Travis and God, I, 2.

2003

Travis: (entering) Uh…Lord?

God: Yo.

Travis: You got a minute?

God: No, I’m really busy.

Travis: Oh, sorry.

God: Kidding! Geesh, can’t we have a little fun?

Travis: Oh. Look Lord, I’ve got this problem.

God: Good. Give it to me.

Travis: Well…this is performing arts camp and everything and..well… did you see (name an act and what they did) (like “Johnny sing?”) ______________ .

God: I was in the second row.. and the third and the fourth and…

Travis: He/she was really good, Lord.

God: Thanks. I wrote the song. So what’s your problem, Trav?

Travis: Well..I mean, they’re all so good. I don’t have any talent like that.

God: I know.

Travis: Thanks a lot.

God: You’ve got other talents, Trav.

Travis: Then I don’t know what they are.. I can’t sing like _______, I can’t dance like ____________.

God: Have you accepted my as your savior, Travis?

Travis: Well..yea..last year here at camp. But what’s that got to…?

God: Did somebody dance you into salvation? Somebody sing you into heaven?

Travis: No. ___________ prayed with me. They said they loved me enough that they wanted me to find Christ like they did.

God: Wow. Now that’s a talent, Trav. That’s the one you’ve got…the biggest and best talent of all.

Travis: Oh.

God: Yea. Trav, if you pray about bringing others to Christ, you’re gonna be the most powerful guy on the planet. No song and dance…just Jesus.

Travis: (a long beat, then) You know, you have the answer to everything don’t you?

God: (beat, then) You ain’t seen nothin’ yet. Now get out there and do Satan some damage. I really don’t have time to talk any more.

Travis: Oh. Thanks. (starts to exit, then it hits him) Kidding?

God: Kidding.

Travis: You go with me?

God: I’m already there. Let’s go put on a show. (Travis exits)

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