Your bedroom is cold – the sheets are even colder.

“No worries.” you say. “I’ll just buy some fluffy replacements.”

You change all your bedding so much so, that now, every time you turn on your pillow, teddy bear fleece fibres fly up your nostrils.

Just before you rise, you remember that you forgot to drape today’s clothes over every spare radiator, so now, getting dressed is going to be like wrapping sheets of ice around your frozen frame.

While having breakfast, you thank God for the provision of warm porridge, but as you do so, the contrast between the hot air coming out your mouth and the temperature in the room, causes you to appear as if you are obsessively vaping.

The cold spoon in your hand feels like you’re clutching an icicle and two of your fingers turn hard and yellow.

You grab your Bible and blanket and settle down to have a quick quiet time with the Lord, knowing that the gentle reassurance of his love will stop you feeling so sorry for yourself.

As you flick aimlessly through the pages of his Word, you notice a common theme:

“Do not fret because of evil doers, nor be envious of the workers of iniquity, for they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither as the green herb…”

“Abstain from all appearances of evil…”

“Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your life. Avoid all perverse talk; stay away from corrupt speech.”

Interesting.

Rita Rich who lives across the way, doesn’t have the same morning struggles as you.

As she swings her legs out of bed and places them on the warm rug, she wonders which bathroom did she leave her toothbrush in last night. Her clothes are strewn about by her feet. She tossed them right there last night, knowing that the underfloor heating would make them nice and toasty by daybreak.

As she pulls the duvet over her pillow, the book she was reading the night before, falls to the floor. It lands on the page where there are three real satanic spells described in detail for the reader to follow in their spare time.

Demonic imagery winds its way through every chapter, but nothing less can be expected from an author who is proud to admit that she is a witch.

Rita has been lovingly warned several times that this is not the type of reading material that should be cherished by somebody who professes to be a Christian.

She snorted whenever the subject was brought up, and continued to make excuses for her witchcraft collection, and the snort in time, changed to deep contempt.

Who are you to tell her what to do? You are hardly an example of virtue, with your irritating manner and ridiculously annoying exuberance for everything holy.

“Fussy, fanatic, fuddy-duddy. I have no respect for you or your opinions and all my budding besties have no problem with my lifestyle, so silence yourself and get out of my conscience.”

There’s no more time for either of you to read, because you both have to get to your jobs. As you make your way to your 20-year-old car, you carefully slide your body towards the brick wall so as to not come into contact with the side wing. That worn-out panel just below the passenger door fell off last week and was welded back on crooked. The last thing you want to do is knock it off again. You hastily write a note in your phone to pick up some strong adhesive tape from the motor shop on your way home.

Rita is making notes also. She needs to remember that they are having wild salmon for tea tonight, followed by a £40 block of Raclette to have with some crackers.

Of course she does the opposite to you. She deliberately rubs herself against her brand new car several times, because it brings out the shine in the paintwork.

While she turns on the heated seat function, you grab a blanket from the door pocket of your motor and wrap it around your legs. Your mind shifts to the book of Job and you suddenly realise you have been blinded just like he was:

Job, in his misery, declared that there was no point in being righteous – seeking to maintain a godly lifestyle in a perverted and evil world. He did a quick comparision check and deduced that there is no benefit in obeying the Lord’s commands. He looked at his ugly, stinking, decomposing body and decided that to be ungodly gets you wealth, friends, success and happiness, whereas following God brings misery, poverty, bereavement and every kind of unfathomable trial.

Nobody wanted to be around Job. Nobody considered him approved of by the Lord.

“He must have secret sins. He must be harbouring unconfessed transgressions. His iniquities must weigh in the balance far heavier than mine.”

And so, Job like one of the Psalmists, announced that there was no point in serving God wholeheartedly. Oh, how easy it is for us to say this was foolish speech when we know the glorious end to the story!

But in reality, do we sometimes go very near to the edge and risk falling into the same trap of such ignorant conclusions?

When there is no forseeable end to the difficulties we face, despite the constant effort to walk closely to the Lord, we are susceptible to looking around and making comparisons with the lives of the lukewarm.

Friends, those whose behaviour proves a serious lack of the fear of the Lord, are not to be admired. Be neither jealous, nor resentful.

Ask the Lord for a softer heart so that you can pray for the blessing of the ungodly instead of allowing them to irritate you – and I’m referring at this present moment to those who claim to be Jesus followers, but are more interested in the rotting, pagan world around them. Those who are happy to dress their children up as warlocks on World Book Day and see nothing wrong in letting them walk around satanic museums, filled with wizard artifacts, books of spells and all manner of demonic imagery. Those who idolise pagan celebrities who have unashamedly sold their souls to the devil for fame. Those who interpret the Bible according to their own fleshly lusts.

“But they lead worship on a Sunday morning and intercede marvelously at public prayer meetings. They teach the youth group, run a house gathering during the week, and are admired greatly by their church leader. They can’t be all that bad surely!”

I don’t care how many ‘Christian’ friends they claim to have, or church rotas they are on. I don’t care how many sermons they preach and how many people hang onto their every word. They need to repent – and so do we if we have ever allowed Job-type thoughts to fester in our minds when we look upon their lifestyles and deem them to be more fortunate than ourselves.

So, do the wicked prosper? It seems so. But only for a time. Keep being who you are and doing what you do. God is not blind. Cheer yourself with the fact that he rewards the righteous in his time, and leave him to deal with the spiritually comotose.

Job eventually realised that the only thing that brings true happiness and blessing is to remain stedfast in your faith and walk.

I write because it brings me joy knowing I’m doing what I was called to do and that delivers far more peace than the promise of a large paycheck.

I am not perfect by any means and I am not claiming to have a deeper reverance for the Lord than those who sin differently from me – only God knows the true heart of a person, but when the lifestyles of certain people indicate little spiritual fruit, those people are not to be envied, nor used as a comparison as to who is the most blessed.

If you are endeavouring to bring God glory in all your pursuits, you are already prosperous.

Enjoy your life and the joy of obeying your calling. God will help you endure the now if you will trust that his future for you is very good indeed.

Cheering you on all the way.

***(This is a featured post, so it will always remain at the top. To choose other articles in this category, select the category title, ‘writing’ which is in brown lettering at the top left of this page, or keep scrolling down until you get to the previous post.)***

The more I live this life, the more I’ve come to realise that often, things are not what they seem.

People who appear to be happy can be nurturing a deep sadness. Quiet people can have an abundance of self-confidence. Noisy, gregarious people are sometimes feeling insecure. Some couples who can’t stop touching each other, will be divorced within 18 months.

I like the lyrics to this song:

We are all the same, it seems,

Behind the eyes.

Broken promises and dreams

In good disguise.

All we’re really looking for

Is somewhere safe and warm –

The shelter of each other in the storm.

(Amy Grant)

I believe we all need each other. We’ve all got encouraging stories brewing up inside of us that someone, somewhere needs to hear. Everyone has a tale to tell, because we have lived a bit of life that has given us an experience unique to us.

I’d like to take this time right now to encourage you to start putting together your story. It doesn’t have to be in the format of a physical book. Just communicate in a way that is comfortable for you.

In the Bible, the writers who penned the Psalms, were often so full of emotion, that they blurted out anger, frustration, fear, jealousy, desire for vengeance, impatience and disappointment in God, without even thinking about presentation and style. Some did cleverly put words together in a poetic format, or to the tune of certain songs, but not all. After expressing their angst, they then considered the goodness of God and ended their tirade with words of faith, knowing that despite what they were going through, the Lord was the one who would deliver them from their distress.

This honesty and reflection is encouraging, for like the song above states, deep down, we are all the same, because even though our circumstanes and backgrounds differ from each other, we all go through heartaches and trials that leave us deserate for divine intervention.

I don’t know what most people are currently facing, but I do know that the situations I have experienced will help somebody in their own corner of the world, have hope that with God’s help, they will come out the other side, undestroyed. That’s why I love to write. God is so faithful, even when we mess-up big time.

He comes alongside us when we go through hard times and before you know it, he brings us alongside someone else who is going through hard times – so that we can be there for that person just as God was there for us. (2Cor 1:4 MSG)

My prayer is that you will find something among my pages that will bless you abundantly so you can then go and tell you own story of God’s goodness and love when it felt like your whole world was caving in.

Much love,

*This term was not intended to be derogatory. George Mueller who coined the phrase, loved children so much that he sacrificially looked after over 10,000 orphans in his lifetime and established 117 schools. He was trying to explain that the boy appeared to have special needs, or as we would respectfully say nowadays, had learning difficulties.

George Mueller (1805 -1898), tells a story of a time when a man was travelling on an open wagon ridden by a very strong donkey. A young boy whom he described as half-idiotic, flagged the vehicle down in order to hitch a ride. He was carrying a heavy load. The man agreed and the boy climbed up onto the cart with his laden basket. Thinking he would do the donkey a favour, the boy held his heavy load high in the air throughout the journey, in order to help ease the weight for the animal. Naturally, bearing heavy loads is precisely what the donkey was for and it would have been easily able to carry the weight of many cumbersome bundles.

Mr Mueller used this story to highlight how we sometimes treat God like how the young boy regarded the donkey. We have heavy loads that we cannot bear, but instead of casting the weight onto our ever-willing Father, we hold onto the burdens ourselves.

There are so many things to worry about in life and often, it is a daily battle to fight off anxiety as soon as we awake. But that is precisely what our heavenly father wants us to do through the power of his Holy Spirit. We were not created to be bowed down with stress.

There is a story in my book, “Why You Make God Smile Vol. 1” (Hanging From the Ropes of Life) which talks about a time when I was so crippled with fear that I literally could not move. The experience taught me a valuable lesson about trusting in God at all times.

Like the donkey cart owner, I also have encountered a young boy with learning difficulties whom God used to teach me a lesson about his never ending love for us. The Mystery of the Disappearing Boy can be found in Chapter 13 of, “God Loves Children”.

Some people think God is silent. He is not. He uses many ordinary situations to remind us of how much he cares about what is going on in our hearts and lives.

As you read through these excerpts, true stories and articles, may you receive a fresh encounter with him today.

Duration

You will need to know how long your sketch is going to last. The suggested summaries and prayers are not included in the duration time. The duration times also do not include curtain closes and set changes, as everybody will have a different type of stage and props. Please remember to bear this in mind when deciding on the length of your play.

Ideal age

The ideal age is from 8 years old upwards, but younger children can also be included because there are small non-speaking parts in some of the plays. However, I suggest that the sketches below should be performed by older children owing to the suggestive content:

1. Scene 5 of, “The Story of Joseph”, which portrays Joseph’s confrontation with Potiphar’s wife.

2. “What Do You Say?”, which is the account of the woman caught in the act of adultery.

Capitalisation

All the drama sketches (excluding the narration) are in rhyme to help make it easier for the actors to remember their lines and hopefully, to make it more fun. The poetry is written in the modern format of not capitalizing the first letter of every line, making it easier to flow when the actors are reading their lines.

Monologues

There are 7 long monologues in this book that I suggest should be performed by your more confident actors. Here are some tips for how to prepare the performance:

• Vary the tone of voice according to the current lines being spoken.  i.e., the main emotion with most of them is sadness and regret, but there are times when the character is reflecting back to the good times and it will help if the actor portrays this by using positive facial expression, switching into anger or sadness as their mind suddenly flicks back to the present.
• Also, encourage the actor to practice altering vocal speed and gesticulation. This will help them learn the lines more easily and should be practised regularly until they can empathise with how the character is really feeling.
• Breaking the lines down into separate chunks will also help to make the monologue easier to memorise, together with stepping into a slightly different position when reciting each chunk.
• Alternatively, if you have the technical equipment to do so, you could project the words, large enough to be seen on stage, onto a plain wall behind the audience, so that the performer could surreptitiously glance far ahead and read the words.

The monologues are:

Where Is The Hand? (The Story of Joseph)

Broken Promise (The Story of Joseph)

Shall I Go? (The Story of Esther)

Christmas Regret

Just One Touch

Jo’s Complaint (Consequences)

I Have To Pay (Consequences)

Suggested summaries

At the end of each sketch, before the director’s notes, there is a summary and salvation prayer that can be used if you are unsure of how to conclude the performance. Naturally, church leaders may want to organise their own summary – but I’ve included one for each sketch, just in case it is needed.

The Rhyming Drama Book has been written particularly for students in schools, churches, and youth groups who wish to perform short plays based on Bible stories, and biblical principles.

Each story is designed to help you make the Bible come alive in an exciting way and I have kept the suggested props and costumes basic, to accommodate those performing on a low budget. However, performers may adjust the props and costumes according to the individual needs of the cast, and the setting on which the play is being performed.

Each play comes with a page detailing the suggested props and costumes required, bible references, approximate duration, a suggested summary with salvation prayer and director’s notes at the end.

I hope that practising and performing will be a great joy to you. Remember that no matter how small your stage is or how quickly your performance is over, God’s amazing word is living and active as has the power to change lives. So, whether you are a group of budding actors or just trying to share the good news of salvation with your local community, he is working through you, so have fun.

May God bless you abundantly!

Stage Layout

BACKSTAGE

AUDIENCE

Topic: The story of Joseph from birth to the death of Jacob (Based on Genesis 37-49)

Main theme: God is in control of our destiny

Approx duration: 38 minutes

1. Cast, Suggested Props & Costumes.
2. SCENE 1: Narration (Based on Genesis 37:1-17)
3. SCENE 1: Let’s See (Based on Genesis 37:1-20)
4. SCENE 2 : Narration (Based on Genesis 37:21-24)
5. SCENE 2 : Where Is The Hand? (Based on Genesis 37)
6. SCENE 3 : Narration Based on Genesis 37:25-30)
7. SCENE 3: Secret Intention (Based on Genesis 37:25-30)
8. SCENE 4: Narration (Based on Genesis 37:31-35)
9. SCENE 4: Broken Promise – The Cry of Jacob (Based on Genesis 37:29-35)
10. SCENE 5: Narration (Based on Genesis 37:36 & 39:1-7)
11. SCENE 5: Confrontation (Based on Genesis 37:36 & Genesis 39:1-20)
12. SCENE 6: Still Waiting (Based on Job 28, Genesis 39:21-23 &  40:23)
13. SCENE 7: Narration (Based on Genesis 39:20 – 40:1-8)
14. SCENE 7: The Dreams (Based on Genesis 40:1-19)
15. SCENE 8: Narration (Based on Genesis 40:20 – 41:45)
16. SCENE 9: Narration (Based on Genesis 42:1-5)
17. SCENE 9: My Brothers (Based on Genesis 42:1-20)
18. SCENE 10: Narration (Based on Genesis 42:23 – 44:34)
19. SCENE 10: The Appointed Time (Based on Genesis 42-45)
20. SCENE 11: Narration (Based on Genesis 44 & 45)
21. SCENE 11: Reunion (Genesis 44 & 45) Plus end narration (Genesis 46 & 47, 48:11, 49:33)
22. Suggested Summary
23. Director’s Notes

Cast, Costumes, Props

Cast: 30 characters + a narrator

Levi

Asher

Naphtali

Simeon

Gad

Dan

Zebulun

Issachar

Judah

Reuben

Joseph

Jacob

Potiphar

Potiphar’s wife

Baker

Cupbearer

King

Non-speaking parts

Benjamin

2 traders who become the 2 jailers in Scene 5

10 people who play the ‘crowd’ of foreigners who have come to buy food, in Scene 10.

Suggested costumes & props

A medium to long-length colourful cardigan, jacket, or coat.

Several pieces of pita bread

11 plastic cups

A large ground-cloth for brothers eating in the field.

Several large boxes to act as rocks around the opening of the pit.

A tee-shirt for Reuben that can be easily ripped in several stages.

A shirt to be worn by Jacob that can be ripped off his body while grieving.

A wide bench or couch, big enough to seat two people.

A long dress, and a shawl to be worn by Potiphar’s wife. The dress must be sleeveless so she can pull one of the straps down to feign she was attacked by Joseph.

A medium size box with various miscellaneous items that Joseph uses in Scene Four.

A make-up bag with mascara and a snap-shut powder compact.

A bottle of water for Potiphar’s wife to use to smear her make-up.

A silver cup for Joseph to pull out of Benjamin’s bag in Scene Ten.

10 large sacks or dustbin bags.

A wealthy-looking outfit for Joseph to wear when he becomes the Prime Minister.

A walking stick for Jacob to use in Scene 11. This must be sturdy enough to be dropped.

Scene One: Narration (Based on Genesis 37:1-17)

Nothing corrodes the heart more than jealousy. Nothing destroys the soul more than anger. Nothing perverts the mind more than hate.

Blinded by the hunger to attack, the enraged cannot see that they have initiated their own destruction. As fury turns to loathing, it melts into a liquid more destructible than molten lava. The imagination takes hold, and all the brain can think of is murder – justification for the bitterness that has destroyed his soul.

There lived long ago, a man named Jacob, who had two wives and two mistresses. From these four women, he had twelve sons, one of whom was called Joseph. Joseph was special to Jacob because he was the son of his favourite wife Rachel, and because he was born when Jacob was a very old man.

Rachel had another son after Joseph, named Benjamin, but she died while giving birth to him. In his grief, Jacob made a beautiful, embroidered coat for Joseph. Even though his older brothers should have had pity on him for losing his mother, they felt only anger and jealousy when they saw the coat.

You see, Rachel had been the only wife Jacob truly loved. Six of Joseph’s other brothers were sons of an unloved wife and the other four, were sons of servants who worked in the house.

It says, * “A fool’s mouth is his ruin – his lips get him into trouble.” This was certainly true of poor Joseph, for when he started telling tales to his father about what his brothers had been doing out in the fields, their rage was fuelled to the point of explosion.

One day, when Joseph’s brothers were out in the fields again, Jacob sent him to check up on them. When they saw him in the distance, they began to think about some of the things Joseph had recently told them. It wasn’t wise of Joseph to open his mouth and reveal his thoughts.

Maybe his indiscretion was his way of trying to get them to like him. But it didn’t work. The more they thought about it, the more their hatred grew. You see, Joseph was having some strange dreams – dreams they were hoping would never come true. (*Proverbs 18:7)

Scene One: Let’s See (Based on Genesis 37:1-20)

SIMEON

Have you seen how he parades himself

in that stupid, coloured coat?

ISSACHAR

He’s so smug, I cannot stand it.

DAN

I can’t bear to see him gloat!

GAD

Always whispering to daddy!

Always telling tales!

ZEBULUN

As a spy, he’s a sly one.

SIMEON

As a creep, he never fails!

LEVI

He really makes me sick!

ASHER

I could have hit him today.

NAPHTALI

Yeah, remind me of the story.

What did little brother say?

SIMEON

He dreamt he was worshipped

by the stars up in Heaven.

GAD

We were those stars.

JUDAH

How do you know?

GAD

Huh! There were…

ALL

Eleven!

DAN

Then we were sheaves of wheat.

ZEBULUN

But smaller and thinner.

NAPHTALI

He was the bigger one?

SIMEON

Yes. He ate us for dinner!

ISSACHAR

Why is he so arrogant?

ASHER

Who does he think he is?

LEVI

He thinks he is our master!

ASHER

How dare he talk to us like this!

GAD

Will he surely rule over us?

JUDAH

Will he tell us what to do?

NAPHTALI

Will we come to him for guidance?

JUDAH (laughs)

Will we bow down to him too?

ISSACHAR

I hate him!

DAN

I loathe him!

SIMEON

I want to see him dead!

He thinks he will reign over us,

let him lie in the grave instead!

NAPHTALI

He’s coming! Let’s do it now.

Let us take his life.

Let’s see what becomes of

this ‘son of the second wife’.

GAD

He’s our father’s favourite,

now he’s greater than us, it seems.

LEVI

Well, let’s kill him now.

ALL (except Reuben)

Let’s see what becomes of his dreams!

Scene Two: Narration (Based on Genesis 37:21-24)

It is said that * “A brother offended is harder to win over than a fortified city and heated disagreements in families, like the bars of a castle.

The eldest brother, Reuben, didn’t think it was right for them to kill Joseph, but he didn’t speak up and share his feelings. Maybe he was scared that they would turn on him too and shut him out of their lives. So, he suggested that they throw him into a large pit instead.  They all agreed. Just before they threw him in, they pulled off his beautiful coat. Joseph sat alone in the pit. It was smelly, damp, dark and he was so afraid.

(*Proverbs 18:19 Amplified Version)

Scene Two: “Where is the Hand?” (Based on Genesis 37)

JOSEPH

Where is the hand

God said he would extend,

if we ever needed

to confide in a friend?

Where is the ear

God said he would bend?

Where are the angels

God said he would send?

They have treated me

in this wicked fashion.

None of my siblings

had any compassion.

No-one came to help me,

so, here I sit,

freezing and frightened

in this lonely pit.

If they were from another tribe,

or from another land,

it wouldn’t be so hurtful

and maybe…I’d understand.

But my flesh and blood did this!

Now my heart is so frail!

It’s weak from the agony

of such a betrayal!

No-one to comfort me,

to say, ‘It’s alright.’

No face and no voice

to help me through the night.

This is the worst rejection

I have ever known.

I’ve never felt such fear –

never been…so alone.

(pause)

Was I wrong about my God?

Fooled into thinking he was kind?

Were all those lovely promises

just rubbish from my mind?

Have I no destiny?

Is there nothing ahead?

Is my life just a waste?

Should I really be dead?

(loud sigh)

Where is the hand

to reach down and heal this pain?

Will my God ever show…

his love to me again?