The Sower And The Seed And So What
Drama
Lectionary Scenes
57 Vignettes For Cycle A
Theme
The word of the Kingdom of God needs to be sown whether we know the outcome or not.
Summary
Ma and Pa are sitting on the porch of their mountain home discussing planting. A parable.
Playing Time: 2 minutes
Setting: The porch of Ma and Pa
Props: Two rocking chairs, overalls to patch, a stick to whittle.
Costumes: Ma -- sunbonnet, flour sack dress
Pa -- bib overalls, red long johns
Time: Twilight
Cast: MA -- old
PA -- older
MA: (ROCKING AND SEWING, PATCHING PA'S OVERALLS) Pa?
PA: (ROCKING AND WHITTLING) Yup?
MA: Ya lissnin'?
PA: Yup.
MA: 'Member thet seed ya sowed?
PA: Yup.
MA: Wail, ya're a poor 'scuse fer a fermer, ain't ya?
PA: Nope.
MA: Wha, ya're too. I knewed it afore. Now, everbody thet goes past our ferm is agonna' knew it too. Wha, ya ain't got nary a brain thet ya war born with.
PA: Huh?
MA: I said ... Oh, fergit it. Whar'd ya plant thet seed?
PA: Wail ...
MA: I'll tell ya whar ya planted it. Ya planted it right next ta tha path.
PA: Naw.
MA: Don't argue with me. I knowed ya did. When I went up tha path the chickens was all along thar just a peckin' and a peckin' at it. Wha they was amakin' sech a racket I could hardly read the Sears and Roebuck catalogue. Whad ya do thet fer, anyhow? The sun git to ya? Make ya addle-brained?
PA: Nope.
MA: Musta. Ya sowed some on thet rocky patch aground up back a tha barn, didn' ya? I seen it. And I knewed whet was agonna happen. It grewed up a might but then when the sun got hot at noontime it got all brown-like and up and died. Like to make old Bossy sick. And she's offn her feed anyhow.
PA: But ...
MA: Don' ya go abuttin' in. Ya sowed some out by tha well, didn' ya? I seen it. Wha, ya knew thet's whar the briar patch is. Nethin's grewed thar but briars since the day Hiram Jamsin's bull get loosed and was atryin' to git in our barn and up and died of heart failure right smack dab on thet very spot. Are ya plumb loco outa yer gourd?
PA: Nope.
MA: Them briars grewed up and choked them thar seeds. Any dab-blamed fool woulda knowed they would.
PA: Yep.
MA: Wail, wheta ya gotta say fer yerself?
PA: Wail ...
MA: Did ya ever do anythin' right? Wail, did ya?
PA: Yup.
MA: Wail, if ya did I like ta know whet it was.
PA: I up and got hitched ta you.
MA: Now, Pa, this is no time to git frisky. I ain't in a frisky mood. I'm in a serious mood. I want to know whet ya did with tha rest of thet seed.
PA: Sowed it.
MA: Whar? Whar did ya sow it?
PA: On the best land thar is.
MA: Tha bottom land?
PA: Yup.
MA: It'll grow real good thar. As a body sez, it'll grow ahunert, sixty, thirty times as much agin, I reckon.
PA: Yup. I done good, huh, Ma?
MA: Nope, ya didn'! Thet thar's Hiram Jamsin's land. (SHE RUNS HIM OFF THE PORCH BEATING HIM WITH THE OVERALLS SHE WAS PATCHING) Are ya lissenin'? Them look like ears stuck on ta yer haid.
The word of the Kingdom of God needs to be sown whether we know the outcome or not.
Summary
Ma and Pa are sitting on the porch of their mountain home discussing planting. A parable.
Playing Time: 2 minutes
Setting: The porch of Ma and Pa
Props: Two rocking chairs, overalls to patch, a stick to whittle.
Costumes: Ma -- sunbonnet, flour sack dress
Pa -- bib overalls, red long johns
Time: Twilight
Cast: MA -- old
PA -- older
MA: (ROCKING AND SEWING, PATCHING PA'S OVERALLS) Pa?
PA: (ROCKING AND WHITTLING) Yup?
MA: Ya lissnin'?
PA: Yup.
MA: 'Member thet seed ya sowed?
PA: Yup.
MA: Wail, ya're a poor 'scuse fer a fermer, ain't ya?
PA: Nope.
MA: Wha, ya're too. I knewed it afore. Now, everbody thet goes past our ferm is agonna' knew it too. Wha, ya ain't got nary a brain thet ya war born with.
PA: Huh?
MA: I said ... Oh, fergit it. Whar'd ya plant thet seed?
PA: Wail ...
MA: I'll tell ya whar ya planted it. Ya planted it right next ta tha path.
PA: Naw.
MA: Don't argue with me. I knowed ya did. When I went up tha path the chickens was all along thar just a peckin' and a peckin' at it. Wha they was amakin' sech a racket I could hardly read the Sears and Roebuck catalogue. Whad ya do thet fer, anyhow? The sun git to ya? Make ya addle-brained?
PA: Nope.
MA: Musta. Ya sowed some on thet rocky patch aground up back a tha barn, didn' ya? I seen it. And I knewed whet was agonna happen. It grewed up a might but then when the sun got hot at noontime it got all brown-like and up and died. Like to make old Bossy sick. And she's offn her feed anyhow.
PA: But ...
MA: Don' ya go abuttin' in. Ya sowed some out by tha well, didn' ya? I seen it. Wha, ya knew thet's whar the briar patch is. Nethin's grewed thar but briars since the day Hiram Jamsin's bull get loosed and was atryin' to git in our barn and up and died of heart failure right smack dab on thet very spot. Are ya plumb loco outa yer gourd?
PA: Nope.
MA: Them briars grewed up and choked them thar seeds. Any dab-blamed fool woulda knowed they would.
PA: Yep.
MA: Wail, wheta ya gotta say fer yerself?
PA: Wail ...
MA: Did ya ever do anythin' right? Wail, did ya?
PA: Yup.
MA: Wail, if ya did I like ta know whet it was.
PA: I up and got hitched ta you.
MA: Now, Pa, this is no time to git frisky. I ain't in a frisky mood. I'm in a serious mood. I want to know whet ya did with tha rest of thet seed.
PA: Sowed it.
MA: Whar? Whar did ya sow it?
PA: On the best land thar is.
MA: Tha bottom land?
PA: Yup.
MA: It'll grow real good thar. As a body sez, it'll grow ahunert, sixty, thirty times as much agin, I reckon.
PA: Yup. I done good, huh, Ma?
MA: Nope, ya didn'! Thet thar's Hiram Jamsin's land. (SHE RUNS HIM OFF THE PORCH BEATING HIM WITH THE OVERALLS SHE WAS PATCHING) Are ya lissenin'? Them look like ears stuck on ta yer haid.
