby wrapped in a blanket and lying in a manger.

    Angel choir: “Gloria, Gloria, Gloria”

    Shepherd 1: Wow. That was so cool. Should we go to Bethlehem?

    Shepherd 3: What about the sheep? They need a manager, too.

    Shepherd 2: They said manger, not manager. Yes! Right now! Let’s go!

    Shepherd 3: But what about the sheep manager?

    Shepherd 1: Forget the sheep, wool brain! Let’s go!

    SCENE 4: STABLE WITH MANGER

    Mary, Joseph and angels sing “Baby Jesus.”


    Shepherds arrive at the stable and look in.

    Shepherd 1: Look! There’s the baby and his mom Mary, and Joseph!

    Shepherd 2: Just like the angel said.

    Shepherd 3: But where’s the manager?

    Shepherd 1: Let’s tell everyone what we’ve seen! Come on!

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    Advent 2013 Drama 3: The Birth and Christening of John

    Exploited from Luke 1:57-80 (The Message)

    CHARACTERS
    Elizabeth, aged, largely pregnant and then holding a baby, wearing a covering
    Zachariah, aged, with a tablet
    Crowd member 1
    Crowd member 2
    Crowd member 3

    SCENE
    In and in front of Zachariah’s and Elizabeth’s house

    ELIZABETH: You know, Zachariah, you’ve been such a good husband all these years.

    ZACHARIAH (writing on tablet): I’ve tried.

    ELIZABETH: But I’ve got to say, these months of being pregnant–so many, many months–have been the best ever.

    ZACHARIAH (writing on tablet): GR8. Y?

    ELIZABETH: It seems that you have been much more attentive to the things I say or need. We haven’t argued at all! You listen so well. You don’t interrupt me when I tell you–

    ZACHARIAH (chuckling without sound, writing furiously on tablet): Knock knock.

    ELIZABETH (sighing): Who’s there?

    ZACHARIAH (writing on tablet): The interrupting cow.

    ELIZABETH (sighing): The interrupting co–

    ZACHARIAH (writing furiously on tablet): Moo!

    ELIZABETH (sighing): It’s been better, anyway. You know you’re not perfect, Zachie. But I love you anyway.

    ZACHARIAH (writing on tablet): (sigh)

    ELIZABETH: Oh my! Zachie, I think I just felt a contraction.

    ZACHARIAH (writing on tablet): Are you sure it wasn’t the extra pepper I put in this morning’s scrambled eggs?

    ELIZABETH: I’m sure–those eggs didn’t taste any different than all the others you’ve cooked for me every day for the last month. Oh no–here comes another contraction. Count seconds for me, Zachie, like we learned in the class we took called “Getting Ready for That Baby That Never Seems to Come.”

    ZACHARIAH (writing on tablet): One
    ZACHARIAH (writing on tablet): Two
    ZACHARIAH (writing on tablet): Three
    ZACHARIAH (writing on tablet): Four
    ZACHARIAH (writing on tablet): My hand’s getting tired.

    ELIZABETH (exasperated): You’re hand’s getting tired? Your hand’s getting tired? Oh, here’s another contraction.

    ZACHARIAH (writing on tablet to audience): Excuse us, please.


    (Crowd members gather outside Zachariah and Elizabeth’s front door.)

    CROWD MEMBER 1: Wow! Elizabeth had her baby!

    CROWD MEMBER 2: How exciting! Can you believe it’s already been eight days since that little johnny cake popped out?

    CROWD MEMBER 3: It was about time! I thought it would never happen!

    CROWD MEMBER 1: God finally had mercy on her!

    CROWD MEMBER 2 (knocking on Z&E’s closed door and calling out): We’ve come to circumcise your baby.

    CROWD MEMBER 1: Let us in! I’ve got champagne and a hankering to have a christening. How about “Zachariah”?

    CROWD MEMBER 3: How original. Zachariah?

    (Zachariah opens the door and motions them inside.)

    ELIZABETH: We want to name him John.

    CROWD MEMBER 1: John? But that isn’t the name of his father, and wasn’t the name of his grandfather or great grandfather or great-great….you get the idea.

    CROWD MEMBER 2: I have an idea! Let’s ask Zachariah what he wants to name the baby.

    CROWD MEMBER 3: Great idea!

    CROWD MEMBER 1: But how are we going to ask him that? He’s dumb, remember?

    CROWD MEMBER 2: Oh. I’d forgotten. Don’t any of us know sign language?

    CROWD MEMBER 3: I only know the words to “The Rose.” (waving hands like a dove) “Some say love….”

    CROWD MEMBER 1: Okay. You try signing to him. Ask him what the baby’s name is to be.

    CROWD MEMBER 3: (elaborate hand motions)

    ZACHARIAH (writing on tablet): You’re signing gibberish. Maybe you should move to South Africa and sign for the president. His name is JOHN.

    CROWD MEMBER 1: Wow! He agrees with his wife!

    ZACHARIAH: Of course I do! Hey! I can talk! I have a loose tongue! Look! La-ba-la-ba-loo-loo-la-ba-LA!

    ELIZABETH (disappointed): You can talk.

    CROWD MEMBER 2: I feel a deep, reverential fear settling over our neighborhood.

    CROWD MEMBER 3: In all of our Judean hill country, nobody’s going to talk about anything else.

    CROWD MEMBER 1: What will become of this child? This is downright a little bit strange.

    CROWD MEMBER 2: I think God must have a hand in this.

    CROWD MEMBER 3: Clearly he’s going to be healthy and spirited, and he will live out in the desert until the day he makes his prophetic debut in Israel.

    CROWD MEMBER 1: How’d you know that?

    ZACHARIAH: Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel;
    he came and set his people free.
    He set the power of salvation in the center of our lives,
    and in the very house of David his servant,
    Just as he promised long ago
    through the preaching of his holy prophets:
    Deliverance from our enemies
    and every hateful hand;
    Mercy to our fathers,
    as he remembers to do what he said he’d do,
    What he swore to our father Abraham—
    a clean rescue from the enemy camp,
    So we can worship him without a care in the world,
    made holy before him as long as we live.
    And you, my child, “Prophet of the Highest,”
    will go ahead of the Master to prepare his ways,
    Present the offer of salvation to his people,
    the forgiveness of their sins.
    Through the heartfelt mercies of our God,
    God’s Sunrise will break in upon us,
    Shining on those in the darkness,
    those sitting in the shadow of death,
    Then showing us the way, one foot at a time,
    down the path of peace.

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    Advent 2013 Drama 2: Gabriel Arrives Late and Mary Scares the Bejesus Out of Elizabeth

    Exploited from Luke 1:26-56 (The Message)

    CHARACTERS
    Gabriel
    Mary, seven months pregnant, with imaginary donkey
    Elizabeth, aged, wearing a covering, and extremely pregnant

    SCENES
    Mary’s house
    Elizabeth’s house

    GABRIEL (exasperated): Here I go, and I’ll tell you, I can’t say I’m too happy about it. Humans can be so doggone whiny sometimes, and doubtful. I doubt they know how annoying it is for an ANGEL OF THE LORD to travel all the way to some far-out dung hill of a rustic town where they don’t even have electricity yet–and no smart phones. Imagine: No smart phones! Thank God!–just to tell people that they should stop down at the pharmacy and pick up a pregnancy test, since they’re such doubters and all.

    So it’s been six months since old Zechariah and Elizabeth got their so-to-speak “act” together, and now I’ve got to go and tell some other young woman who’s never had sex that she, too, is going to have a baby.

    I daresay I didn’t go through holiness training for this.

    (With some sarcasm)
    Oh look, there she is: Mary. How lovely.

    (Declaring)
    Good morning! You’re beautiful with God’s beauty, beautiful inside and out! God be with you.

    Now don’t get all shaky on me. I didn’t glue these wings on this morning. Nope–they’re gen-u-ine, A-grade alpaca lamb wool lovingly plucked from the heavenly flocks in sheepherders’ paradise.

    MARY (accusingly): Do you always go around telling women they’re beautiful? That’s so old-fashioned. My feminine beauty is not some commodity that I am wearing for your personal enjoyment. You like my hair color, and so you say, “God be with you”? What’s up with that?

    GABRIEL: I did say the part about “God’s beauty” and “beautiful inside and out,” didn’t I? Drat– Where’d I put my notes?

    MARY: You’re still carrying around note paper? Geesh, buster–that’s so yesterday. We’re more into touch screen scrolls around here.

    GABRIEL (pulling out his note paper): Mary, you have nothing to fear. God has a surprise for you: You will become pregnant–

    MARY: Uh, hello. I already am. Notice? This isn’t seven months of Cheetos, here.

    GABRIEL: Oh drat. I’m seven months late? Where’s my Rolex? (Sobbing) Why me, Lord?

    MARY: Is this some kind of joke? I’ve been wondering what kind of surprise (pointing at belly) this was ever since I started wanting kosher pickles for breakfast. I mean, Joseph’s a good guy: We didn’t even hold hands until we were engaged, and then we only did that when his dad was there to supervise.

    GABRIEL: Well, let me catch you up to speed: You will give birth to a son and call his name Jesus. He will be great, be called ‘Son of the Highest.’ The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David; He will rule Jacob’s house forever—no end, ever, to his kingdom.

    MARY: I’m so relieved. Here I’ve been promising Joseph I’ll diet after our wedding so I wouldn’t have to tell him I’m pregnant, which I don’t think he’d have taken kindly.

    GABRIEL: I’m not finished. The Holy Spirit will come upon you–errrrr, I think it means, it already has come upon you–and the power of the Highest hover over you. Therefore, the child you bring to birth will be called Holy, Son of God.

    MARY: Yeah, Holy sure is the right word, here. Holy cow!

    GABRIEL: Would you please let me finish? Did you know that your cousin Elizabeth conceived a son, old as she is? Everyone called her barren, and here she is six months…no, wait…thirteen months pregnant! Nothing, you see, is impossible with God.

    MARY: Thanks for the clarity, Angel.

    GABRIEL: You need to talk with Elizabeth ASAP. And Joseph, too, but I still need to read the manual on that one, so not quite yet. But Elizabeth has something to say to you that you really need to hear.

    MARY: Elizabeth? But she lives out in the hill country! I’m already starting to hate these late-term donkey rides. Okay, okay, I’m going.

    (Rides donkey; arrives outside Elizabeth’s house.)

    Halloooo, Elizabeth!

    ELIZABETH: Holy-Mother-of-God but you scared me, riding up all quiet like that and then letting out a “Hullaballooooo” so loud my little baby–well, he’s not so little now, at thirteen months–kicked my gall bladder again. Why are you here, o blessed woman, who believed what God said, believed every word would come true!

    MARY: To sing with you, Elizabeth! Strike up the band!

    I’m bursting with God-news;
    I’m dancing the song of my Savior God.
    God took one good look at me, and look what happened—
    I’m the most fortunate woman on earth!
    What God has done for me will never be forgotten,
    the God whose very name is holy, set apart from all others.
    His mercy flows in wave after wave
    on those who are in awe before him.
    He bared his arm and showed his strength,
    scattered the bluffing braggarts.
    He knocked tyrants off their high horses,
    pulled victims out of the mud.
    The starving poor sat down to a banquet;
    the callous rich were left out in the cold.
    He embraced his chosen child, Israel;
    he remembered and piled on the mercies, piled them high.
    It’s exactly what he promised,
    beginning with Abraham and right up to now.