Built to Last-Drama Skit

Built to Last-Drama Skit

Themes: Building character in children; listening to God's call; being open to new possibilities
Categories: With God, Children 
Summary:

Deb is happily working at her construction site when she hears booming voice speak to her.  At first she thinks it's her hammer but quickly realizes it's the voice of God.  Deb, still not completely convinced about the identity of the "voice," becomes convinced when God appears to her with a special request.  It seems God wants to use her construction "know how" to build up children, by teaching them ideals such as honesty, respect and the difference between right and wrong. Deb isn't sure she's the right person for the job, but God promises he will give her all the "tools" she'll need.

 
 
Style: Comedy

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Characters: 2 (1 Male, 1 Female)
The female character in this skit can be easily adapted to be a male instead.
Length: 3-5 minutes
 
Excerpt (Sample)

 

Setting: A construction zone. Wood planks, hammers, drills, saws etc. and other tools are scattered on the stage.

As the scene opens, a woman dressed as a construction worker is hammering a nail into a piece of wood.

Deb:

(singing as she hammers, to the tune of  "This is the way we wash our clothes" etc)

"This is the way we hammer a nail, hammer a nail, hammer a nail.

This is the way we hammer a nail, so early in the morning."

God:

(deep, booming voice heard off stage)  Yo! You there!

Deb:

(a bit startle) What was that? (looks around) It almost sounded like thunder. (looking up) But it doesn't look like rain. 

God:

 It's me. 

Deb:

(looks around again, then looks at her hammer and talks to it) It's you?

God:

 Yes, it's me.  I want to talk to you.

Deb:

(talking to the hammer, fascinated) I didn't know you could talk.

God:

I haven't talked out loud like this in quite awhile but I assure you, I can talk.

Deb:

This awesome!  I've got the world's only talking hammer!

God:

(insulted) Hammer? I'm not a hammer!

Deb:

Oh.  I'm sorry.  (puts the hammer down and begins to talk to the other tools) Are you the saw?

God:

No!

Deb:

(continues to look at the other tools) My drill?

God:

No!  I'm God!

Deb:

(not believing it for a second) No way!  God doesn't talk like this!

God:

(sarcastic) Oh, but a hammer does?

Deb:

(smiling, looking around) Am I being "punked?"  

God:

You're not being "punked." I'm God.

Deb:

(searching in various places on the stage) Did you do this, Josh? Where's the camera? Is it in here?  (she lifts up something on stage and examines it)  

God:

(sighs) This isn't working. Look, I'll come down there. 

Deb:

(carefully examining the stage) I don't know how you did this, Josh, but you're good.  I don't see any wires or anything.

God enters.  He is dressed in bib overalls.

Deb:

(seeing God, she is confused) Who are you?

God:

I told you, I'm God.

Deb:

You don't look like God. Where's your long flowing beard and white robe?

God:

(shakes his head and sighs) You're worse than Moses.  Do I need a burning bush to convince you too?

Deb:

Huh?

God:

(raising his voice) Look Debra Marie Mielke if you ever want to move to the Bahamas and build a beach house then you will listen to me. Now!

Deb:

(gasps) How did you know that?  I've never told a living soul about wanting to do that!

God:

I told you, I'm God. 

Deb:

(stunned) You really are Him, aren't you? 

God nods his head "yes"

Deb:

Why are you dressed like Farmer Fred?

God:

I wanted to appear in a form you could relate to. 

Deb:

So you dressed like my Uncle Fred? He's a farmer, you know.  

God:

I know.

Deb:

Oh, right.  Of course you do.  How is Uncle Fred anyway?  I haven't talked to him in quite a while. 

God:

He's fine but that's really not important right now.  Deb, I'm here because I've got a job for you to do.

Deb:

(very excited) A job?  For me?  What is it?  Is it building a huge tower?  I've always wanted to do that!

God:

No, it's something much more important than that.

Deb:

A mansion?  Cause that would be so cool!

God:

No, it's something much bigger than that.

Deb:

Is it another ark?  Am I going to be like Noah?  Are you planning on flooding the earth again?  Because if so, I really need to get some flood insurance first.

God:

No, no, no.  It's nothing like that. 

Deb:

Then what do you want me to build?

God:

I want you to build up children.

Deb:

(confused) Say what?