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What happens when you DON'T pray?
by Julie Michaelson
09/08/12
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I cry
aloud
to God....
that
He may
hear me.
[Psalms 77:1]
***************
Time: Right Now.
Place: The Throne Room in the Heavenly
Realms.
Characters: The Elohim (Stern Fatherly Voice,
and Gentle Son's
Voice); Messenger
Angel Nif'kalah.
______________
Knock.
Knock.

[GRUFFLY STERN VOICE.]
"COME!"

Angel Nif'kalah
floats inside. He's
never flown very gracefully,
and upon landing he accidentally kicks
one of the Guard
Angels in the head
with his bare left foot.
Nif'kalah is
carrying a little
gold basket, and adjusting
his halo. Finally he
screeches to a stop,
and pauses for a moment to catch his
breath. Then he
calls out.
"May I APPROACH,
My LORD?"

[GENTLE NOD.]

Nif'kalah trots
over, barefoot,
with the little basket, and then
looks down at row
of big velvet cushions:
all of them are different colors.
"MY LORD......?
Can I have the
GREEN...... ONE?"

[STERN FROWN.]
"NIF'KALAH!
STOP FUSSING
ABOUT!
JUST KNEEL!"

Angel Nif'kalah
nods woefully,
and trots over to
the big green velvet
Kneeling Pillow and
kneels: slowly and
deliberately folding
his wings; they're
spotted with bird poop from the flight,
and smell like late summer humidity
in South Texas. Nif'kalah tries to
put his face down
on the pillow in reverence, like he's
seen the Archangel
Michael do, but his
halo falls off and
smacks him in the
nose.

[GENTLE SIGH.]
"Alright,
My Nif'kalah.....
you may take
out the prayer,
and read it
to Us."

Nif'kalah looks up,
woefully. He holds
the little basket
upside down, and
shakes it; a tear
slides down his
little face.
"But, my....LORD!
I didn't GET...... ANYTHING!"
Nif'kalah sniffs,
and hangs his little
head down: halo sliding off again,
and hanging off his
soft frizzy brown
hair by a sparkly
silver thread.

[GENTLE SIGH.]
"That is ALRIGHT,
Angel Nif'kalah.
That is alright.......
you did a very good
JOB.......We know
that travel doesn't
come very easily to
you. You did a job,
well DONE."

(Sniff.)
(Sniff.)

"Father......."
[GENTLE GLANCE
TO HIS LEFT.]
"Perhaps....We
should give Our
daughter more......
ENCOURAGEMENT..."

[STERNLY GRUFF
VOICE.]
"Absolutely NOT!
We're not SANTA
CLAUS! SHE SHOULD PRAY,
no matter WHAT!"

[GENTLE PAUSE.]
[NODDING.]
"Well.......I KNOW,
Father, but......."

[STERN FROWN.]
[WATCHING ANOTHER ANGEL
LAND ON THE DOORSTEP.]
"But, NOTHING!
I'm not a GENIE
IN A BOTTLE!
She's... gotta LEARN!"

[GENTLE PAUSE.]
[NODDING.]
[SIGHING.]
"She.....thinks
You're....MEAN,
Father."

[GRUFF GLANCE.]
"Why is THAT?"

[PATIENT PAUSE.]
"Well.......
for one thing.....
You didn't put
any CATS...
in Our Book."

[STERN GLANCE
AT Nif'kalah, who
keeps lifting his
head from the Worship Pillow, to
scratch behind his
wings.]
"That's not TRUE;
There's......LIONS!"

[GENTLE NOD.]
"But, not KITTY...cats,
Father."

[IMPATIENT SIGH.]
[PAUSE.]
"NIF'KALAH!
Why do you keep....
.....SCRATCHING?"

The angel lifts
his head; he squints
at The Thrones,
woefully.
"CUZ,
FATHER!
I got MOSQUITO
BITES down on
EARTH!"

"Well.....STOP IT!"
[FROWN.]
[IMPATIENT PAUSE.]
"Look in your POCKET!"

Angel Nif'kalah
sits up on the velvet
green pillow, puts
his right hand in
his right pocket,
and then puts his
left hand in his
left pocket and pulls
out an extra large
pink bottle of Calamine Lotion.
He looks up and
beams a big smile.
"Thank You,
FATHER!"

[PATIENT SIGH.]
"Now, where...WERE...
We."

[GENTLE VOICE.]
"She thinks You
don't LIKE her,
Father."

"I MADE...
her,
DIDN'T I?"

[GENTLE CLEARING OF
THE THROAT.]
"Well........Father,
that's why she
thinks You don't
LIKE...... her."

Angel Nif'kalah is busy shaking
the pink bottle upside down: up and down,
up and down. He shakes it too hard,
however, and it
falls out of his hand,
and rolls over the
Golden Floor into
the Flowing River of
Life. Then it opens.
The little angel
murmurs to himself.
"Uh, oh."

[IMPATIENT SIGH.]
[BECKON NIF'KALAH TO
GET UP AND GO
OVER TO THE
FLOWING RIVER
OF LIFE, AND DIP
INTO IT SEVEN TIMES.]
"Maybe We should
just start OVER,
again."

[GENTLE VOICE.]
"We CAN'T... Father.
We already HAD..... a
FLOOD."

[GAZING AT
NIF'KALAH WHO
IS DUNKING UP
AND DOWN, UP
AND DOWN, INTO
THE NOW-PINK
RIVER.]
"Oy vey z'mir."

[GENTLE NOD.]
[GAZE PATIENTLY
AT THE ANGEL
WHO IS NOW
STANDING IN THE
RIVER WITH BRIGHT PINK WATER DRIPPING
OFF HIS RED,
SWOLLEN WINGS.]
[GENTLE CHUCKLE.]
"I agree.....Father.
I......
agree."
****************
My prayer
is to
Thee,
O Lord.....
in the
abundance
of Thy
steadfast
love,
answer me.
[Psalms 69:13]

Copyright 2012.

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