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The Staff Meeting
by Julie Michaelson
03/05/12
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But,
ye shall
receive
power,
after that
the
Holy Ghost
is come
upon
you.
[Acts 1:8]
****************
Place: Present Day
Place: The Holy Throne Room
Characters:
The Father [Gruff Voice];
The Son [Gentle Voice];
Casper [Affectionate Family Name
for the Holy Ghost, only used in the Throne Room];
Ralph, the Recycle-Prayer-Basket Angel;
Scrib'nino, the Staff Meeting Dictation Angel.
___________________________________
{KNOCK! KNOCK!}

[Gruff Voice.]
"What is it,
Angel Ralph."

(An angel pokes his head
through a crack in the Throne Room Doorway.
His halo is the flipped-over bottom of a basket
with a light shining through it. His frizzy-brown hair
is poking out in all directions from the basket-halo.
Spread over his nose is a sprinkle of light-brown freckles; his
eyes look like those of a baby calf, except they're baby-blue.)
"FATHER?
I GOTTA a new BASKET!"

[Nod.]
"Very good,
Ralph.
Come in."

(The angel trots in, barefoot, carrying a huge bright-green basket. The angel's gauzy gown is pale green with a big patch sewn on front, 'Recycled Prayers: Special Assignment'.)
"Do You WANT me to
just LEAVE 'em HERE?"
(Ralph sees the Holy Ghost
sitting on the Third Throne, and Angel Scrib'nino sitting on one of the velvet pillows beside the Father's Throne, writing furiously with a gold-tipped feather pen. The Holy Ghost, a very small figure in the form of a white sheet with cut-out eyes, is sitting on the edge of one of the huge Thrones and sniffling, and holding a box of tissues. Apparently, a Staff
Meeting is going on.)
"I can go through 'em,
LATER!"

[Gentle Voice.]
"No, Angel Ralph.
You may stay Here."

(Ralph bows his frizzy
halo'ed head and trots
over the Gold Tiles to a big
light-green velvet pillow
in front of the Thrones.
First he sets down the
big basket, kneeling with
his head bowed. Then, he
sits down on the pillow
and begins taking out the
prayer-slips: one by one.)

[NOD.]
[Gentle Voice.]
"Angel Scrib'nino,
read back the last
four minutes of The Meeting."

"Yes, LORD!"
(Scrib'nino readjusts his reading glasses, and squints
at the big papyrus scoll in his lap. Underneath the
huge dictation scroll is a tiny gray kitten, sound asleep and purring loudly. The kitten, not all gray but with a spot of white on his small nose, just came in last night, from one of the tornados in the Eastern United States.)
"HOLY SPIRIT says:
'But, it's been MONTHS!
And, she still sees Me as a little white GHOST
from an old TV SHOW!'
LORD says: 'We have to
be patient, Casper. Our
daughter didn't use to
see You as anything.
We Both think that You are making progress.'
FATHER says: 'Casper,
stop CRYING! Buck UP!
YOU'RE a SPIRIT! NOW
ACT like ONE!"
(Angel Scrib'nino pauses reading,
pushes back his glasses, and looks up.)
"Do You want to hear
MORE, LORD?"

[Gruff Voice.]
[Sigh.]
"Alright.
That's enough,
Angel Scrib'nino."
[Sigh.]
"That's ENOUGH.
NOW.....back to the
Middle EAST situation....."

(Angel Ralph, who has
been sitting quietly on
his bright-green velvet
cushion on the Tile Floor
and meticulously taking
each folded white Recycled-Prayer-Slip
out of the basket, and
spreading it out on the floor, suddenly starts waving one of the paper slips toward The Thrones: his freckled hand
high in the air, and his frizzy head tilted to one
side. The prayer-slip that Ralph is holding is bright yellow.)

[Gruff Voice.]
"What IS it,
Angel Ralph?"

"FATHER?
I FORGET?
WHAT do I DO if
it's YELLOW?"

[Gruff, Impatient Sigh.]
[Silence.]

[Gentle, Patient Voice.]
"That means, Angel Ralph, that it has been in the Recycled-Prayer-Basket
several times, now. You
may give it to The Father."

"YES, LORD!"
(Ralph scrambles around on
his big pillow, and reaches
forward with the Bright Yellow Prayer Slip. He drops it, and picks it up
again: reaching out and
giving it to Scrib'nino, who
leans forward and hands it
to The Father. A tiny, squeaky mew
ensues; apparently the gray, white-nosed kitten
has just woken up.)

[The Father takes a moment to read the Yellow
Recycled-Prayer Slip from
Earth. Then He shakes
His head.]
"No."

[Gentle Voice.]
[Gentle Sigh.]
"FATHER...........!"

[The Father shakes His
head again.]
"No."
[The Father hands the
Yellow Slip back to Scrib'nino, who hands it
back to Angel Ralph, who
puts in into the Golden Bowl
labeled (in gold)
'NO: RECYCLE'.]

[Gentle Sigh.]

[Casper sighs, too, though
He's not really sure what
He's sighing about: He's
a little Air-Headed.]

[Gruff Voice.]
"NOW.......Let Us get
back to the MEETING.....!"

(Suddenly there's a scruffling noise.)

[Gruff Voice, rather Irritated.]
"What is it, NOW?"

"FATHER?"
(Scrib'nino is frowning,
and pointing toward the
River of Life Flowing from
The Thrones.)
"SCRIBNO just pushed
my feather PEN into.... the
WATER!"

"Who's.......SCRIBNO?"
[Casper looks about,
rather cluelessly, with His
big blue cut-out eyes. He is
a tiny white-sheet-form
in the Huge Golden Throne.
He is sitting right on the
edge of the Chair: no feet
in sight, just the rounded
edge of a white sheet floating.]

"The........KITTEN."
[A Gentle Voice and
a Gruff Voice speak
at the same time.]

"I'll GET it!"
(Angel Ralph scrambles
up from his cushion; he knows that Scrib'nino
isn't allowed to stand up
during a Staff Meeting until The Meeting is over.)

[Gruff Voice.]
"Just give the pen back
to Scribno; let him play
with it."

"OKAY!
YES,
FATHER!"
(Ralph sticks his bare feet
into the Sparkly River of
Life, and fetches the edge
of the feather pen with one
big toe and one smaller toe.)

"FATHER?"
(Scrib'nino squints up at
the Throne: his big reading
glasses falling down his
nose. On his lap, Scribno
is rolling this way and the
other: wrinkling up the
Dictation-Scroll, and biting
the edge of it with his tiny
sharp teeth.)
"Can I have a ......LAPTOP?"

[Gruff Voice.]
"No."

(Scrib'nino gently tries
to disengage Scribno's teeth from the Scroll.
Scribno digs his tiny teeth
in, even harder.)
"Everybody on EARTH.....
has one!"

[Gruff Voice, albeit Patient.]
"No."

[Gentle Voice.]
"Father......perhaps
We should discuss the
matter of the Yellow....."

[Gruff Voice.]
"No."

[Casper squirms on His
Too-Big Throne Chair. The
edge of His White Sheet
moves like the little Casper
on the 1960's televsion
cartoon. His big blue cut-out eyes look a little
clueless.]
"Is the meeting........OVER?"

[The Father reaches
down, and hands another
remarkably similar feather pen to His Dictation Angel.]
[He Gruffly Sighs.]
"Absolutely not.
We haven't even gotten
it STARTED.........
yet."
******************
Go ye
therefore,
and teach
all nations,
baptizing them
in the
name of
the Father,
and of
the Son,
and of
the
Holy Ghost.
[Matthew 28:19]

Copyright 2012.

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