by Ryne Mimbs
A hurting young manís prayer is answered in a very personal way.
Humorous, with a powerful message. Deals with who God is, justice,
grace, and dealing with grief.
God (can be played on-stage or as an off-stage voice)
Dave: Lord, I just donít understand sometimes. I mean, youíre
a gracious, loving God, yet there is so much pain in the world. Why?
If you are so just, (breaking down) why do bad things happen to good people?
Why doesnít justice prevail?!? Why, God, why?!?
God: Stop yelling, Iím not deaf.
Dave: What? God? What are you doing here?
God: Talking to you, of course.
Dave: I thought you only talked to saints and the folks in the
God: Of course not. I talk to all my children. In
some fashion or another. It may be like this or it could be in a
reading or a sermon or a quiet whisper. I do so love those whispers.
Dave: Yeah, but, why me?
God: Youíve got questions. Iíve got answers. Hmmm.
Someone should use that for an advertisement.
Dave: Wait, so youíre saying that youíre going to answer all
God: Something like that. You do have questions right?
Dave: Definitely. Um, what is...
God: ....the meaning to life? Please, if I hear that question
one more time, I think Iím going to go insane.
Dave: (testing) Ok, why is the sky blue?
God: Cuz I said so. I actually preferred green, but then
you get into that whole visible color spectrum thing, and I didnít want
to go back and change all that again. Do you know how long it took to get
Dave: Right....ok, does..
Dave: If there were...
Dave: If a train left...
God: 14. Yes. No. 3. The French.
War of 1812. And because I said so.
Dave: Well, that takes care of my homework for the next three
years. But why...
God: I think you know that one.
Dave: Oh. Is it because...
Dave. Ohhhh. Well, could you at least let me finish a coherent
God: I knew you would say that.
Dave: I noticed. Well, I think thatís all I have to ask.
God: What about your prayer?
God: Well, thatís why I came in the first place. You raised
some interesting questions in your prayer.
God: Yeah. I mean, Iíve heard them before, but your emotion
and feeling behind them is rare.
Dave: Because Iím serious about them. I mean, God.
Youíre supposed to be so gracious and loving and yet you allow so much
pain and suffering to go on in this world. Why?
God: Because I love you.
God: I allow you to have free choice. I never force anyone
to do anything. Thatís why there is so much pain. Because people
choose to let it happen and to do things that make it happen. Believe
me, I hate it as much as you do, but would you rather me be a tyrant and
force you to do things against your will? No. Itís because
I love you, that I allow you to make your own choices.
Dave: But why donít you punish those that do wrong? Youíre
supposed to be just!
God: You want just? Proper justice would have me smite
all of you every few minutes. You talk to your friends, SMITE!
You look at a girl, SMITE! Talk back to your parents, SMITE!
SMITE, SMITE, SMITE, SMITE, SMITE! Uh-oh, I think I might get to
Dave: Well, why donít you?
God: Justice is what you deserve, mercy is what you need, and
what I give through my son, Jesus Christ. I offer you my mercy and
grace, but it is ultimately your choice whether or not to accept it.
Dave: But why not punish those that (trying not to cry)......that
God: I know that it hurts, Dave, but no amount of anger or hatred
can bring her back.
Dave: But you could have stopped him!
God: I could have, yes. I could have stopped him drinking,
from robbing that store, from killing your sister. But I didnít.
God: But I tried. I put people and things to stop him.
But it all comes back to choices. He chose to do all those things.
I donít stop people from choosing.
Dave: Because you ďloveĒ us, right?
Dave: But he was acquitted!
God: Choices, choices, choices. But I used this to bring
about some good. What you donít know, is that your sister witnessed
to several people in her last moments and several of them have come into
the fold because of it. She even witnessed to her killer. And
believe me, it had an effect. It is now his choice whether or not
to turn to me.
Dave: And youíre just going to forgive him? Why?
God: Because I love him. The same way I love you and have
God: Youíre not perfect, Dave. But when you called on the
name of my son, Jesus Christ, to save you, I forgave you. And if
your sisterís killer does the same, Iíll forgive him.
Dave: I understand now.
God: I know.
Dave: It just hurts so bad, though.
God: The painís not going to just go away, not for a while.
But you will eventually smile again. And you will laugh again.
and you will spread my word through your sisterís and ultimately your story.
And I will be there through all of it. I promise.
Dave: I know. Thank you.
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