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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Light and Dark (05/21/09)

TITLE: They've Gone Chicken Crazy!
By Karen Bankhead


“Lord, we come before You, open vessels, willing to do Your will and not our own, Pastor Williams prayed. “We ask that You use us in this endeavor, and let us be a blessing for Your purposes, in Jesus’ name. Amen.”

And they all said, “Amen.” The drama ministry was ready to begin the Saturday rehearsal for the spring extravaganza.

Pastor Williams continued, “I really appreciate the sacrifice you are all making, to spend your Saturday afternoon here, when we all know we could be somewhere else.

“Amen,” said a few. The cast took their seats in a circle in the room.

“So,” Pastor Williams continued, “We have a special treat for all of you saints. Sister Caroline has so graciously offered to bring us a nice catered lunch, so that we can be nourished and fellowship in the midst of our service of rehearsing and preparing to put on a great performance. Isn’t that wonderful?”

“Catered lunch?,” asked Sister Martha. “From where?”

“Well,” said Pastor, “If I know Sister Caroline, whatever it is, it’s gonna be good!”

“I certainly hope so,” said Sister Grace.

“I don’t eat fast food,” said Brother Thomas.

“Wait,” said Sister Martha. “Is she cooking, or is it store bought? ‘Cuz I don’t eat just anybody’s food.”

Pastor Williams intervened. “Now, saints, let’s just give thanks, and prepare the table. I believe there are some table cloths in the storage closet. She’ll be here shortly, and we have a lot of rehearsing to do.”

Sister Martha turned to him, “She does know we are on a schedule, right? Because if she doesn’t come soon, the food will just be a waste.”

“And I don’t like to waste food,” said Brother Thomas.

“Well,” said Pastor Williams. “Since we have some time, let’s run our lines as we prepare and wait.”

“Before we do that, Pastor,” said Sister Grace, “I have a question about my main speech.”

“The one where you are saying ‘wherever You lead, I’ll follow’?” asked Pastor.

“Yes,” said Sister Grace. “I just feel lost back there on stage with the crowd. I feel like the speech would have more meaning if I were more up front, do you know what I mean?”

“I’m not quite sure, but I’ll give it some thought.” said Pastor Williams. Now, let’s start with the second act. That’s where we need the most work.

“Hold up there, Pastor,” said Brother Thomas. “I wanted you to hear the new verse I added to my solo.”

“Oh, my brother,” said the Pastor, “I thought ‘I’m But an Instrument’ sounded just fine the last time you sang it. No need to add to it.”

“But, this new verse, it’s so edifying, Pastor! pleaded Brother Thomas.

“And I know the congregation won’t go home until I sing ‘I Surrender All,’ added Sister Grace. “That’s just the way it is.”

“Well, now, the show is already two hours long, and . . . ,” started Pastor Williams.

Blessedly, Sister Caroline bursts in the door.

“Hello, saints! Sorry to be running late, but surprise! I come bearing refreshment and nourishment for you hard-working servants of the Lord!

“Hallelujah, and it’s about time, “ said Sister Martha.

“What did you bring, and is it still warm?” asked Brother Thomas.

“Well, now, everything is just right. I have potato salad, a green salad, a jello mold, and some baked chicken breasts,” exclaimed Sister Caroline. “Everything is fresh and healthy!”

“Chicken breasts?!” asked Brother Thomas.

“No legs?!, asked Sister Grace.

“No wings?!, asked Sister Martha.

“Not even a thigh?!” said Brother Thomas.

“Now, now, saints,” interrupted Pastor Williams.

“Now, now, nothing,” said Sister Grace. “I can’t eat white meat. I need dark meat.”

“Me too,” said Sister Martha.

“This is a crying shame,” said Brother Thomas.

Sister Caroline was chagrined. “Well, I, I, didn’t realize everyone didn’t eat the white meat. It’s actually, healthier, and I . . . ”

“I can’t remember the last time I ate white meat, I really can’t,” said Sister Martha.

“Me neither,” said Brother Thomas.

“Well, we could just run out to the sandwich shop and get something we like, if you don’t mind, Pastor? suggested Sister Grace. “We’ll be back in a flash.”

The entire cast bounded out the door.

The Pastor sat down, resigned. Sister Caroline fixed him a plate and sat at the table, beginning to eat.

“What’s the show called this year, Pastor? asked Sister Caroline.

The pastor pushed the script toward her, and the title became apparent: “I’ll Be a Light for the Lord.”

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Jan Ackerson 05/28/09
Wonderful, wonderful irony.

The most common error here was one of punctuation of dialogue. If you'd like to PM me, I'll be glad to go over that with you.

The punctuation issue asside, this was very delightful, and I enjoyed reading it very much.
Dee Yoder 06/01/09
Boy, we saints really know how to ruin God's message, don't we? And we often can't even see ourselves doing it! Love the humor in this story!