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URGENCY  4'?m1f Monologue: witnessing and personal evangelism

(enters cautiously, looking around, crosses to imaginary casket
DC, one last look around, looks down at body)

Hi, Amy, it's me, Liz.

(looks around)

I suppose you want to know why I came to see you an hour before
the funeral. I... I just wanted to talk to you alone... just the
two of us... like we did when we walked home from school together.

(looks around, to self)

Here I am, talking to a dead body. Why am I doing this? If
anybody sees me, they're going to think I have a screw loose.

(looks around, deep breath)

No, I HAVE to do this. (to body) Amy, do you remember all those
times our discussion got around to the differences between our
church's?

(laughs nervously)

You always laughed at me because I always carried my Bible
around everywhere I went. Remember?

(laughs nervously)

And I always laughed at you because you thought you HAD to go to
church on those special church holy days, and because you
thought you HAD to eat certain things and NOT eat others?
Remember that?

(sigh)

I must have asked you a half dozen times, "Amy, what do you
think it takes to get into Heaven when you die?" You always
answered, "Well, if you're a good person and don't do a lot of
bad stuff and if you live a good life and do good deeds, you'll
probably get to Heaven."

(turns aside, sigh, turns back toward body) Amy, I always
intended to tell you this, but I always I choked. I just
couldn't bring myself to tell you. (sigh) Well, here's the
truth. Here's what I was going to tell you a half dozen times
and I chickened out: Amy, it's a lie! It's all a lie! You can't
be good enough or do enough good deeds to get into Heaven. Human
beings are incapable of being "good" enough. There, I said it.

You know, I even memorized a Bible verse to recite to you, but I
never had the nerve to recite it to you. So, let me recite it to
you now:

Matthew 5:20. Jesus said, "For I tell you that unless your
righteousness surpasses that of the Pharisees and the teachers
of the law, you will certainly not enter the kingdom of heaven."

Amy, Pharisees spent their entire lives trying to be good
enough to get into Heaven and Jesus said they're not good
enough. If they can't do it, there's no way any of us can make
it that way either.

(paces in front of the casket)

I guess the reason why I never confronted you about that is
because every time I mentioned the name of Jesus, you got this
funny look on your face, like I was mentally deficient or
something. So, I sort of decided to wait for you to ask me about
it or maybe I was waiting for a crisis in your life, or
something. I don't know. I mean, I look back on it now and think
to myself,

(hand to forehead)

"DUH!" This is a no-brainer! Just quote the scripture. Tell her
that Jesus himself said that there's no other way to Heaven
except by putting your trust in him. What could be simpler!?
Thirty seconds. Give her the chance to make an intelligent
decision. What are you waiting for? This is not rocket science.

(stops, looks down at body)

I guess what I'm trying to say is, if I had to do it over again,
Amy, I would tell you.

(paces in front of the casket)

You know, Amy, now that I think about it, I was really stupid,
you know, I mean, short sighted. See, I was afraid that if I had
told you about the lie that you had believed all your life, you
might get mad at me and not want to be my friend. But, if I had
given it any thought... any thought at all, I would have thought
about the long term, you know, the future. If I had just been
brave, you and I could have been friends for eternity in Heaven.

But instead of thinking about the future, I was afraid of
hurting your feelings.... or, maybe mine. So, I put it off. I
waited. I thought, "There's lots of time." "We're young." "We
have a whole life ahead of us." "What's the hurry?!"

(stops, looks down a body, tearful)

But now, you're dead. And you and I will never seen each other
again. Ever. I'm sorry.

(backs away)

Good bye, Amy.

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