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MIRRORS  3'?m1f Monologue: self image, maturity, Bible reading

(enters, looks around)

Remember those old fun houses at those dingy little carnivals
and amusement parks when you were a kid?

(turns left and right randomly with hands forward while walking
with head down)

The maze with the glass walls never fooled anyone because the
floor was always scuffed up. If you walk looking down at your
feet instead of ahead of you, you could find your way through
without any problem.

(points to imaginary mirrors on audience back wall)

And then you came to the mirrors, you know, those mirrors with
all the bends and curves in them.

(looks in mirror while turning sideways)

They always distort your image. They never show you the way you
really are.

(steps, points to mirror, turns sideways)

This one here, for example. This is my grandmother's image of
me. It makes me look smarter and cleverer than I really am.

(steps, points to mirror, turns sideways)

This is my father's image of me. It's almost the opposite of my
grandmother's image of me. It makes me look dumber, less clever.
For some reason, I could never look at this image without
comparing myself with my sister. No matter what I did to improve
myself, this image was never good enough.

(steps, points to mirror, turns sideways)

This is my sister's image of me. For some reason, this image
always looks like something you scrape off the bottom of your
shoe, except, of course when she wanted to borrow something from
me.

(steps, points to mirror, turns sideways)

This is my mother's image of me. It was never clean enough or
well groomed enough. My hair was always too long and my skirts
were always too short. But for some reason, as bad as my image
was, it was always a step above the image my mother had of my
choice of friends.

(steps, points to mirror, turns sideways)

Sometimes when I gained a little weight, my mother's image made
me look like this, like a hippo.

(steps, points to mirror, turns sideways)

Or like this, like I'm pregnant.

(steps, points to mirror, turns sideways)

This is my pastor's image of me. This image always looked darker
than all the others. And it seemed to always be changing. One
Sunday, this image made me look like I was a thief because I
didn't put enough money in the collection plate. The next Sunday
I could see the start of leprosy on my skin because I was a
sinner. I always felt a little overheated from this image,
because I was sure I was on my way to hell.

(steps, points to mirror, turns sideways)

Then I began reading my Bible and there was a new image. The 
image is not distorted or dark like the other mirrors. It's 
clear and sharp and unchanging. It doesn't rely on the opinions 
of others. It doesn't depend on what I've done or what I've left 
undone. It's my image as God sees me. If I trust Jesus for my 
future, I'll be able to see things the way they really are. No 
expectations, no disappointments, no deficiencies. How can that 
be?! What makes me look so good here, when I was so... distorted 
before?

Now it's clear. (turns, looks) Yes. It's clear. I was made in
the image of God himself, with no distortion at all.

(exiting)

I guess that's why I finally stopped worrying about all those
other images and started concentrating on God's image of me.

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