Bob and Marcia Meet the Sidewalk Prophet
BOB – Crabby “Archie Bunker” type character
MARCIA – Bob’s curious, sweet wife
SIDEWALK PROPHET – Street preacher who dramatically reads the Word of God
Bob and Marcia decide to do some downtown shopping and encounter the Sidewalk
(Sidewalk Prophet stands stage left, holding a Bible,
dramatically reading from Hebrews 12 and 13. Bob and Marcia enter from behind
the audience, walking toward the stage. Bob is holding a cell phone to his
Isn’t this wonderful? I love shoppin’ downtown.
You have not come to a mountain that can be touched and that is burning with
fire; to darkness, gloom and storm; to a trumpet blast or to such a voice
speaking words that those who heard it begged that no further word be spoken to
them, because they could not bear what was commanded: "If even an animal touches
the mountain, it must be stoned." The sight was so terrifying that Moses said,
"I am trembling with fear."
Yep, I’m wit’ da wife today. We’re downtown… Shoppin’.
Hey Bob, do you hear dat voice? I sees him! Look Bob, right over dare!
Yeah, Marcia, I hears him and now I sees him. All dis traffic – plus that joker
– means I can’t hear Murray.
Stop! (suddenly stands still and stops Bob with her arm). Listen to
But you have come to Mount Zion, to the heavenly Jerusalem, the city of the
living God. You have come to thousands upon thousands of angels in joyful
assembly, to the church of the firstborn, whose names are written in heaven.
Amazin’, just amazin’.
You have come to God, the judge of all men, to the spirits of righteous men made
perfect, to Jesus the mediator of a new covenant, and to the sprinkled blood
that speaks a better word than the blood of Abel.
What? Oh forget it Murray. I can’t hear you anyway. Dese tings don’t work so
well downtown. (shuts off the cell phone).
See to it that you do not refuse him who speaks.
Come on, Bob, we gotta go over there an’ listen to him real close.
Wha…?!? Wait, Marcia, wait!
(Marcia goes up on stage, and then stands near the Sidewalk
Prophet, listening intently.)
If they did not escape when they refused him who warned them on earth, how much
less will we, if we turn away from him who warns us from heaven? At that time
his voice shook the earth, but now he has promised, "Once more I will shake not
only the earth but also the heavens." The words "once more" indicate the
removing of what can be shaken—that is, created things—so that what cannot be
shaken may remain.
(As the Prophet speaks, Marcia tilts her head, and nods.)
Ahh…like all the earthquakes and volcanos we been havin’, hey?
(shaking his head in disgust, walks toward the stage) Wifes dese days, I’ll tell
ya. I take her shoppin’ just like she (mocks Marcia) always wanted all dese
years, and what does she do? Goes and listens to a religious nutcracker.
Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be
thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe, for our "God is
a consuming fire."
(Bob makes his way on stage and taps Marcia on the
Whaddya doin’ over here? I thought you wanted to go shoppin’?
Hebrews 13. Keep on loving each other as brothers.
Now hold on Bob, just a minute (pushes his hand away) – just a minute!
(looks back at the Sidewalk Prophet)
(turns his head and looks directly into Marcia’s eyes)
Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have
entertained angels without knowing it.
(continues reading) Remember those in prison as if you were their fellow
prisoners, and those who are mistreated as if you yourselves were suffering.
Wow, Bob, dis is amazin’, just amazin’. (raises one hand toward heaven) Thank
You, Lord. (then looks back at Bob, seriously and directly) Dis man is an
What? Dis’ man? Are you—
No Bob, I am not crazy – don’t ever say dat.
I didn’t mean it.
Oh, but you almost said it.
I’m sorry, Marcia. I love you, babe.
I’m sorry, too. I love you more.
Marriage should be honored by all…
Reference: Hebrews 12:14-29; 13:1-4a (NIV - New
--bro. tim pickl
Saturday April 17, 2010 A.D.
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