Thursday, December 8, 2016
Cast: One very animated speaker. Gestures and facial expressions must be exaggerated.
Can be from pulpit or lectern so notes can be used.
I started my day right, said my prayers, read my devotion, and set out to bring glory to God. Then the next thing that you know there is this gal making a left-hand turn from the right hand lane. Right in front of me!
I kept my cool, as much as I could. That is to say that I didn’t curse or use any hand signals, but really God—really?
There are people out just doing their best to spit in the grits. What’s up with that?
And then there I was in Walmart—yes, I know I was there yesterday and the day before but you’ve gotta do what ya gotta do—and this old man, he had to be at least 30, kicked the shopping cart across the parking lot. He might have been aiming for the place where you put the carts but he missed and hit the side of my car. Then he laughs out loud where I can hear him and drives off.
What gives God? Can’t you get rid of these yahoos for those of us who are trying to follow you?
And then there was the guy at the basketball game. I have said a few bad words in my day, but this guy ran out of cusswords and starting making up his own. He was cussing the refs, our coach, their coach, and when he went to get a popcorn, I could even hear him cussing out the concession stand folks.
C’mon God. Can’t you just pluck these guys out of the world right now? They don’t seem to love you or us. They seem to be playing for the other team.
[Sighs and looks up.]
What was my devotion about this morning? Oh, it was the parable of the weeds.
[Looks up again.]
What did the workers want to do? They wanted to pull up the weeds. The landowner planted good seed but somebody—agents of the enemy for sure—had scattered weed seed in the field. They wanted to pull up the weeds right away.
[Looks up again.]
What were they told? To let them grow together. The wheat might get uprooted with the weeds. The time for separation will be at the harvest.
[Exhales and big sigh.]
In your time, not mine Lord. I get it. Sort of. I know that you said we would have trouble in the world and that we should take heart for you have overcome the world. Sometimes, it seems that we are ready for the harvest now…
[Pause to think.]
But we forget our commission when we ask for you to come back and judge the world now. We have work to do—work that you trusted us with.
I know that I still have many people to share the good news with. I will do my best to be patient until you say it is time for the harvest.
Maybe by then, there won’t be as many weeds because we did what you commissioned us to do.
[Looks up again, briefly, and shakes head up and down in agreement with what has transpired.]
Well, thanks for listening. You always do and before I call you have already answered. I will do my best Lord, but if you could see fit to somehow let the loudmouth at the ball game catch laryngitis for a couple of weeks during the playoffs, it would make it a little easier to be patient until the harvest.
[Shrugs shoulders and smiles.]