An Idiot's Prayer
By Tim Evers
A young male thinks that just by praying, he will get what he wants.
MAN: So, I want a new car. Well, God says to ask and I shall receive.
Dear God, I would really like a new car. Your bud, Amen.
Nothing. Hmm. Maybe I should have told him that I loved him.
P.S. I love you.
a whole lot...
You wouldn’t even guess.
Then again I could use Pastor Dave’s sermon from last week.
(Praying. Very dramatic.)
Oh Lord, how mighty you are. How verily you stand amongst the clouds
of heaven. How verily you are. How verily big you are. Verily, verily,
verily you are. How you dist storyed the Meneonights you stayed awake.
And verily I say unto, you knowith how people thinkith about yon times.
And how in yon times, or in yore, verily you stayed Lord, and never didst
you think about those days that you knowith to come unto I. So if you be
God, or Lord, you perceive, conceive, and all other ceive’s, wouldst you
smite me a newith car. In your light, power, height, and weight, I bow
under. Your sheep, Tim.
(Pause. Looks around.)
Looks like it’s time to play hard ball.
Copyright Tim Evers, all rights reserved.
This script may be used free, provided no entrance charge is made for the
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