The Room by Debbie R. Powers
Message:
This is a monologue dealing with our sin and what Jesus has done in His grace and love for us. This is a great drama to present to non-believers, new believers, and seasoned believers. Great for luncheons, youth groups, men’s or women’s ministries.
Cast:
1, male or female, any age.
Set:
none
Costume:
Modern day dress. Wear what is comfortable.
Lighting:
No special lighting required, but could use lighting for a more dramatic effect.
Sound:
Lapel mic works well, but is not necessary if actor can project well.
Music:
To be played at the end. Casting Crowns – “Who Am I” produced by Steven Curtis Chapman and Mark A. Miller. Executive Producer: Terry Hemmings. Beach Street Records, www.castingcrowms.com order # 83061-0723-2
Props:
None, everything is mimed
Special Directions: There will be a range of emotions that needs to be shown while doing this skit. Attitude, shame, fear, shock, rage, humility, relief, love and gratitude. Time:
10 to 15 minutes with special song at end. Don’t rush through, it will be more believable if you let there be the moments where the emotions need to be seen, not necessarily spoken.
Script: opens with actor on stage, looking confused Where am I? What is this room? (shake head) Am I dreaming or am I awake? (pinch self) Ouch! I have never seen so many index card files. Maybe it’s a library? (Look both ways then up and down) These files go forever. This is crazy! Where is everybody? (Shrug shoulders. Walk to wall of files, mime touching the files and reading) Boys I have Liked? The Room Page 1 Copyright Debbie R. Powers, published with approval by DramaShare 2005
That’s a weird name for a file.
(if male actor change to: Girls I have liked?) (open and mime flipping through cards) Mel Truaz, Johnny Miller, Jack Tuton! (Quickly shut drawer) (For Male actor use girl’s names. Can use real names of guys/girls you know) Oh no! Oh no! I know what this is. This room is a crude catalog system for my life. Every moment, every action, big and small – this is my life in detail. More detail then my memory could ever recall. Do I dare? (touch files, look over shoulder to see if anyone is watching) No I can’t. I don’t want to remember! (turn away) But I wonder… (touching files again) ….Comfort I have given… (mime opening drawer and looking at cards.) I remember this time, it felt good. Oh my, I forgot about this – wow! I didn’t realize… good I am glad I took the time. (close drawer) Friends… (Open another drawer) (flip through and smile) yep.. I remember her and him – oh my goodness I forgot about her. (close drawer) Friends I have betrayed… (hesitate, but open) (look sad, angry) Too painful! ( close drawer) Books I’ve read: The summer of Love, Romance at Mountain Spring, Whispers in the night…hey at least I can read. (For male actor, use Movies I’ve seen and drop line about being able to read) (close drawer) Lies I have told: That one got me in a lot of trouble. Woe, that was a whopper. The Room Page 2 Copyright Debbie R. Powers, published with approval by DramaShare 2005
Jokes I have laughed at: That was funny. Umm That was just wrong, I shouldn’t have laughed at that one. Things I yelled at my brother: (laugh, then look sad) I miss him sooo much. Things I have done in anger: How did I lose control? This one hurt for a long time, I guess it still does! Things I have muttered under my breath: Why does this stuff have to be documented? This is so overwhelming. Is it possible that I have had the time in my life to write each of these millions of cards? But the truth is the truth. Each one is written in my own handwriting. Each one signed with my signature. Songs I have listened to: (pull out for 3 yards) Where is the end. On my God (shut drawer) How much time have I invested…? How much time have I wasted? Lustful thoughts: (pull only an inch) I don’t even want to know how large this file is. (take one card out, look at it, shudder, and hold stomach) No, why, why did that have to be recorded? (animal rage) No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room. I have to destroy them! (yank files out, turn drawer upside down, pound on floor) I will pile them up and burn them. NO they’re stuck – come out, come out! (try pulling out with hands and try tearing it) It won’t tear, I am defeated. It is hopeless! (slump on floor – let out a long sigh, pitiful sigh) (notice drawer at the bottom of cabinet) People I have shared the Gospel with… (mime how beautiful it is) The handle is shiny – looks brand new. Almost unused! (pull handle only 3 inches, mine it falling into my hands. Look surprised) So small….. 1, 2, 3 only 4! The Room Page 3 Copyright Debbie R. Powers, published with approval by DramaShare 2005
(tears, weep, sob, hold stomach, shake while sobbing. Fall on knees and cry) No one must ever, ever, know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. (push away tears – mime seeing someone) No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. No please don’t open that! No please don’t read them! Why are reading the worse boxes? Why do you have to read every one? I don’t want to hurt you. Please don’t! You look so sad, please don’t! (drop head, cover face and cry) (mime Jesus holding you and crying with you) I am sorry I made you cry Jesus. (React to Jesus walking away) What are you doing? No! No! Your name doesn’t belong on these cards. You are signing your name over my name… with your blood. (back away as if Jesus is going through every file at lightning speed, follow with your eyes and body, then mime Him standing next to you again) I don’t understand – how could you do it so quickly? It’s finished? (pause) Okay, It’s finished! Can we lock the door? (pause) There is no lock!(pause) That’s right – I have more cards to write. (Start song: “Who am I” by Casting Crowns. Stand still a few moments miming looking into Jesus’ face. Smile, mime cuddling his arm in an intimate way, then walk slowing off stage without letting go of Jesus walking with you. If possible walk through audience and let them see and feel the joy as you walk by. Let song play to the end. The song has a powerful message that fits perfect with the skit. It is important that the audience gets into worship while letting the song minister to them.)
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