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"Dad's too Busy!"  

While not being heavy-handed, this sketch helps you say...

"Go to Church"  

© 2001 Randy Manning 

Dad – middle aged wearing “around the house clothing”  such as ugly shorts, t-shirt, etc.

 Mom – middle aged wearing “Sunday clothes”

 Jimmy – between 8 and 12.  Wearing “Sunday Clothes”

 Jenny – between 7 and 10.  Wearing “Sunday Clothes”

 God – Man with microphone off stage

 Dad and Mom enter

 Mom                Well, I guess we’re about ready.  (yells off stage)  You kids ready?

 Jimmy               (from off stage)  No, I can’t find my game boy!

 Dad                  Look, young man!  You don’t need a game boy! 

 Jimmy               (enters, holding game boy up)  I found it!

 Dad                  Put that away.  You’re going to church to worship and learn about God! 

 Jimmy               Dad!  The game boy is not for church!

 Dad                  It’s not?

 Jimmy               No, it’s for Sunday School.

 Mom                (yelling off stage)  Jenny!  Come on!

 Jenny                Ok, I’m coming!  (enters)  Where are we going? 

 Mom                To church!  Remember, I woke you up this morning and said let’s go to church?

 Jenny                (with a blank look)  Was that today?

 Mom                (to husband)  Is it child abuse if you give them caffeine?

 Jimmy               (Back in)  Not if it’s administered via a sweetened carbonated beverage.

 Dad                  What?

 Jimmy               (slowly because Dad’s not too bright)  Soda.

 Mom                (leading Jenny and Jimmy out)  You sure you can’t come to church with us?

 Dad                  (walking them out)  (sadly)  No, I just have all those chores I gotta get done!  I   have to fix that actuator valve under the sink.  Then I have to replum the lawn mower.  If I get all that done, I’ll have to calibrate the hot water heater! 

 Mom                (patting him on the cheek)  Honey, you work too hard!  (turn and walks out)

 Dad                  (calling after them)  Yeah, it’s hard work, but it won’t get done on it’s own!  (waits and watches, then, when the coast is clear, runs to the chair, pulls out a canned drink, a remote control and a big bowl of popcorn.  He flips on the television.  Sound comes up and he watches, and flips the channels.  Dad is looking at television that faces away from audience, but audience can hear it.  He uses remote to flip between channels.  We’ll hear something like a basketball game, a baseball game, maybe a soap opera, maybe “Who Want’s to be a Millionaire”, settles on a Three Stooges movie.)

 God                 (Chuckles)

 Dad                  (looks around, sees no one.  Resumes watching TV)

 God                 (chuckles again)  This is a good one.

 Dad                  (jumps out of chair, looking around) 

 God                 I really like this part coming up!  Moe pokes himself in the eye!  (a very “Godly” laugh)

 Dad                  (afraid)  Who’s there? 

 God                 Who’s there?  You mean besides us?

 Dad                  (turns down volume with remote)  No, I mean you.  Who are you?

 God                 You know who I am.

 Dad                  (figures it out)  Charlie!  Wow, you had me for a second!  Ok, ok!  You got me!  This is payback for that ferret I put in your mail box.  Does your postman still have that scar?

 God                 I'm not Charlie, I’m God.

 Dad                  Riiiiiiiight! 

 God                 Do you often confuse “Charlie” with God?

 Dad                  (laughing at the thought)  No, Charlie’s not much like God!  I mean, you’re not much like God.

 God                 I AM God.

 Dad                  (he’ll play along)  Ok, prove to me that you’re God!

 God                 Ok, Thomas, how should I prove to you that I’m the real deal?

Dad                  Oops, you made your first mistake!  My name’s not Thomas!  God would know that!

 God                 So would Charlie.  You just reminded me of someone else who doubted me once.

 Dad                  Who?

 God                 Never mind, so how should I prove to you that I am God?

 Dad                  Well, tell me how many hairs I have on my head.

 God                 Including the 14 you lost in the sink this morning?

 Dad                  Funny, real funny.  No, just the ones attached to my head right now.

 God                 (quickly)  13468

 Dad                  Ok, (realizing that might not have been the most effective question)  I guess I’ll take your word for that.    (thinking)  Ok, in 8th grade how did I show everyone that I had a crush on Mary Singletary? 

God                 You pulled her chair out from under her in History Class.

 Dad                  (proudly)  That’s right! 

 God                 Tell Mary I said happy anniversary! 

 Dad                  Ok, I will!  (thinking)  hmmmmmmm, I know.  Tell me my deepest darkest secret. 

 God                 When no one is around, you watch the Teletubbies.

 Dad                  (disappointed)  Yeah, they’re not on right now. (then realizing)  Hey, you ARE God!

 God                 You know, you really should try that Gingko Biloba. 

 Dad                  I’m so sorry, what can I do for you…(not sure what to call him)  God…All Knowing One… (weakly) sir?

 God                 What can you do for me?  Oh, not much.  Don’t you have some things to do?

 Dad                  No. 

God                 Don’t you have to fix that actuator valve under the sink?

 Dad                  Oh, well….I just…

 God                 Then you should really re-plum the lawn mower. 

 Dad                  Well, I really just thought….

 God                 And if you get all that done, you better calibrate the hot water heater! 

 Dad                  You heard all that, did you?

 God                 Hey…I’m God!

 Dad                  Right.

 God                 I’ve got an idea.  I know what you could do this morning! 

 Dad                  What?

 God                 Go to church.

 Dad                  What?

 God                 Go to church.

 Dad                  What for?

 God                 (like it’s obvious)  To worship?

 Dad                  (with a little swagger)  Hey I can worship God at home.  I can worship God… (corrects himself), you….just as good at home as I can at church! 

 God                 Ok, do it.

 Dad                  What?

 God                 Do it.  Worship God.

 Dad                  (taken aback)  Right here….right now?

 God                 (with authority)  Right here, and right now.  Go ahead.  Worship!

 Dad                  (stands uncomfortably, wrings hands,  switching weight from one leg to the other, tugs at shirt collar as if it’s too tight…Then finally and weakly sings)  Kum Ba Yah., my Lord, Kum Ba Yah.,  Kum Ba Yah…..(stopping)  Why do I have to go to church.   Isn’t it kind of a woman thing?

 God                 Your Dad used to take you to church.  He took you to Sunday School too!

 Dad                  Yeah, but I don’t want to sit thru a long service!

 God                 13467

 Dad                  What?

 God                 Sorry, you just lost a hair.

 Dad                  Oh…(back on the subject)  But I send my kids to church! 

 God                 You should be taking them. 

 Dad                  But I don’t want to go to church!

 God                 13466

 Dad                  (covering hair)  Stop it!

 God                 Are you going to start going to church?

 Dad                  Sundays are such a busy day for me.

 God                 13465

 Dad                  (covering hair again)  Ok, Ok, I’ll go!  I’ll go!  I’m leaving now!

 God                 Good!  Oh, and one more thing!

 Dad                  What?

 God                 Sign up for a Bible study.

 Dad                  (adamantly)  Now that’s where I draw the line!

 God                 13464

 Dad                  But…

 God                 63

 Dad                  (louder) But…

 God                 62 

Dad                  (louder)  Ok!  Ok!  I’ll do it!  I’m leaving for church now!  (picks up remote and points it at the television.)

 God                 Hey, can you leave that on? 

 Dad                  Why?

 God                 “Andy Griffith” is next.

 Dad                  (coyly)  Aren’t you going to church?

 God                 I’m already there.

 Dad                  Oh…yeah.  (sheepishly)  ‘Guess so.  (slowly moves toward the door.)

 God                 Oh, and Ed?

 Dad                  (stops)  Yeah?

 God                 Would you do me a favor?

 Dad                  (with a whine)  What kinda fav……(realizes and quickly starts fixing his hair with his hands and says)  Yes!  I would love to do you a favor!

 God                 Great.  I’d like you to relay a little message for me?

 Dad                  Of course. 

 God                 Tell Pastor ________________, (insert your pastor’s name here) God says, “Wind your watch more often.”  It seems to be slowing down during the sermon.  (or, you may insert a “running joke” at your church here, stop wearing the orange tie, don’t tell the “Rabbi story” again, etc.)

 Dad                  (swallows hard)  Right!  (He exits)

(This is a sample only.  This material is copywrited.  Do not print.  Do not copy.)
(The rights to copy and perform are only available by purchase.) 
(You may read this only as an example of the types of material written by Randy Manning.)
(All Rights Reserved.)

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