Practice  Monologues
Casting Type:   Comedian
Humor:   Youth, Teens          
Sucked In, Washed Up, Blown Over

Chippie the parakeet never saw it coming.  One second he was
peacefully perched in his cage. The next he was sucked in, washed
up, and blown over.

The problems began when Chippie’s owner decided to clean Chippie’s
cage with a vacuum cleaner. She removed the attachment from the
end of the hose and stuck it in the cage. The phone rang, and she
turned to pick it up. She'd barely said "hello" when "ssssopp!" Chippie
got sucked in.

The bird’s owner gasped, put down the phone, turned off the vacuum
cleaner, and opened the bag. There was Chippie - still alive, but

Since the bird was covered with dust, hair and all the stuff you find in a
dust bag, she grabbed him and raced to the bathroom, turned on the
tap, and held Chippie under the running water. Then, realizing that
Chippie was soaked and shivering, she did what any compassionate
bird owner would do . . . she reached for the hair dryer and blasted
her pet with hot air.

Poor Chippie never knew what hit him.

A few days after the trauma, a friend who had heard about Chippie’s
troubles contacted his owner to see how the bird was recovering.
"Well," she replied, "Chippie doesn't sing much anymore - he just sits
and stares."

Who can blame him? Sucked in, washed up, and blown over . . .
That's enough to steal the song from the stoutest heart.

    Casting Type:  Teen Male/Adult Male  
    Title:  Dancing Too Fast
    Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?
    Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?
    Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
    Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

    You better slow down. Don't dance so fast.
    Time is short. The music won't last.

    Do you run through each day on the fly?
    When you ask How are you? Do you hear the reply?
    When the day is done Do you lie in your bed
    Going over a hundred chores in your head?

    You'd better slow down Don't dance so fast.
    Time is short. The music won't last.

    Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow?
    And in your haste, Not see his sorrow?
    Ever lost touch! Let a good friendship die
    Cause you never had time To call and say, "Hi'."

    You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast.
    Time is short. The music won't last.
    When you run so fast to get somewhere
    You miss half the fun of getting there.
    When you worry and hurry through your day,
    It is like an unopened gift....Thrown away.

    Life is not a race. Do take it slower
    Hear the music before the song is over.
Casting Type:  Female Teen or Adult Woman
 Busy Martha's Viewpoint
Bible    Reference:  Luke 10:38-42

He came to my house in Bethany  many times.  After all,
the Lord loved us all--not only Lazarus.  We were all
friends.  I simply wanted those occasions when He was
with us to be the best that they could be.  Oh, yes, we
were all in agreement with sharing our comforts with Him,
but I wanted his visits to be more than just attending to
His basic needs.  You see, His childhood home was in
Nazareth. But in answer to the call of Our Heavenly
Father, He had to leave that home.  And when He
returned to Nazareth they drove Him out of the city.  And,
while He called Capernaum His own city, when He was
there He had to live in a borrowed house.  The scriptures
say, "The earth is the Lord's and the fullness thereof,"
but the Lord never possessed a home in it.  Once I
heard Jesus say, "The foxes have holes, and the birds of
heaven have nests; but the Son of man hath not where
to lay his head."  The whole time He was spreading the
good news, and healing the sick, and saving our souls,
He was a wanderer and stranger in the world He created
and came to save.  When the others of us sought rest
and quiet in our homes at night, the Lord had to withdraw
to the hills.  Oh, I'm sure that when He went apart He
rested by communing with The Father…and
remembering what life was like in His heavenly home.   
But still--He is the Son of God.  He deserves the very
best we have to offer.  Fresh food, good wine, warm
bread, entertainment…the things hospitality is made of.   
I love Him.  I simply wanted to do these things for Him.  
And, I could have used some help as I went about the
business of providing those things.  Humph!
Casting Type:  Female Teen or Adult Woman
The Seat at His Feet ( Mary's Viewpoint)
Bible Reference:  Luke 10:38-42

Jesus was on His way to the Feast of Dedication in
Jerusalem, with His disciples.  Our city, Bethany, was on the
way.  So He came by for a visit.  We were glad that He did.  
Me, and Martha, and Lazarus.  We always loved it when
Jesus came.  He, and the men who followed Him, they were
all so full of life and stories and news about what was
happening in the Galilean Provinces.  The news of the day.  

This visit, somehow, Jesus was different to me.  His
conversation was different.  The talk that men talk was all so
very familiar to me, except when He spoke.  He laughed just
as the other men did.  But His laughter showed in His eyes,
sparkled there, infact; and gave me the impression He could
see beyond the comment that brought the laughter.  And
when the conversation turned to serious matters, and the
voices of the men would raise, and tempers would show—it
was not so with Him.  Again, it was as if He could see beyond
the matter, see the conclusion of the whole thing.  He spoke
as one who had authority.  And, the men listened.  My how
they listened, and so…so did I.

His words were alive, life-affirming, words of strength.  I never
heard words like the ones He spoke.  His words opened the
door to an entirely new way of seeing life.  His words made
everything so clear.  And, I found myself slipping down to the
floor, seating myself at His feet, listening as He talked about
the relationship between faith, and holiness and happiness.   
I forgot Martha was preparing food for them.  In fact, I forget
anybody was in the room but me and Him.  As I looked up at
Him, all the things in the room, all the things of the Earth,
faded in the light of His glory.  I found myself lifted above the
tasks and concerns of the day.  (Pause) All I wanted was
more of His Presence, more of the peace and joy and tender
power I could feel coming from Him.   I figured out being in His
presence was life’s most miraculous blessings.  He was what I
needed most in that moment.  I wouldn’t have moved from my
seat at His feet for anything.

You see, (talks to the audience) as I sat there in His
presence, at His feet, and was still, I came to know and
believe, Jesus truly is the Son of God.
Casting Type:  Male Teen/Adult Male
 Champion of Faith--The Apostle John
Book Reference: Max Lucado - Author

He’s an old man, this one who sits on the stool and leans against the
wall. Eyes closed and face soft, was it not for his hand stroking his
beard, you’d think he was asleep.  Some in the room assumed he is.
He does this often during the worship. As the people sing, his eyes
will close and his chin will fall until it rests on his chest, and there he
will remain motionless. Silent.  (Short pause)

Those who know him well know better. They know he is not resting.
He is traveling. Atop the music he journeys back, back, back until he
is young again. Strong again. There again. There on the seashore
with James and the apostles. There on the seashore with Peter and
the boats. There on the trail with the disciples and the women. There
in the Temple with Caiaphas and the accusers.

It’s been sixty years, but John sees Him still. The decades took John’s
strength, but they didn’t take his memory. The years dulled his sight,
but they didn’t dull his vision. The seasons may have wrinkled his
face, but they didn’t soften his love.
He had been with God. God had
been with him. How could he forget?

The wine, moments before had been water—John could still taste it.

The mud placed on the eyes of the blind man in Jerusalem—John
could still remember it.

The way the stormy sea became still just because He told it to—John
could still feel the peace.

The aroma of Mary’s perfume as it filled the room—John could still
smell it.

And the voice. Oh, the voice. His voice. John could still hear it.

"I am the light of the world,' it rang…"I am the door"…"I am the way,
the truth, the life."  "I will come back," it promised, "and take you to be
with me. Those who believe in me, it assured, will have life even if
they die."

John could hear Him.  John could see Him.  Scenes branded on his
heart. Words seared into his soul. John would never forget. How
could he? He had been there. He opens his eyes and blinks.  Most
people talking about the Lord hadn't been there.  Most weren’t even
born. And most who were there are dead. Peter is. So is James.
Nathanael, Martha, Philip. They are all gone. Even Paul, the apostle
who came late, is dead.

Only John remains.

He looks again at the church. What will happen when John is gone?
What will the people say then? When John’s voice is silent and his
tongue stilled? Who will tell them how Jesus silenced the waves? Will
they hear how he fed the thousands? Will they remember how he
prayed for unity? How will they know? If only they could have been

Suddenly, in his heart he knows what to do.  Later, under the light of
a sunlit shaft, the old fisherman unfolds the scroll and begins to write
the story of life…the story of the greatest life ever lived.

John writes…
In the beginning there was the Word. The Word with
God, and the Word was God…
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