Travis and God, III, 2
(Travis enters…sort of sneakily.. not wanting to be seen. He looks around a bit, then tries to exit without being seen.)
God: (just as Travis is nearly gone) Hey Trav.
TRAVIS: Uh…somebody talking to me?
God: “Somebody talking to me?” Where’d you get that?
TRAVIS: Oh. It’s you, God. I was…I was just..you know…
God: You didn’t expect me to be around?
TRAVIS: Well, I mean, you’re always around. I just didn’t think…
God: Yea Trav…you just didn’t think. Sneaking away, weren’t you?
TRAVIS: Well, I wasn’t exactly sneaking… I just didn’t expect you to be here right now.
God: Been doing something you’re not proud of?
TRAVIS: I didn’t do anything wrong, God. Honest!
God: Been thinking of something you’re not proud of?
TRAVIS: Thinking?
God: Thinking.
TRAVIS: (a long beat, then) You’re pretty tricky.
God: I know. Got a bible?
TRAVIS: Uh…yea… I think it’s in the dorm.
God: What’s it doing? Sleeping?
TRAVIS: (a beat, then) That’s funny.
God: Thanks. Now find a bible… there’s got to be one out there somewhere. … I’ve heard this is a Christian camp. (Travis goes searching through the crowd for a bible)
TRAVIS: (when he’s found one) Got one!
God: Good.. Look at Psalm 139.
TRAVIS: (frantically thumbing through the pages) Psalms.. Psalms…
God: It’s in the middle.
TRAVIS: Oh yea. I knew that. (finds 139)
God: Read it to me.
TRAVIS: Okay. Here goes. (stops) I can’t believe I’m reading the Bible to God.
God: Humor me, okay?
TRAVIS: (reads verses 1-4)
God: So whatta you think?
TRAVIS: I think I can’t escape You, Lord. Even my thoughts.
God: Did I ever tell you how much I love you, Travis?
TRAVIS: A lot. Otherwise how could you put up with me?
God: You got a point.
TRAVIS: I may not be perfect at this….I mean, I may still have the wrong thoughts sometimes.
God: Don’t worry about that. Just remember that I’m with you… body, mind and soul…24-7. You remember that, and your thoughts will suddenly start changing. Believe me?
TRAVIS: (a beat, then) Yes.
God: Great. And by the way.. when you were trying to sneak around me while ago?
TRAVIS: Yea?
God: Lame. Really lame.
TRAVIS: (laughs) Yea. I guess it was.
God: Now get goin’, cowboy. And remember…
TRAVIS: Yea?
God: You got a friend. (Travis smiles, then exits) Travis and God, III, 2