Showing posts with label Thanksgiving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thanksgiving. Show all posts

Saturday, November 3, 2018

Thanksgiving Mouse 2018

Thanksgiving Mouse 2018
Psalm 100

Cast:  1 person—adult or youth—who does not mind scurrying around on the stage.
Equipment:  Wireless microphone.  Costume optional. 

Church mouse enters the sanctuary oblivious to the fact there are people in the pews.  The mouse is skipping and proclaiming Psalm 100 in its own personal worship service.

Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth.
Worship the Lord with gladness; come before him with joyful songs.
Know that the Lord is God.  It is he who….  [Jumps back, noticing congregation for the first time]
WHOA!  It’s you people again.  I should know by now that you guys are going to be here Sunday mornings.
But, as you are here and I’m on a roll, listen closely.
It is he who made us and we are his; we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.
Man, doesn’t that sound cool.  We belong to God.  We are really his.  [Raises arms palms up to emphasize the question to follow]  How can you just sit there?
We should be shouting for joy to the Lord!
[Raising hands to the sky and letting lose with joy]
Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth.
[Back to conversational tone]
Hey!  I know every year at this time I drag myself in here because I am stuffed from Halloween candy and can’t talk about anything but turkey sandwiches and dessert crumbs galore under every table.  Make no mistake, I’m still loving the holiday dining fare around here.
[Puts index finger to lips as if to whisper]
But I want to let you in on a little secret.  Thanksgiving isn’t really about food and football.  It’s about, now this is going to be a big concept for you, but if you church mouse can handle it, so can you…
Thanksgiving is about GIVING THANKS! Catch this part.
Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name.
C’mon guys.  When you are here you should be so full of thanksgiving it comes out of you pores. There’s a thought.  So thankful that you sweat thanksgiving.
What else is there to say?
[Raising index finger as if to note a point to follow]
How about:
For the Lord is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations.
That’s some good stuff.  It’s a psalm worth remembering.  You know, most of the time we spend together, I do all of the talking.  How about we say Psalm 100 together?  Let’s give this a try.

Psalm 100

Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth.
  Worship the Lord with gladness;
    come before him with joyful songs.
 Know that the Lord is God.
    It is he who made us, and we are his;
    we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.

 Enter his gates with thanksgiving
    and his courts with praise;
    give thanks to him and praise his name.
 For the Lord is good and his love endures forever;
    his faithfulness continues through all generations.

Wow!  I am so glad, so full of joy, and so thankful that I am your church mouse.  I am truly blessed.  You guys have a great Thanksgiving.

Exit.

The end.


Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Thanksgiving Mouse

Thanksgiving Mouse

Cast:  1 person—adult or youth—who does not mind scurrying around on the stage.
Equipment:  Wireless microphone.  Costume optional

Hello,  It’s me again.  Your friendly neighborhood church mouse.  Looks like most of the crowd has wandered out.  You wouldn’t believe what people say in these pews when they don’t know I’m listening.

I don’t know what health insurance is, but I am glad I don’t have any.  I mean, what are they going to do if my leg get’s caught in a trap?  Send for an ambulance?  I think that costs extra any way.  In any case, people sure do complain a lot about it.  I don’t have it.  I don’t complain.  I am glad just to live indoors.

Wow!   [Scurries to a spot on the stage].  O Boy, O boy, O boy.  One of the kids dropped a piece of candy.  [Puts into mouth].  Mmmmm.  Peanut butter cups, my favorite.

And the election.  Boy that was something.  You would think that the end of the world was coming.  Can you believe it?  People get to vote for who they want to lead and they complain about the choices.  I can’t vote and I don’t complain about it. I’m just glad to get out of the cold.

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!  [Moves to another spot on the stage].  Goldfish.  I love Goldfish, especially the colored ones.  Yum, yum, yum.

And the weather, really, these people complain about the weather.  It’s too hot or too cold.  The wind blows too much or too little or out of the wrong direction or the rain comes at the wrong time or the snow drifted in front of the doorway.  Man, I am just glad to be alive to enjoy whatever the weather is.  This is a pretty good life, hot or cold.

OMG!  Can it be?  [Moves carefully to another spot on the stage].  PRAISE GOD FROM WHOM ALL BLESSING FLOW…   Yes, it’s a piece of a cheese cracker.  It’s a little dry but when you are a mouse, any cheese is good cheese—well except when they put it in the middle of a sticky trap.  At least with the old style lever traps it was over in an instant, but not with these new sticky jobs.  It’s rodent crucifixion, that’s what it is.  But you won’t catch me complaining.  I am too wise for that sort of temptation.  I am thankful for what is provided—crackers, crumbs, or candy—I am thankful to have it.

You should have heard the people complaining about property taxes a few minutes ago.  I can’t imagine owning my own house.  I just find places to hide in them.  It seems like paying taxes because you own a whole big house would be something exciting.

Now what is that over there?  Oh, it’s money.  I don’t think I can use this, except to chew it up and insulate my nest for the winter.  I think I will drop it into the offering plate.  I think these people need it more than I do.  I mean, they are always complaining about not having enough of it.

Complain, complain, complain.  I guess that is what human life is all about.
What’s that you ask?

Oh, today’s message, it was about thanksgiving.  Good stuff, you know.  I think it must rank right up there somewhere behind complaining.

I know that I am thankful.  Thanksgiving means big meals and lots of food dropped on the floor.  I am not just a church mouse.  I am a thankful mouse.

[Exit stage singing]

Give thanks with a grateful heart, give thanks to the holy one, gives thanks because he’s given Jesus Christ his Son…


--The End.