One Last ThingÖ

By Mark Shell

Summary

This play involves two characters- Man and God.  The man is talking to God, asking him to give him newer and better things.  God generously gives him everything he asks for, except oneÖ

Characters:

Man:  Can be a teenager to middle adult; dressed in casual clothing, a positive attitude about life.
God:  All seeing, all knowing.  Can also be a teenager or middle-aged adult; dressed in white robe or something white; a peaceful attitude.

Script

(Stage is empty. God walks calmly in, stage right. Then, the man comes in stage left, looking about curiously.)
Man: (Walks curiously up to God)  God?
God: (Nods) Yes, my child.  What is it on your heart?
Man: I was just thinking, my job really stinks right now, and I was wondering if I could get a new job?
God: (Snaps fingers) Done.
Man: Thank you so much! (Starts to walk offstage, but before he goes out of sight, stops, turns around, and goes back to God.)  Oh, uh, I was also wondering, my car - itís pretty much run down, so could you get me a new one?
God: (Snaps fingers) Done.
Man: (Thanks God again, starts to walk off stage again, stops, walks back up to God.)  One last thing, my wife - sheís pregnant and our house is one room too small-
God: (Snaps fingers) Done.
Man: (So Thankful) Thank you Lord, so much. (Again, starts to walk off stage, stops, turns back and goes to God.)  You know, Iíve been thinking too much for myself.  I need to be thinking of the World!  So, do you think it's too much trouble, if I asked you to end world hunger?
God: (Snaps fingers) Done.
Man: And while Iím at it, do you think that you could make everyone in the world literate?
God: (Snaps fingers)  Done.
Man: And one last thing God, Weíve got all this fighting going on in our world and everything, so do you think you could let everyone in the world live in Peace?  Weíd be so much better off.
God: (Starts to snap his fingers, but doesnít)  You know, Iíd like to, but I just can't.
Man: (Curious) Why?
God: Well you see, not everyone knows about me.  If I were to do that, everyone would just praise the god they worship, not me.  They donít thank me anyway for sending my only son to die for them.  Some think he was just a teacher.  Others think He didnít exist at all!  So you see, if I were to do that, they would glorify their false god, and not me.  I just canít do that.
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