Oct
4
Jessica Gerald
This quick and simple skit is taken from Mark 2:1-12. Geared toward a ******* Sunday school class, it is meant to be read aloud as a reader’s theater. It’s a nice change of pace for class and has enough parts for eight students, and one small line for the whole class.
Characters:
Friend 1
Friend 2
Friend 3
Friend 4
Crippled man
Jesus
Pharisees
Crowd – all students
Narrator
Narrator: The scene opens with four men carrying their crippled friend down the road to a house where Jesus is staying. As they get closer, they see that a large crowd has gathered.
Friend 1: We’re finally here. Can you see Jesus inside?
Friend 2: Yes, just barely. But there are an awful lot of people. Where did they all come from?
Friend 3: That’s the way it always is. People follow Jesus wherever he goes. I don’t understand how that man can have so much patience!
Friend 4: That’s for sure. He never turns any of them away, either. He always seems so nice.
Crippled Man: You know, guys, I really appreciate that you went to all this trouble. But I can tell you right now, there is no way we’ll get anywhere close to Jesus. Those people are crammed in like sardines!
Narrator: The friends stopped a minute and laid the cot on the ground. He was right. People were crowded inside and even outside of the door. They were tired from carrying their crippled friend. Did they come all this way for nothing?
Friend 1: There has to be some way. I know Jesus could make you walk again. I’ve seen him heal people before.
Friend 2: I know! It is so cool! All he has to do is touch them and they are well!
Crippled Man: Do you really think he can do that for me? What if he thinks I don’t deserve it?
Friend 3: Well, I’ve been kind of following him around. He didn’t seem to care what kind of people they were when he healed them.
Friend 4: You know they say he is friends with tax collectors. They’re certainly not good people. They are always cheating us!
Narrator: The four friends started looking around to see if there was some other door.
Friend 1: I just don’t see any other way to get in.
Friend 2: Wait a minute. I might have an idea!
Narrator: It wasn’t easy, but the four friends somehow managed to get the crippled man on top of the roof.
Friend 3: Now that we’re up here, what do we do next?
Friend 4: Well, I think the best thing to do would be to try to make an opening in this roof.
Narrator: The men worked quickly. Soon, they had a hole in the roof big enough to fit the cot through.
Crowd: (gasping) Look at that! A bed is coming down from the ceiling!
Jesus: (looking at the crippled man and smiling) You and your friends have great faith. I am pleased with that. Son, your sins are forgiven.
Pharisees: (thinking to themselves) Oh, he’s done it now! Who on earth does he think he is! No one but God can forgive sins.
Narrator: Jesus looked straight at the Pharisees. He knew what they were thinking.
Jesus: Why are you thinking these things? What do you think is easier, to tell this man his sins are forgiven, or to tell him to get up and walk?
Narrator: The Pharisees were caught off guard. They were shocked that Jesus knew what they were thinking. They looked embarrassed.
Jesus: OK, I will show you that I have the authority to forgive sins. (He turned to the crippled man.) I tell you, get up, pick up your mat, and go home.
Narrator: The crippled man got up, picked up his mat, and walked out in full view of all the people.
Crippled Man: Yes! Yes! This is great! I can walk!
Crowd: (talking among themselves) Did you see that? Jesus is amazing! That man has been a cripple for a long time. He just got up and walked out of here!
Praise God! We have never seen anything like this!
This quick and simple skit is taken from Mark 2:1-12. Geared toward a ******* Sunday school class, it is meant to be read aloud as a reader’s theater. It’s a nice change of pace for class and has enough parts for eight students, and one small line for the whole class.
Characters:
Friend 1
Friend 2
Friend 3
Friend 4
Crippled man
Jesus
Pharisees
Crowd – all students
Narrator
Narrator: The scene opens with four men carrying their crippled friend down the road to a house where Jesus is staying. As they get closer, they see that a large crowd has gathered.
Friend 1: We’re finally here. Can you see Jesus inside?
Friend 2: Yes, just barely. But there are an awful lot of people. Where did they all come from?
Friend 3: That’s the way it always is. People follow Jesus wherever he goes. I don’t understand how that man can have so much patience!
Friend 4: That’s for sure. He never turns any of them away, either. He always seems so nice.
Crippled Man: You know, guys, I really appreciate that you went to all this trouble. But I can tell you right now, there is no way we’ll get anywhere close to Jesus. Those people are crammed in like sardines!
Narrator: The friends stopped a minute and laid the cot on the ground. He was right. People were crowded inside and even outside of the door. They were tired from carrying their crippled friend. Did they come all this way for nothing?
Friend 1: There has to be some way. I know Jesus could make you walk again. I’ve seen him heal people before.
Friend 2: I know! It is so cool! All he has to do is touch them and they are well!
Crippled Man: Do you really think he can do that for me? What if he thinks I don’t deserve it?
Friend 3: Well, I’ve been kind of following him around. He didn’t seem to care what kind of people they were when he healed them.
Friend 4: You know they say he is friends with tax collectors. They’re certainly not good people. They are always cheating us!
Narrator: The four friends started looking around to see if there was some other door.
Friend 1: I just don’t see any other way to get in.
Friend 2: Wait a minute. I might have an idea!
Narrator: It wasn’t easy, but the four friends somehow managed to get the crippled man on top of the roof.
Friend 3: Now that we’re up here, what do we do next?
Friend 4: Well, I think the best thing to do would be to try to make an opening in this roof.
Narrator: The men worked quickly. Soon, they had a hole in the roof big enough to fit the cot through.
Crowd: (gasping) Look at that! A bed is coming down from the ceiling!
Jesus: (looking at the crippled man and smiling) You and your friends have great faith. I am pleased with that. Son, your sins are forgiven.
Pharisees: (thinking to themselves) Oh, he’s done it now! Who on earth does he think he is! No one but God can forgive sins.
Narrator: Jesus looked straight at the Pharisees. He knew what they were thinking.
Jesus: Why are you thinking these things? What do you think is easier, to tell this man his sins are forgiven, or to tell him to get up and walk?
Narrator: The Pharisees were caught off guard. They were shocked that Jesus knew what they were thinking. They looked embarrassed.
Jesus: OK, I will show you that I have the authority to forgive sins. (He turned to the crippled man.) I tell you, get up, pick up your mat, and go home.
Narrator: The crippled man got up, picked up his mat, and walked out in full view of all the people.
Crippled Man: Yes! Yes! This is great! I can walk!
Crowd: (talking among themselves) Did you see that? Jesus is amazing! That man has been a cripple for a long time. He just got up and walked out of here!
Praise God! We have never seen anything like this!
Aug
2
Jesus Heal My Heart
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Paul Davis
Jesus heal my heart
When all joy is gone
When I am broken
Dead within
No words left to be spoken
My previous accomplishments
Merely a token
Of past life lived
My present struggles now
Overwhelm and overtake my soul
Nobody near to speak kindly
Nurture and nurse me to be whole.
Not every day is a Super Bowl
Sadly those who know me
Based on my past performance
This consumes their present discourse
As they try to resurrect and push me
To be all I can be
Yet can’t they see
That I’m hurting inwardly?
What good am I to others
If I am bleeding myself within
I bring help, healing, and victory
To multitudes across the world
Yet now my world has been shaken
My hope and joy robbed and taken
Circumstances and people
Have bruised and belittled me
Complainers and whiners all around
Little love does abound
My unconditional love for my tormentors
Is wearing thin
I will collapse unless you soon step in
With such toxic interactions I can’t win
Me centered ministers
Pathetic self-proclaimed prophets
Therapists merely seeking profits
Loved ones treating me like a loser
No this isn’t a pity party
It’s simply disillusionment with life
Exhaustion from excessive strife
Inner turmoil and restlessness
A removal of personal bliss
A tender kiss followed by a brutal hiss
A kind word followed by harshness
Those I need seem to dismiss
And disregard my personal needs
Nevertheless I try to endure patiently
Yet my hurt and pain continues tirelessly
Though I try to ignore it
Within it does speak to me
Therefore I lift my heart up to heaven
Asking You to kindly heal me
Remove these unrealistic expectations
Others put upon me
Give me peace within
That I might be free
Please completely heal me
So I again can live
Wholeheartedly and happily.
Jesus heal my heart
When all joy is gone
When I am broken
Dead within
No words left to be spoken
My previous accomplishments
Merely a token
Of past life lived
My present struggles now
Overwhelm and overtake my soul
Nobody near to speak kindly
Nurture and nurse me to be whole.
Not every day is a Super Bowl
Sadly those who know me
Based on my past performance
This consumes their present discourse
As they try to resurrect and push me
To be all I can be
Yet can’t they see
That I’m hurting inwardly?
What good am I to others
If I am bleeding myself within
I bring help, healing, and victory
To multitudes across the world
Yet now my world has been shaken
My hope and joy robbed and taken
Circumstances and people
Have bruised and belittled me
Complainers and whiners all around
Little love does abound
My unconditional love for my tormentors
Is wearing thin
I will collapse unless you soon step in
With such toxic interactions I can’t win
Me centered ministers
Pathetic self-proclaimed prophets
Therapists merely seeking profits
Loved ones treating me like a loser
No this isn’t a pity party
It’s simply disillusionment with life
Exhaustion from excessive strife
Inner turmoil and restlessness
A removal of personal bliss
A tender kiss followed by a brutal hiss
A kind word followed by harshness
Those I need seem to dismiss
And disregard my personal needs
Nevertheless I try to endure patiently
Yet my hurt and pain continues tirelessly
Though I try to ignore it
Within it does speak to me
Therefore I lift my heart up to heaven
Asking You to kindly heal me
Remove these unrealistic expectations
Others put upon me
Give me peace within
That I might be free
Please completely heal me
So I again can live
Wholeheartedly and happily.