Grace

Grace
Grace

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GRACE

Synopsis: Jan shows up at the Pearly Gates to meet Saint Peter, but instead meets up with her Guardian Angel, Marsha. Marsha reads a list of some of the things Jan did wrong in her life. Jan becomes more uncomfortable as the skit goes on. She wonders what the outcome will be and is astonished at Marsha's final remark.

CHARACTERS
GUARDIAN ANGEL MARSHA
JAN

CAST OF CHARACTERS

ANGEL MARSHA - WEARING A LONG WHITE ROBE, A LONG BLOND WIG AND HOLDING A BOOK.

JAN - DRESSED IN STREET CLOTHES AND IS WEARING A STRING OF PEARLS.

PROPS: BOOK, BLOND WIG, AND A STRING OF PEARLS.

SCRIPT

The scene opens as Jan walks on stage from stage right. She looks around in amazement.

Jan - I cannot believe how beautiful this is! Look at all those stars! (Puts one hand over her eyes and looks out at the audience.) If I squint, I can actually see earth. How cool is that?! (She walks to center stage still looking around in wonder.) Wow, this really must be Heaven!

(Marsha walks briskly on stage carrying a book. She holds out her hand to Jan and shakes it.)

Jan - Hi, you're not St. Peter...are you?

Marsha - No, I'm your Guardian Angel. My name is, Marsha.

Jan - Where's St. Peter? Isn't he supposed to meet people at the pearly gates?

Marsha - Yes, but I'm filling in for him....he has the day off today.

Jan - Oh, ok. By the way, I just love those pearly gates (Points to imaginary gates behind Jan.)

Marsha - Never mind about the gates. It's time to get started, Jan.

Jan - Ok, what do we do first. I've never done this before. (Chuckles.)

Marsha - (Both slowly turn and face the audience as Marsha opens the book.) We start with the BOOK!

Jan - (Claps her hands happily.) Great idea...I love a good story.

Marsha - (Looks at Jan with pity.) I'm not sure you're going to like this one.

Jan - (Leans sideways trying to see the name of the book.) Why, what's the book about?

Marsha - This is the story of your life, Jan.

Jan - Ohhhhh...really, Marsha. Well. That should be interesting. (Looks hesitant.)

Marsha - Oh, it is Jan. Believe me!

Jan - (Sighs.) Ok, let the story begin.

Marsha - (Opens the book to the first page, reads something and her lips are moving.) Your story begins at the age of four.

Jan - Wow, that's pretty early. (Tries to read over Marsha's shoulder.) What does it say?

Marsha - Jan, do you remember feeding your stewed prunes to the dog while your mother wasn't looking?

Jan - Heck no, I was only four.

Marsha - Let me refresh your memory for you, Jan. (Points a finger at Jan.) Poof!

Jan - Wow, Marsha. There's Bowser eating those prunes. I can see it clear as a bell. Ha! My mother never knew I fed them to the dog. (Jan grins.)

Marsha - Yes, I know. But how happy do you think the dog was after he ate those prunes?

Jan - (Holds up her hand.) No! Don't show me. I can just imagine what poor Bowser went through. Poor dog. (Hangs her head in shame.)

Marsha - Well, let's move on then from the prune incident. (Turns a few pages in the book.) We don't have time to cover every little thing you did wrong, so we will just hit the highlights of your life.

Jan - Ok...let's hear it.

Marsha - Do you remember the time you went to the store with your mother and stole some candy?

Jan - Yes, and I still don't understand that one.

Marsha - Why not, Jan?

Jan - Well, the peppermint patties were in a candy dish on the counter. It looked just like the one on our coffee table at home. I thought the candy was free. I mean my mom never made us pay for candy.

Marsha - You honestly didn't know you were stealing?

Jan - No, Marsha. Not until we got home and my mother discovered me eating candy. She marched me right back to that store, made me tell the owner I had stolen from him and then made me pay for the candy. That's when I understood what stealing meant.

Marsha - Well, that's odd. (Shakes her head.) Okay, let's fast forward from the candy to Christmas morning a few years later. (Leafs through several pages of the book. ) Ah, here it is.

Jan - Oh, oh.

Marsha - Oh, oh is right. Do you remember the beautiful doll your sister got as a Christmas present?

Jan - Yessss, I do. The doll had long blond hair...kind of like yours, Marsha.

Marsha - (Flips back her hair.) Let's leave my hair out of this shall we, Jan?

Jan - Ok. But I know what you're going to say, Marsha.

Marsha - It says here that you cut off all the doll's hair. (Puts her finger in the book to mark the page, closes the book and looks at Jan.) What made you do such a thing?

Jan - I know it was an awful thing to do. I mean, I know that now because my sister cried for days, but really all I was trying to do was give her doll a haircut like the Beatles.

Marsha - John, Paul, George or Ringo?

Jan - Oh, definitely Paul. He had the best haircut don't you think?

Marsha - (Puts one hand on her hip and thinks a minute.) Yes, (nods her head.) I would have to agree with you on that one. But wait, that's not what's important here. What's important is that your sister was very hurt by what you did.

Jan - I know that, Marsha. I'm really sorry I did it. I didn't mean to hurt her.

Marsha - But the point is, you did hurt her.

Jan - I know. I bought her another doll to make up for what I did. But it wasn't nearly as pretty as the one I ruined.

Marsha - (Pats her on the shoulder.) Well, at least you tried.

Marsha - (Takes a few steps away from Jan as she leafs through the pages of the book. She turns and walks back to Jan.)

Marsha - Ok, let's talk about the time you cheated on your math exam in the eight grade.

Jan - (Hangs her head.) You're right. I did that.

Marsha - Why?

Jan - Because I hated math and didn't study for the exam. I wanted a good grade so Joanne let me copy off her paper.

Marsha - Do you remember how proud your father was when you got an A on that test?

Jan - Yes, he smiled and hugged me. He was thrilled! I felt so guilty.

Marsha - Uh huh. (Turns some more pages.) How about the time in High School when you tripped that other girl during cheerleading tryouts?

Jan - (Gets defensive.) Well she deserved it! She was so mean to me that I just couldn't help myself.

Marsha - Well, Jan. You became a cheerleader and she didn't.

Jan - I know, Marsha. I felt bad about that later but what was I supposed to do? I did apologize to her.

Marsha - Yeah, twenty years later.

Jan - (Grins.) Better late than never?

Marsha - (Clears her throat in a disapproving way.) How about all those classes you skipped in college?

Jan - I only wanted to see some concerts. Led Zeppelin was a real trip!

Marsha - So, you think you're on a Stairway to Heaven?

Jan - I sure hope so.

Marsha - (Clears her throat.) I guess that remains to be seen doesn't it? (Looks at the book carefully.) Let's continue...it says here you skipped so many classes that you flunked out of college.

Jan - Well, yeah. There were a lot of concerts. The Who was the best.

Marsha - Who?

Jan - No, not "who". The WHO!

Marsha - Who are you talking about?

Jan - The WHO! You know...like Pinball Wizard?

Marsha - Oh, you mean the "Who". (Makes quotation marks with her fingers.)

Jan - Yeah, that's what I said...the WHO!

Marsha - (Shakes her head in frustration.) Okay, let's skip the concerts and fast forward again. You got married and had (squints) two children I see.

Jan - Yes, that's correct.

Marsha - It says here that you yelled at them 7, 692 times.

Jan - Yes, I know. We finally went to therapy to try to straighten them out.

Marsha - Maybe if you had yelled less, you wouldn't have had to go to therapy.

Jan - Maybe, but my kids were terrible teenagers. You remember. You were there.

Marsha - Okay, I'll give you that one. Your kids were pretty rotten. They turned out ok in the end though.

Jan - Yes, I'm very proud of them.

Marsha - (Flips a few more pages.) Let's talk about all the times you skipped church on Sunday morning.

Jan - I'm just not a morning person.

Marsha - Is that a good excuse for not going to church?

Jan - No, I guess not.

Marsha - Ok, fast forward again to when you were older....a lot older.

Jan - Yes?

Marsha - Did you, or did you not, organize and run wheelchair races at the nursing home?

Jan - (Grins.) Yes, Marsha, I am proud to say that I did. It really put some spunk into those old folks!

Marsha - Yes it did Jan, but did you have to become a bookie and place bets on the winners?

Jan - Well, I guess I went a little overboard on that one.

Marsha - Yes, you did...to the tune of $10,000 over a five year period.

Jan - (Hangs her head in shame.) Well, I did use the money to pay for our annual trip to Atlantic City. I made sure everyone had enough quarters to put in the slot machines.

Marsha - (Closes the book with snap.) So, here you are...standing in front of the gates of Heaven. What do you have to say for yourself now?

Jan - (Hangs her head in shame and then looks up.) I guess I don't have anything to say. After all the rotten stuff I did, I don't deserve to go to through those gates. (Points behind Marsha.)

Marsha - That's true. You don't.

Jan - So, what happens next? Do I go straight to that really hot place down south...you know what I mean.

Marsha - (Doesn't say anything...she just looks at Jan.)

Jan - That's okay. I wouldn't speak to me either, if I were you. I guess I can find my way there without any help. I will just look for a long line of people waiting to get in.

Jan - (Turns and starts to walk way...shoulders slumped.)

Marsha - Jan! Come back. You didn't let me finish.

Jan - What? You found some more stuff in your book to tell me about.

Marsha - (Smiles.) No, Jan. I just wanted to tell you that even though you did all those bad things, God asked me to welcome you into His kingdom.

Jan - (Clasps her hands in front of her.) Marsha! Marsha! Marsha! Do you mean it?

Marsha - (Smiles.) Yes, Jan. I mean it.

Jan - But, why? Why would God let me go through those gates (Points at the pearly gates again.) after all the things I did wrong?

Marsha - Because of a little thing we call Grace!

Jan - Oh, thank you!

Jan - (Marsha puts her arm around Jan and they start to walk through the pearly gates.) (Looks up to the top of the gates. Marsha and Jan stop and face each other. ) I really DO love pearls. I never leave home without them! (Holds up her string of pearls. Marsha and Jan laugh and keep walking.)

(fade to black.)

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GRACE

CHARACTERS GUARDIAN ANGEL MARSHA JAN

CAST OF CHARACTERS

ANGEL MARSHA - WEARING A LONG WHITE ROBE, A LONG BLOND WIG AND HOLDING A BOOK.

JAN - DRESSED IN STREET CLOTHES AND IS WEARING A STRING OF PEARLS.

PROPS: BOOK, BLOND WIG, AND A STRING OF PEARLS.

SCRIPT

The scene opens as Jan walks on stage from stage right. She looks around in amazement.

Jan - I cannot believe how beautiful this is! Look at all those stars! (Puts one hand over her eyes and looks out at the audience.) If I squint, I can actually see earth. How cool is that?! (She walks to center stage still looking around in wonder.) Wow, this really must be Heaven!

(Marsha walks briskly on stage carrying a book. She holds out her hand to Jan and shakes it.)

Jan - Hi, you're not St. Peter...are you?

Marsha - No, I'm your Guardian Angel. My name is, Marsha.

Jan - Where's St. Peter? Isn't he supposed to meet people at the pearly gates?

Marsha - Yes, but I'm filling in for him....he has the day off today.

Jan - Oh, ok. By the way, I just love those pearly gates (Points to imaginary gates behind Jan.)

Marsha - Never mind about the gates. It's time to get started, Jan.

Jan - Ok, what do we do first. I've never done this before. (Chuckles.)

Marsha - (Both slowly turn and face the audience as Marsha opens the book.) We start with the BOOK!

Jan - (Claps her hands happily.) Great idea...I love a good story.

Marsha - (Looks at Jan with pity.) I'm not sure you're going to like this one.

Jan - (Leans sideways trying to see the name of the book.) Why, what's the book about?

Marsha - This is the story of your life, Jan.

Jan - Ohhhhh...really, Marsha. Well. That should be interesting. (Looks hesitant.)

Marsha - Oh, it is Jan. Believe me!

Jan - (Sighs.) Ok, let the story begin.

Marsha - (Opens the book to the first page, reads something and her lips are moving.) Your story begins at the age of four.

Jan - Wow, that's pretty early. (Tries to read over Marsha's shoulder.) What does it say?

Marsha - Jan, do you remember feeding your stewed prunes to the dog while your mother wasn't looking?

Jan - Heck no, I was only four.

Marsha - Let me refresh your memory for you, Jan. (Points a finger at Jan.) Poof!

Jan - Wow, Marsha. There's Bowser eating those prunes. I can see it clear as a bell. Ha! My mother never knew I fed them to the dog. (Jan grins.)

Marsha - Yes, I know. But how happy do you think the dog was after he ate those prunes?

Jan - (Holds up her hand.) No! Don't show me. I can just imagine what poor Bowser went through. Poor dog. (Hangs her head in shame.)

Marsha - Well, let's move on then from the prune incident. (Turns a few pages in the book.) We don't have time to cover every little thing you did wrong, so we will just hit the highlights of your life.

Jan - Ok...let's hear it.

Marsha - Do you remember the time you went to the store with your mother and stole some candy?

Jan - Yes, and I still don't understand that one.

Marsha - Why not, Jan?

Jan - Well, the peppermint patties were in a candy dish on the counter. It looked just like the one on our coffee table at home. I thought the candy was free. I mean my mom never made us pay for candy.

Marsha - You honestly didn't know you were stealing?

Jan - No, Marsha. Not until we got home and my mother discovered me eating candy. She marched me right back to that store, made me tell the owner I had stolen from him and then made me pay for the candy. That's when I understood what stealing meant.

Marsha - Well, that's odd. (Shakes her head.) Okay, let's fast forward from the candy to Christmas morning a few years later. (Leafs through several pages of the book. ) Ah, here it is.

Jan - Oh, oh.

Marsha - Oh, oh is right. Do you remember the beautiful doll your sister got as a Christmas present?

Jan - Yessss, I do. The doll had long blond hair...kind of like yours, Marsha.

Marsha - (Flips back her hair.) Let's leave my hair out of this shall we, Jan?

Jan - Ok. But I know what you're going to say, Marsha.

Marsha - It says here that you cut off all the doll's hair. (Puts her finger in the book to mark the page, closes the book and looks at Jan.) What made you do such a thing?

Jan - I know it was an awful thing to do. I mean, I know that now because my sister cried for days, but really all I was trying to do was give her doll a haircut like the Beatles.

Marsha - John, Paul, George or Ringo?

Jan - Oh, definitely Paul. He had the best haircut don't you think?

Marsha - (Puts one hand on her hip and thinks a minute.) Yes, (nods her head.) I would have to agree with you on that one. But wait, that's not what's important here. What's important is that your sister was very hurt by what you did.

Jan - I know that, Marsha. I'm really sorry I did it. I didn't mean to hurt her.

Marsha - But the point is, you did hurt her.

Jan - I know. I bought her another doll to make up for what I did. But it wasn't nearly as pretty as the one I ruined.

Marsha - (Pats her on the shoulder.) Well, at least you tried.

Marsha - (Takes a few steps away from Jan as she leafs through the pages of the book. She turns and walks back to Jan.)

Marsha - Ok, let's talk about the time you cheated on your math exam in the eight grade.

Jan - (Hangs her head.) You're right. I did that.

Marsha - Why?

Jan - Because I hated math and didn't study for the exam. I wanted a good grade so Joanne let me copy off her paper.

Marsha - Do you remember how proud your father was when you got an A on that test?

Jan - Yes, he smiled and hugged me. He was thrilled! I felt so guilty.

Marsha - Uh huh. (Turns some more pages.) How about the time in High School when you tripped that other girl during cheerleading tryouts?

Jan - (Gets defensive.) Well she deserved it! She was so mean to me that I just couldn't help myself.

Marsha - Well, Jan. You became a cheerleader and she didn't.

Jan - I know, Marsha. I felt bad about that later but what was I supposed to do? I did apologize to her.

Marsha - Yeah, twenty years later.

Jan - (Grins.) Better late than never?

Marsha - (Clears her throat in a disapproving way.) How about all those classes you skipped in college?

Jan - I only wanted to see some concerts. Led Zeppelin was a real trip!

Marsha - So, you think you're on a Stairway to Heaven?

Jan - I sure hope so.

Marsha - (Clears her throat.) I guess that remains to be seen doesn't it? (Looks at the book carefully.) Let's continue...it says here you skipped so many classes that you flunked out of college.

Jan - Well, yeah. There were a lot of concerts. The Who was the best.

Marsha - Who?

Jan - The WHO! You know...like Pinball Wizard?

Marsha - Oh, you mean the "Who". (Makes quotation marks with her fingers.)

Jan - Yeah, that's what I said...the WHO!

Marsha - (Shakes her head in frustration.) Okay, let's skip the concerts and fast forward again. You got married and had (squints) two children I see.

CHARACTERS
GUARDIAN ANGEL MARSHA
JAN

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