Power
Drama
Thespian Theology
Lent/Easter
Thespian Theological Thoughts
The New American Standard Bible renders Psalm 46:10 as follows: "Cease striving and know that I am God."
Cease striving ... I love that! At various times in my life, I have wasted my substance in striving after all sorts and conditions of worldly power. But God simply asks that we cease striving and know that he is God ... and we are not.
And then, the power that raised Jesus from the grave and sat him on heaven's throne can be ours.
Pretty awesome, huh?
Cast
Narrator
Peter Power
Penelope Power
Pauly Power
Reverend Patrick Power
Jesus
Powerless People (4 or more)
Props/Costumes
Jesus -- t-shirt: carpenter, servant, sacrificial lamb
Pauly --Êfake muscles
Reverend Patrick -- clerical collar
Narrator --Êloud horn or cowbell
(Narrator is at podium, stage left)
Narrator: (Emphasizing all the p's) Our subject today is the nature of power ... We have assembled a panel of powerful personages to help us appreciate the prerequisites of power. And we've also put together a pack of powerless people who will, it is hoped, provide us with a perceptive poll on the topic of power. (Powerless People, at least four of them, enter down center aisle and sit in front row; Jesus is among them) Our first purveyor of power is Peter Power.
(Peter Power enters stage right)
Peter: Representative Peter Power, if you please!
Narrator: Sorry, Congressman. I guess it goes without saying that you're here to represent political power.
Peter: What other kind of power is there? Men and women like me, who hold political office, are the custodians of true power in the world. We are the movers and shakers, the folks who make the world go 'round.
(Penelope Power enters stage left)
Penelope: Ah, but what got you all that political power, daahling? It was my daddy's money; admit it!
Peter: Oh, Penelope, for Pete's sake, can't you give it a rest?
Narrator: Aha! It's Penelope Power, posh provider of...?
Penelope: Purchasing power, daahling! Without big money, political hacks like my hapless husband here would be nothing more than the windbags they are by nature! (To Peter) Papa's purchasing power is what got you all that TV time, a private jet, a staff of professional spinmeisters ... and when it finally came to election day, daahling, we bought you enough votes to win. Purchasing power is what really makes the world go 'round! Whatever I want, I can buy ... including you, daahling.
Peter: We'll see about that, my dear, once I get my legislative agenda enacted!
Penelope: Oh, really, daahling! You'd cut off the hand that feeds you? I doubt it.
(Peter and Penelope get in each other's face ... ad lib. Pauly Power enters stage right; he has huge muscles, which he continually flexes)
Pauly: What are you two pitiful pussycats arguing about?
Penelope: (Hisses a stage whisper) Pauly! I told you not to come around when he (Points to Peter) is home!
Narrator: (To Pauly) And you are...?
Pauly: Pauly Power, da next Mr. America, dat's me! And I got real power (Flexes muscles): pectoral power! Look at dese muscles, man ... 'at's power, know-what-I'm-sayin'? (To Penelope) Hey, baby! Whazzup?
Penelope: Hush, you moron!
Peter: Hey, what's going on between you two anyway?
Pauly: Aaah, what's it to ya, pussycat?
(Pauly, Peter, and Penelope get in each other's face ... ad lib. Reverend Patrick Power enters stage left)
Reverend Patrick: Children, children! What are you doing? Let there be peace, love, and joy!
Pauly/Peter/Penelope: Who in the world are you?
Reverend Patrick: I am the Reverend Patrick Power, and I am --
Narrator: The personification of priestly power, huh?
Reverend Patrick: Well, if you insist, yes. Now, children, if you will simply listen to me, you will appropriate unto yourself the power to overcome all your difficulties. For by the power vested in me, I have ultimate power: a direct connection to The Man Upstairs!
Pauly: Yo, dis is a one-story building, dude! Who you talkin' about, The Man Upstairs?
Peter: He's talking about God, you imbecile!
Penelope: Oh, right. He's got some kind of direct line to God. Please, daahling, give me a break!
(Pauly/Penelope/Peter/Patrick get in each other's face ... ad lib)
Narrator: (Makes loud noise with horn or cowbell) Time out! Please, let there be peace among the potentially prepossessing proponents of power! (All quiet down) It's time for our pack of powerless people to participate. (Goes to Peter and holds up his hand) How many of you think that Peter's political power is what it's all about?
(One of Powerless People stands up and raises hand)
Narrator: Okay. (Goes to Penelope and raises her hand) And how many think that Penelope's purchasing power makes the world go 'round?
(One of Powerless People stands up and raises hand)
Narrator: Thank you. (Goes to Pauly and raises his hand) Who thinks that Pauly's pectoral power is the real deal?
(One of Powerless People stands up and raises hand)
Narrator: And finally. (Goes to Patrick and raises his hand) Who believes in Patrick's priestly power?
(One of Powerless People stands up and raises hand)
Narrator: My, my, that's interesting. Our panel seems to be underwhelmed by these four proponents of putative power, and we have a four-way tie. (Points to Jesus among the Powerless) You, sir, I noticed, did not vote. Who are you and what is your position on this matter?
(Jesus stands up and comes to center stage)
Jesus: I am an itinerant rabbi: Jesus of Nazareth.
Narrator: Ah, yes ... we've heard of you. Aren't you the one who always tended to hang out with the scum of the earth: tax collectors and hookers and fishermen and shepherds and the like?
Jesus: Call them scum if you'd like. I call them the least of these my brothers and sisters. Yes, I have spent much of my earthly time with these so-called "powerless people," because they understand what the source of true power is.
Peter: And what do you have to say about the source of power, Mr. Itinerant Outcast?
Penelope: What do you know about power, Mr. Doesn't-Have-Two-Nickels-To-Rub-Together?
Pauly: Yo, whaddaya know about power, Mr. Meek-And-Mild?
Patrick: And what could you tell us about power, Mr. Impotent-Challenge-To-Church-Authority?
Jesus: Truly I tell you: My Father put real power to work in me when he raised me from the dead and seated me at his right hand, far above all rule and authority and power and dominion.
Narrator: And what exactly is the source of that power?
Jesus: The Holy Spirit of God.
Peter: So. You're saying that this Holy Spirit power of yours is a greater mover-and-shaker than all my political influence?
Jesus: That's right.
Penelope: And your power can accomplish more than I can purchase?
Jesus: Precisely.
Pauly: (Flexes muscles) And you're stronger than all these mighty muscles of mine?
Jesus: You got it right, bro'!
Patrick: And your power goes beyond my priestly power?
Jesus: Way beyond. Despite my humble appearance, I am the great High Priest. None of you would have any of what you call power, if it had not been granted to you from above. But you will receive real power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you.
Peter/Penelope/Pauly/Patrick: When will that be, Jesus?
Jesus: When you give up!
Peter/Penelope/Pauly/Patrick: Huh?
Jesus: "Cease striving, and know that I am God." That's Psalm 46. My man David had a wonderful way with words --Êonce he gave up and allowed me to use him! (Touches Peter) Just let me in, Peter, and you'll have more power and fulfillment than your legislative agenda ever imagined. (Peter kneels; Jesus touches Penelope) Let me be your source, Penelope, and you'll have eternal treasure which makes all your purchases pale by comparison. (Penelope kneels; Jesus touches Pauly) Give in to me, Pauly, and you'll be stronger than any Mr. America will ever be. (Pauly kneels; Jesus touches Patrick) Let me be your authority, Patrick, and you will have a powerful direct connection to God. (Patrick kneels)
Peter/Penelope/Pauly/Patrick: Sing praises to God, sing praises; sing praises to our King, sing praises. For God is the king of all the earth; sing praises with a psalm. God is king over the nations; God sits on his holy throne. Clap your hands, all you peoples; shout to God with loud songs of joy! (Clap)
The New American Standard Bible renders Psalm 46:10 as follows: "Cease striving and know that I am God."
Cease striving ... I love that! At various times in my life, I have wasted my substance in striving after all sorts and conditions of worldly power. But God simply asks that we cease striving and know that he is God ... and we are not.
And then, the power that raised Jesus from the grave and sat him on heaven's throne can be ours.
Pretty awesome, huh?
Cast
Narrator
Peter Power
Penelope Power
Pauly Power
Reverend Patrick Power
Jesus
Powerless People (4 or more)
Props/Costumes
Jesus -- t-shirt: carpenter, servant, sacrificial lamb
Pauly --Êfake muscles
Reverend Patrick -- clerical collar
Narrator --Êloud horn or cowbell
(Narrator is at podium, stage left)
Narrator: (Emphasizing all the p's) Our subject today is the nature of power ... We have assembled a panel of powerful personages to help us appreciate the prerequisites of power. And we've also put together a pack of powerless people who will, it is hoped, provide us with a perceptive poll on the topic of power. (Powerless People, at least four of them, enter down center aisle and sit in front row; Jesus is among them) Our first purveyor of power is Peter Power.
(Peter Power enters stage right)
Peter: Representative Peter Power, if you please!
Narrator: Sorry, Congressman. I guess it goes without saying that you're here to represent political power.
Peter: What other kind of power is there? Men and women like me, who hold political office, are the custodians of true power in the world. We are the movers and shakers, the folks who make the world go 'round.
(Penelope Power enters stage left)
Penelope: Ah, but what got you all that political power, daahling? It was my daddy's money; admit it!
Peter: Oh, Penelope, for Pete's sake, can't you give it a rest?
Narrator: Aha! It's Penelope Power, posh provider of...?
Penelope: Purchasing power, daahling! Without big money, political hacks like my hapless husband here would be nothing more than the windbags they are by nature! (To Peter) Papa's purchasing power is what got you all that TV time, a private jet, a staff of professional spinmeisters ... and when it finally came to election day, daahling, we bought you enough votes to win. Purchasing power is what really makes the world go 'round! Whatever I want, I can buy ... including you, daahling.
Peter: We'll see about that, my dear, once I get my legislative agenda enacted!
Penelope: Oh, really, daahling! You'd cut off the hand that feeds you? I doubt it.
(Peter and Penelope get in each other's face ... ad lib. Pauly Power enters stage right; he has huge muscles, which he continually flexes)
Pauly: What are you two pitiful pussycats arguing about?
Penelope: (Hisses a stage whisper) Pauly! I told you not to come around when he (Points to Peter) is home!
Narrator: (To Pauly) And you are...?
Pauly: Pauly Power, da next Mr. America, dat's me! And I got real power (Flexes muscles): pectoral power! Look at dese muscles, man ... 'at's power, know-what-I'm-sayin'? (To Penelope) Hey, baby! Whazzup?
Penelope: Hush, you moron!
Peter: Hey, what's going on between you two anyway?
Pauly: Aaah, what's it to ya, pussycat?
(Pauly, Peter, and Penelope get in each other's face ... ad lib. Reverend Patrick Power enters stage left)
Reverend Patrick: Children, children! What are you doing? Let there be peace, love, and joy!
Pauly/Peter/Penelope: Who in the world are you?
Reverend Patrick: I am the Reverend Patrick Power, and I am --
Narrator: The personification of priestly power, huh?
Reverend Patrick: Well, if you insist, yes. Now, children, if you will simply listen to me, you will appropriate unto yourself the power to overcome all your difficulties. For by the power vested in me, I have ultimate power: a direct connection to The Man Upstairs!
Pauly: Yo, dis is a one-story building, dude! Who you talkin' about, The Man Upstairs?
Peter: He's talking about God, you imbecile!
Penelope: Oh, right. He's got some kind of direct line to God. Please, daahling, give me a break!
(Pauly/Penelope/Peter/Patrick get in each other's face ... ad lib)
Narrator: (Makes loud noise with horn or cowbell) Time out! Please, let there be peace among the potentially prepossessing proponents of power! (All quiet down) It's time for our pack of powerless people to participate. (Goes to Peter and holds up his hand) How many of you think that Peter's political power is what it's all about?
(One of Powerless People stands up and raises hand)
Narrator: Okay. (Goes to Penelope and raises her hand) And how many think that Penelope's purchasing power makes the world go 'round?
(One of Powerless People stands up and raises hand)
Narrator: Thank you. (Goes to Pauly and raises his hand) Who thinks that Pauly's pectoral power is the real deal?
(One of Powerless People stands up and raises hand)
Narrator: And finally. (Goes to Patrick and raises his hand) Who believes in Patrick's priestly power?
(One of Powerless People stands up and raises hand)
Narrator: My, my, that's interesting. Our panel seems to be underwhelmed by these four proponents of putative power, and we have a four-way tie. (Points to Jesus among the Powerless) You, sir, I noticed, did not vote. Who are you and what is your position on this matter?
(Jesus stands up and comes to center stage)
Jesus: I am an itinerant rabbi: Jesus of Nazareth.
Narrator: Ah, yes ... we've heard of you. Aren't you the one who always tended to hang out with the scum of the earth: tax collectors and hookers and fishermen and shepherds and the like?
Jesus: Call them scum if you'd like. I call them the least of these my brothers and sisters. Yes, I have spent much of my earthly time with these so-called "powerless people," because they understand what the source of true power is.
Peter: And what do you have to say about the source of power, Mr. Itinerant Outcast?
Penelope: What do you know about power, Mr. Doesn't-Have-Two-Nickels-To-Rub-Together?
Pauly: Yo, whaddaya know about power, Mr. Meek-And-Mild?
Patrick: And what could you tell us about power, Mr. Impotent-Challenge-To-Church-Authority?
Jesus: Truly I tell you: My Father put real power to work in me when he raised me from the dead and seated me at his right hand, far above all rule and authority and power and dominion.
Narrator: And what exactly is the source of that power?
Jesus: The Holy Spirit of God.
Peter: So. You're saying that this Holy Spirit power of yours is a greater mover-and-shaker than all my political influence?
Jesus: That's right.
Penelope: And your power can accomplish more than I can purchase?
Jesus: Precisely.
Pauly: (Flexes muscles) And you're stronger than all these mighty muscles of mine?
Jesus: You got it right, bro'!
Patrick: And your power goes beyond my priestly power?
Jesus: Way beyond. Despite my humble appearance, I am the great High Priest. None of you would have any of what you call power, if it had not been granted to you from above. But you will receive real power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you.
Peter/Penelope/Pauly/Patrick: When will that be, Jesus?
Jesus: When you give up!
Peter/Penelope/Pauly/Patrick: Huh?
Jesus: "Cease striving, and know that I am God." That's Psalm 46. My man David had a wonderful way with words --Êonce he gave up and allowed me to use him! (Touches Peter) Just let me in, Peter, and you'll have more power and fulfillment than your legislative agenda ever imagined. (Peter kneels; Jesus touches Penelope) Let me be your source, Penelope, and you'll have eternal treasure which makes all your purchases pale by comparison. (Penelope kneels; Jesus touches Pauly) Give in to me, Pauly, and you'll be stronger than any Mr. America will ever be. (Pauly kneels; Jesus touches Patrick) Let me be your authority, Patrick, and you will have a powerful direct connection to God. (Patrick kneels)
Peter/Penelope/Pauly/Patrick: Sing praises to God, sing praises; sing praises to our King, sing praises. For God is the king of all the earth; sing praises with a psalm. God is king over the nations; God sits on his holy throne. Clap your hands, all you peoples; shout to God with loud songs of joy! (Clap)

