Description

A sweet and tender skit about missionaries, love and serving where God has placed you, he has a purpose for your life. Charlie was very disappointed in his life since all he wanted was to be. missionary. All he got was being a shoemaker. It took a little chat with God Himself to clue Charlie in on the fact that he was right in the perfect spot where God wanted him, grooming several others to serve as missionaries. But he learns that serving right at home, telling young people the story of God’s love, even fixing little shoes, can make a big difference in the kingdom of God.
Good for any time of year including Valentines

Cast:    4 including offstage voice of God

• Charlie: older man, shoemaker
• Jimmy: a young boy 6 – 10 years of age
• Becky: late teen to twenties
• VOG Offstage voice of God
• Note all except God could be either male or female

Bible Reference:    Ephesians 6:7

Set:      bare

Lighting:        standard

  Sound:     wireless mics if available

Song:     none

SFX:       none

Costumes:      standard

Props:     letter, rocking chair, shoes

Special Instructions:   none

  Time:     30

Sample of script:

as lights come up Charlie is reading a letter

Charlie: A final defeat, that’s what it is! waves papers Right here! See this? (reads)
“We regret to inform you that unfortunately, due to your advanced age . . .” “Advanced age?” I will show you advanced age! A conspiracy, that’s what it is!

looks upward, tearful
Why Lord? You know all I ever wanted was to see you, to serve you. But not one single time, in my fifty-seven years on this earth, have you shown yourself to me, allowed me to be your foot-servant. Foot-servant! Feet! That is the sum total of my existence! A mindless existence making mindless coverings to keep the sweet-smelling feet of the privileged from feeling cold, or pain, or sharp objects, or discomfort. A shoemaker. A cobbler. Is that all that they can place on my tombstone?
contemptuously
A shoemaker. A cobbler! Better being a criminal, seems like. At least that’s a something to claim on a life worth living!

Jimmy comes on stage

Jimmy: Hi Uncle Charlie!

Charlie: How many times must I explain to all of you in this town, I am not your uncle, I am not in any way related to anyone in this nondescript village!

Jimmy: Don’t be silly Uncle Charlie, you are everybody’s Uncle Charlie.

Charlie: Listen to me very carefully boy! I do not wish to be everyone’s Uncle Charlie, do you not understand that, boy?

Jimmy: Sure Uncle Charlie, whatever you say. I just wanted to say thanks for fixing my shoes Uncle Charlie.

Charlie: Look, don’t be bringing those shoes back next time you wear a hole in them, you hear?

Jimmy: What’s wrong Uncle Charlie, you seem kinda grumpy. Not like you to be grumpy Uncle Charlie. I know, how about a big hug Uncle Charlie?

Jimmy hugs Charlie’s leg, Charlie tries to be upset, a slow smile comes on his face, he ruffles Jimmy’s hair

Jimmy: There, that feels better, doesn’t it, Uncle Charlie?

Charlie: Well, yeah, guess it does, it’s just that, . . . oh come over here let me hug ya Jimmy!

Jimmy: Wanna tell me what’s wrong Uncle Charlie?

Charlie: Oh you wouldn’t understand Jimmy, it’s just that grownups they run into problems seems like. Do both me and you a favour Jimmy, just stay little and young and unbedazzled.

Jimmy: What’s unbedazzled Uncle Charlie?

Charlie: Oh Jimmy, you’re just little, you wouldn’t understand, it’s . . .

Jimmy: I know Uncle Charlie, I know I am just little and don’t understand, but that’s why God sent me you Uncle Charlie, to tell me all these things. I mean, me not havin’ a dad and all, I mean, what would I do without havin’ you Uncle Charlie?

Charlie: But you don’t understand Jimmy, see it’s, I wasn’t supposed to be a shoe maker, I was . . .

Jimmy: What time is it Uncle Charlie?

Charlie: What’s that, . . . oh . . . (looks at his watch) . . . it’s just about two-thirty and like I was sayin’ I . . . .