Dad, Does God Play Football?
Drama
Graduation Is Not For Angels
Contemporary Christian Dramas
Object:
Victory in one's Christian life often comes down to priorities, priorities that the world parades before God's people as everyday fare. However, sometimes "everyday fare" can rob us of the very life of Christ.
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Setting: An ordinary family living room
Characters:
FATHER: Energetic, an obvious football fanatic
SON: Twelve to fourteen years old, warm, open, serious thinker
Costumes: Modern casual at home dress; Son has on a football cap
Props: Two chairs, or a chair and a couch, television, phone, large bowl of popcorn, tape of a football game
Scene: The present, Saturday afternoon
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FATHER: (Sitting on couch in front of the television set, bowl of popcorn is in his lap. He is watching intently, while stuffing popcorn in his mouth. Football game sounds are in the background. He is obviously into the game and very frustrated. Jumps up, gestures, and shouts) Another fumble! I can't believe it! What's the matter with you, guys. That was a perfect throw! Absolutely perfect! (Continues to mumble as he sits back down)
SON: (Enters and flops down on chair beside his father) Dad, do you have time to talk? You promised last night we'd have time today.
FATHER: (Continues to stare at the screen) Sure ... sure. You know, if the Steelers win this one, they'll be number one. (Excitedly) Yes! First down! Okay, keep your heads now, keep your heads!
SON: Dad, I've been wondering ... how does a person get to heaven? A bunch of us were talking at noon break, and someone said everyone goes to heaven when they die. Is that right?
FATHER: (Nervously continues to munch popcorn as he stares at the screen) Ah, sure ... something like that. Wow! Look at that! Boy, does that wide receiver have legs. (Excitedly) Go, go, go! First down! All right! (Keeps eye on screen) Remind me to throw you a few balls later. I'll bet you could be that good some day if you worked at it.
SON: (Frustrated) Dad, I don't like football!
FATHER: Oh, yes, you do, Son. Every man likes football. You'll make your father so proud -- my boy playing for the NFL. You'll like it, you'll see.
SON: (Softly, almost to himself) Don't think so. (Pauses) Dad, what do people do in heaven?
FATHER: Oh, lots of things ... fly around, play the harp, sing, all that kind of good stuff. (Jumps to his feet) What's that coach thinking anyway! You don't kick a field goal from 49 yards with the kicking talent he's got. That's suicide! (Collapses with a groan)
SON: (After a long pause) Dad, isn't heaven supposed to be fun?
FATHER: Yah, sure. Wide! Wide! (Jumps to feet) I knew that stupid kick would be wide. That guy needs glasses! (Collapses) Oh, I don't believe this!
SON: Dad, do they have football in heaven?
FATHER: (Eyes still on screen) Football in heaven? Probably.
SON: (Excitedly) Really? You mean God plays football? You're not putting me on, are you?
FATHER: Interception! Atta way to go! Okay, okay, guys, don't blow this one. Seven-seven, three minutes to go. (Pause) What did you ask me?
SON: (Exasperated) Whether God plays football. And you said, "Yes."
FATHER: (Never taking his eyes from screen) I did? Well, He doesn't. He's God. He's too busy listening to prayers, running the world -- big stuff.
SON: And you also said when people die they all go to heaven. How about that?
FATHER: I said that? People have to believe Jesus died on the cross for their sins. They ask him to become their Savior. Okay, guys, it's up to you. Don't let me down now ...
SON: Dad, if there's no football in heaven, do you want to go there?
FATHER: Ya, sure, it'll be a blast. Okay, second down ... interception! Interception! Got to call Mike. (Picks up the phone and dials) Mike, hey, man, can you believe that last play? What's with the loose fingers Steelers anyway?
SON: (Stands up) Dad, I have a feeling heaven just might not be the place for you. I don't think you'd like it. I'm not even sure it's the place for me. (Sighs and slowly walks off)
FATHER: (Sputters) Wha...? What brought this on? Mike, you'll never believe what my kid just said to me. Said he didn't think heaven was the place for either him -- or me. Give kids a Christian home, everything they want and that's what you get. By the way, I'll call you when the game's over, and we can decide who's going to be worship leader tomorrow morning in church. Heads, it's me; tails, it's you. I just can't figure it out. Where'd my kid get the idea he wouldn't fit in heaven, anyhow? Wow! Did you see that last play? (Scene and football noise slowly fade out)
* * *
Setting: An ordinary family living room
Characters:
FATHER: Energetic, an obvious football fanatic
SON: Twelve to fourteen years old, warm, open, serious thinker
Costumes: Modern casual at home dress; Son has on a football cap
Props: Two chairs, or a chair and a couch, television, phone, large bowl of popcorn, tape of a football game
Scene: The present, Saturday afternoon
* * *
FATHER: (Sitting on couch in front of the television set, bowl of popcorn is in his lap. He is watching intently, while stuffing popcorn in his mouth. Football game sounds are in the background. He is obviously into the game and very frustrated. Jumps up, gestures, and shouts) Another fumble! I can't believe it! What's the matter with you, guys. That was a perfect throw! Absolutely perfect! (Continues to mumble as he sits back down)
SON: (Enters and flops down on chair beside his father) Dad, do you have time to talk? You promised last night we'd have time today.
FATHER: (Continues to stare at the screen) Sure ... sure. You know, if the Steelers win this one, they'll be number one. (Excitedly) Yes! First down! Okay, keep your heads now, keep your heads!
SON: Dad, I've been wondering ... how does a person get to heaven? A bunch of us were talking at noon break, and someone said everyone goes to heaven when they die. Is that right?
FATHER: (Nervously continues to munch popcorn as he stares at the screen) Ah, sure ... something like that. Wow! Look at that! Boy, does that wide receiver have legs. (Excitedly) Go, go, go! First down! All right! (Keeps eye on screen) Remind me to throw you a few balls later. I'll bet you could be that good some day if you worked at it.
SON: (Frustrated) Dad, I don't like football!
FATHER: Oh, yes, you do, Son. Every man likes football. You'll make your father so proud -- my boy playing for the NFL. You'll like it, you'll see.
SON: (Softly, almost to himself) Don't think so. (Pauses) Dad, what do people do in heaven?
FATHER: Oh, lots of things ... fly around, play the harp, sing, all that kind of good stuff. (Jumps to his feet) What's that coach thinking anyway! You don't kick a field goal from 49 yards with the kicking talent he's got. That's suicide! (Collapses with a groan)
SON: (After a long pause) Dad, isn't heaven supposed to be fun?
FATHER: Yah, sure. Wide! Wide! (Jumps to feet) I knew that stupid kick would be wide. That guy needs glasses! (Collapses) Oh, I don't believe this!
SON: Dad, do they have football in heaven?
FATHER: (Eyes still on screen) Football in heaven? Probably.
SON: (Excitedly) Really? You mean God plays football? You're not putting me on, are you?
FATHER: Interception! Atta way to go! Okay, okay, guys, don't blow this one. Seven-seven, three minutes to go. (Pause) What did you ask me?
SON: (Exasperated) Whether God plays football. And you said, "Yes."
FATHER: (Never taking his eyes from screen) I did? Well, He doesn't. He's God. He's too busy listening to prayers, running the world -- big stuff.
SON: And you also said when people die they all go to heaven. How about that?
FATHER: I said that? People have to believe Jesus died on the cross for their sins. They ask him to become their Savior. Okay, guys, it's up to you. Don't let me down now ...
SON: Dad, if there's no football in heaven, do you want to go there?
FATHER: Ya, sure, it'll be a blast. Okay, second down ... interception! Interception! Got to call Mike. (Picks up the phone and dials) Mike, hey, man, can you believe that last play? What's with the loose fingers Steelers anyway?
SON: (Stands up) Dad, I have a feeling heaven just might not be the place for you. I don't think you'd like it. I'm not even sure it's the place for me. (Sighs and slowly walks off)
FATHER: (Sputters) Wha...? What brought this on? Mike, you'll never believe what my kid just said to me. Said he didn't think heaven was the place for either him -- or me. Give kids a Christian home, everything they want and that's what you get. By the way, I'll call you when the game's over, and we can decide who's going to be worship leader tomorrow morning in church. Heads, it's me; tails, it's you. I just can't figure it out. Where'd my kid get the idea he wouldn't fit in heaven, anyhow? Wow! Did you see that last play? (Scene and football noise slowly fade out)

