I'm reading Kyle Idleman's "Not a Fan," and a chapter I read this morning led to an interesting realization. Jesus pursues us like a romantic lover, but he wants us to choose to love him rather than compel us to love him back. Yet how do many Christians act when telling the world about Jesus? Do we go in like the good friend of the love struck Romeo to tell Juliet that he likes her, or do we go in like goon henchmen trying to strong arm people into the faith?
So like always... I turned that thought into a sketch - one that ties in nicely with my own book Company Man. (Though I strongly recommend Not a Fan as well.)
Enjoy.
Strong Arm Evangelism
By John Cosper
CHARACTERS
The Guy- Represents "You Know Who"
Jerry- The Guy's friend
Denise- A girl the Guy really loves
Denise is sitting at a table, reading a Harry Potter book. She is wearing a nice knee-length skirt and shirt. There's a coffee with no lid (not hot!!) on the table in front of her. The Guy and Jerry enter and sit at another table with their own drinks. The Guy points at Denise.
GUY: There she is.
JERRY: (looks) That girl?
GUY: That's her.
JERRY: Wow. She's pretty.
GUY: I love her, Jerry. I really do.
JERRY: So why don't you go and talk to her?
GUY: I could, but I want you to do it.
JERRY: You want me to do it?
GUY: Yes.
JERRY: Why me?
GUY: (quickly, like a commercial disclaimer) Because the whole point of this skit is to illustrate the way Christians fail to properly share Christ's love with the world, and if I go over and talk to her, there's no metaphor.
JERRY: What was all that you just said?
The Guy looks at the audience, then back to Jerry.
GUY: My knee hurts. I can't walk over there.
JERRY: Oh, okay.
GUY: Good. Now get over there.
JERRY: What do I tell her?
GUY: What I told you on the way here. I love her. I can't stop thinking about her. I'd pursue her to the ends of the Earth just to be with her. Can you do that?
JERRY: Sure, Guy. Anything for you.
The Guy nods. Jerry stands and walks over to Denise.
JERRY: Hey, you. You see that guy over there?
DENISE: (looks at the Guy) Yes.
JERRY: He likes you.
DENISE: Does he now?
JERRY: Oh yeah. He can't stop thinking about you. Matter of fact, he loves you.
DENISE: He loves me?
JERRY: More than anything in the world.
DENISE: That's so sweet.
JERRY: Matter of fact, he's go to the ends of the Earth just to be with you.
DENISE: Aww.
JERRY: Yeah, he really loves you. And he sent me over here to tell you he wants to have a relationship.
DENISE: That's very sweet of him.
JERRY: Yeah, it is. So why don't you be a good girl and go talk to him?
DENISE: I'd like to, really, but I'm not ready for a relationship.
JERRY: (taken aback) What?
DENISE: I'm not interested in a relationship.
JERRY: But he loves you.
DENISE: (polite as can be) I'd really rather just sit and read my book, if you don't mind.
She goes back to her book. Jerry starts to take on a darker tone, like a Mafia enforcer. He pushes her book down to make eye contact.
JERRY: I don't think you understand. He doesn't want a debate about it. He wants a relationship with you.
DENISE: I'm flattered, really, but I don't want a relationship.
JERRY: I think you do.
DENISE: No, I really don't.
JERRY: But he loves you!
DENISE: Will you please leave me alone?
The Guy watches in horror as Jerry becomes more hostile.
JERRY: No! No, I will NOT leave you alone! My friend over there went to a lot of trouble to find you. Now you get out of that chair, and get over there!
DENISE: No!
JERRY: I said get!
DENISE: I said NO!!!
JERRY: (yelling) You don't want to be loved? You don't want what could be the greatest relationship you could ever have?
DENISE: Just leave me alone, please.
JERRY: (screaming) Fine! You don't want to be with him? Don’t be with him! In fact, you CAN'T be with him because he doesn't want to be with you! You just stay there, and don't ever bother talking to him ever again, do you hear me? Why I wouldn't let you talk to him if you got on your hands and begged me! You don't deserve a guy like him! He could do way better than you any day! You read bad books, your skirt's too short, and you got too many nose hairs hanging out of that nostril of yours!
Denise gasps. The Guy smacks his forehead in embarrassment.
JERRY: Why don't you braid that thing and put a bead on the end of it, you lousy hippy!
Jerry grabs her drink and throws it in her face. He stomps back over to the guy.
GUY: (stunned, shocked, appalled) What... What…?
Jerry picks up his drink casually, shaking the dust off his feet (in the metaphorical sense).
JERRY: Sorry, Guy, she's just not into you.
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