By Steve Conley
Person 1 enters. Person 2 is already on set watching TV.
Person 1: So what are you watching?
Person 2 is in a daze while watching the TV. They don’t hear Person 1.
Person 1: (Louder) Person 2! What are you watching?
Finally Person 2 hears Person 1.
Person 2: What?
Person 1: What are you watching?
Person 2: The TV silly!
Person 1: Funny. You’re real funny!
Person 2: What do I watch everyday at this time?
Person 1: Captain Kangaroo?
Person 2: Now who’s funny?
Person 1: I know, everyday it’s, When the Earth Moves…
Person 2: As The World Turns!
Person 1: Whatever!
Person 1 walks over and gets a sheet of paper and pen and begins to write.
Person 1: You shall not have no other God’s before me.
Person 2: What? What are you talking about? What are you writing?
Person 1: Just making you a little check list.
Person 2: What kind of check list?
Person 1: (Pointing to the TV) I believe that could be classified as a carved image.
Person 2: Are you making a law list?
Person 1: Sometimes we need people to show us our faults. God has called me to mission. You, Person 2, are not living for God’s approval!
Person 2: Why you! I’ll tell you what I think…
Person 1: You shall not take the name of the Lord your God in vain.
Person 2: Don’t forget you shall not murder!
Person 1: Hold on there. You need to calm down. (Person 1 grabs his Bible) Proverbs 29:22 says, “An angry man stirs up dissension, and a hot-tempered one commits many sins.”
Person 2: Then you better get another sheet of paper because you are about to do a lot of writing. That is if you will be able to!
Person 1: Hey, don’t get mad at me if you can’t follow the rules.
Person 2: Oh, and you can?
Person 1: Well, I don’t mean to brag but…
Person 2: …where did you get that pen?
Person 1: Pen?
Person 2: Yeah, that pen you’re writing with?
Person 1: Ah, well I don’t know. I mean I don’t remember.
Person 2: You shall not steal!
Person 1: Whoa, are you calling me a thief?
Person 2: I think I better start my own list.
Person 2 grabs the paper and pen from Person 1
Person 1: Well listen, Mr. Bentley can afford another pen. Matter of fact he’s not going to miss that at all with all the money he has.
Person 2: (Writing) You shall not covet your neighbor’s house.
Person 1: Wait! I didn’t covet!
Person 2: That had covet written all over it! (Showing the list to Person 1) Look, do you want to see?
Person 1: (Turning away) I don’t want to see anything!
Person 2: (Picks up the Bible and reads) Matthew 12:22, “Then they brought him a demon-possessed man who was blind…”
Person 1: Demon-possessed?!
Person 2: Hey, don’t get mad at me if you can’t follow the rules.
Person 1: Follow the rules? I’m very good at following. And I don’t think I’m seeing the respect for your man that Paul talked about. You’re an Old and New Testament rule breaker! You’re just not good enough!
Person 2: Are you serious? Mr. straight and narrow! Mr. I walk through the eye of the needle! Mr. I’ve never broke one so I’ve never broke none! Let me tell you. YOU sir, are just not good enough!
Person 1 and Person 2 begin to wrestle over the list, pulling and tugging, until finally Person 1 says…
Person 1: That’s it! I’m getting out of here!
Person 2: Where are you going?
Person 1: To do some good works. I need to balance out my law list!
Person 2: Hold on I’m going with you!
They exit.
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Friday, January 16, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
What does it take?
So what does it take to open up?
What does it take to turn your head?
Life is life and never changes
It just goes on whether living or dead.
Legacy’s forge of blood and sweat
To help those in need is memories cry
Storing up treasure in steel and stone
To only help self is how memories die.
When do you decide to get serious?
About the time it’s too late?
Time can be your friend or foe
Can be productive or a waste.
Seek to serve Him with all you have
Open up your heart and head!
The life you change could be your own
Life worth living lives on when dead.
What does it take to turn your head?
Life is life and never changes
It just goes on whether living or dead.
Legacy’s forge of blood and sweat
To help those in need is memories cry
Storing up treasure in steel and stone
To only help self is how memories die.
When do you decide to get serious?
About the time it’s too late?
Time can be your friend or foe
Can be productive or a waste.
Seek to serve Him with all you have
Open up your heart and head!
The life you change could be your own
Life worth living lives on when dead.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
One Day
One day I will give it all
Today though I just can’t
Yesterday I intended to
That day came and went
Someday I will heed the call
Today is not the time
Yesterday I needed him
But today I feel just fine
Tomorrow I have plans you see
Today is almost gone
Yesterday I felt too weak
And today I feel too strong
One day when the party’s over
Today I party on
Yesterday I can’t remember
That day’s plans are gone
Someday I will turn it over
Today I’m filled with doubt
Yesterday and yesterday
And today has come about
Tomorrow I have all the time
Today is guaranteed
Yesterday I promised God
But today I have no need
Today though I just can’t
Yesterday I intended to
That day came and went
Someday I will heed the call
Today is not the time
Yesterday I needed him
But today I feel just fine
Tomorrow I have plans you see
Today is almost gone
Yesterday I felt too weak
And today I feel too strong
One day when the party’s over
Today I party on
Yesterday I can’t remember
That day’s plans are gone
Someday I will turn it over
Today I’m filled with doubt
Yesterday and yesterday
And today has come about
Tomorrow I have all the time
Today is guaranteed
Yesterday I promised God
But today I have no need
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Let Me Fall
I hold the key to the prison door
Forced to stay and never forced at all
The past keeps me in the future begs me out
The world looks in my window and laughs
Barricades of lenders strap me down
The well of opportunity seems empty
Light shines down but the bottom is dark and dry
I could scream for help but no one seeks an empty well
I feel like Moses viewing the promise land
My eyes can see but my hands can’t reach
“This is what it looks like. Can you see it?”
“Yes, I can see it. Can I go there?”
“No.”
Pounding on Plexiglas
Teasing my senses
Looking for cracks or crevice
Small openings for small relief
Bound by a paper chain
Construction paper and Elmer’s glue
I should rip my way out
But the craftsmanship would be lost
I’m praying to unlock the door
Open to my destiny my yes or no
I’ve served my time and the laughter behind me
Just open the door already and let me fall into my future!
Forced to stay and never forced at all
The past keeps me in the future begs me out
The world looks in my window and laughs
Barricades of lenders strap me down
The well of opportunity seems empty
Light shines down but the bottom is dark and dry
I could scream for help but no one seeks an empty well
I feel like Moses viewing the promise land
My eyes can see but my hands can’t reach
“This is what it looks like. Can you see it?”
“Yes, I can see it. Can I go there?”
“No.”
Pounding on Plexiglas
Teasing my senses
Looking for cracks or crevice
Small openings for small relief
Bound by a paper chain
Construction paper and Elmer’s glue
I should rip my way out
But the craftsmanship would be lost
I’m praying to unlock the door
Open to my destiny my yes or no
I’ve served my time and the laughter behind me
Just open the door already and let me fall into my future!
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Rivers and Rainbows
Rivers and rainbows
Beginnings and ends
Thrashing at the enemy
Dinner with friends
Painful and healing
Searching and lost
Fakeness of heart
Counting the cost
Prison and freedom
Heaven and hell
Some never turn
Some never will
Good and evil
Rich and poor
Picking up pieces
Pounding the floor
Memories and vision
Life and then death
Tomorrow is yesterday
First and last breath
Beginnings and ends
Thrashing at the enemy
Dinner with friends
Painful and healing
Searching and lost
Fakeness of heart
Counting the cost
Prison and freedom
Heaven and hell
Some never turn
Some never will
Good and evil
Rich and poor
Picking up pieces
Pounding the floor
Memories and vision
Life and then death
Tomorrow is yesterday
First and last breath
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Missed Opportunity
Thinking of tomorrow’s be
When life and limb return to ground
Will my future remember me,
Have I let my future down?
Looking back at wasted spaces
Better times, missed opportunity
Empty hearts bore empty places
Fade the tracks of legacy
Eyes well up as the future slows
Growing up retracts his fame
Looking back at the picture show
Frame by frame by frame
Wondering how the morrows be
When life and soul are heaven bound
Will son’s and daughters remember me,
Have I let my future down?
When life and limb return to ground
Will my future remember me,
Have I let my future down?
Looking back at wasted spaces
Better times, missed opportunity
Empty hearts bore empty places
Fade the tracks of legacy
Eyes well up as the future slows
Growing up retracts his fame
Looking back at the picture show
Frame by frame by frame
Wondering how the morrows be
When life and soul are heaven bound
Will son’s and daughters remember me,
Have I let my future down?
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
God In A Box
In a box, in a box.
I have it all right here in a box.
Its got four walls, a bottom, a top
Its even got a latch and a nice fancy lock
Nice box there my friend
May I look, can I see what resides within?
Is it big? Is it small?
Can you put it on a table?
Can you hang it on a wall?
No you may not! You will let him out.
He will fly through the air and wander about.
I keep him here where he’s safe and sound.
If we open the box he will never be found.
What? Just what do you have in the box?
He must be rare if he’s contained with a lock.
Is He full of color? Is he bright? Can he speak?
He’s really quiet. Is he awake or asleep?
He’s awake can’t you hear him pounding the sides?.
“Let me out, let me out” he says but I can not comply.
He needs to have limits, walls you see.
He might do way too much if I set him free.
I hear nothing in there. Are you telling the truth or lies.
I’d like to take a peek with my very own eyes.
Don’t be stingy, free the lock with the key.
Open the lid to the box and show it to me.
I’m telling the truth you will know that for certain.
I have God in this box. The creator in carton.
He must stay in here and do as I desire.
If I let God from the box more of me might be required.
God? You have God in a box?
You have nothing right there in your box.
You can never contain God with four walls, a bottom, a top
Not even a latch and a nice fancy lock.
What? How dare you say.
You can’t talk about my God that way.
In the box He has limits I keep them small like me.
Outside the box I’m afraid I can’t control what I can not see.
The pounding you hear the plea of release.
That is your heart crying out, begging to be free.
God can do great things if you open the box.
Knock down the walls, the bottom, the top.
God sent his son to die on a cross, for you, for me.
So that all lids can be opened and all can go free.
Set the box down, you need it no more.
When you open the lid, you’ve opened the door.
I have it all right here in a box.
Its got four walls, a bottom, a top
Its even got a latch and a nice fancy lock
Nice box there my friend
May I look, can I see what resides within?
Is it big? Is it small?
Can you put it on a table?
Can you hang it on a wall?
No you may not! You will let him out.
He will fly through the air and wander about.
I keep him here where he’s safe and sound.
If we open the box he will never be found.
What? Just what do you have in the box?
He must be rare if he’s contained with a lock.
Is He full of color? Is he bright? Can he speak?
He’s really quiet. Is he awake or asleep?
He’s awake can’t you hear him pounding the sides?.
“Let me out, let me out” he says but I can not comply.
He needs to have limits, walls you see.
He might do way too much if I set him free.
I hear nothing in there. Are you telling the truth or lies.
I’d like to take a peek with my very own eyes.
Don’t be stingy, free the lock with the key.
Open the lid to the box and show it to me.
I’m telling the truth you will know that for certain.
I have God in this box. The creator in carton.
He must stay in here and do as I desire.
If I let God from the box more of me might be required.
God? You have God in a box?
You have nothing right there in your box.
You can never contain God with four walls, a bottom, a top
Not even a latch and a nice fancy lock.
What? How dare you say.
You can’t talk about my God that way.
In the box He has limits I keep them small like me.
Outside the box I’m afraid I can’t control what I can not see.
The pounding you hear the plea of release.
That is your heart crying out, begging to be free.
God can do great things if you open the box.
Knock down the walls, the bottom, the top.
God sent his son to die on a cross, for you, for me.
So that all lids can be opened and all can go free.
Set the box down, you need it no more.
When you open the lid, you’ve opened the door.
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