This Is Your Conscience Speaking
1 Kings 17:7–24
(Nick enters with a paper bag looking pleased. He sits down, ready for lunch.)
Nick: I’ve been waiting all day for this lunch. I wonder what mom packed for me. (Starts pulling out pieces of his lunch.) Ooh! I love peanut butter and jelly. You’re awesome, Mom! Suzi Panzerelli’s mom always gives her liverwurst. Can you believe it? Yuck!
(Pulls out an apple, orange, a couple of granola bars, and finally a package with a desert.) Awesome! My favorite. Ho Hos!
(Susanna walks in, head down, obviously very upset. Doesn’t see Nick at first. She wipes a tear and blows her nose into a handkerchief with a loud honking sound.)
Nick: Hey, Suzanna! Lay off the foghorn, will you? I’m trying to eat.
Susanna: (Startled) Oh! Sorry. I didn’t see you there.
Nick: What’s wrong? Where’s your lunch?
Susanna: (Tries to look brave.) Lunch? Oh, it’s...um...it’s...
Nick: Have you been crying?
Susanna: (Trying to be tough now.) Why would I cry? I mean, maybe I just decided to not have lunch today. Just because it’s lunch time doesn’t mean you have to eat lunch.
Nick: You love lunch.
Susanna: (Bursting into tears, but manages to tell story between sobs.) Okay, you’re right. I love lunch. Mom always packs a great lunch, and I had just set everything out on a table outside when a little kid came up to me to tie his shoes. I helped him out, but his shoe was so knotted up that it took awhile to fix. When I looked up, a stray dog had jumped on the table, eaten my whole lunch, and there was nothing left but dog drool.
Nick: (Incredulous) The whole thing?
Susanna: Even the plastic wrap. (Bursts into tears again.)
Nick: Gee. That’s too bad.
Susanna: I’m sooooo hungry!
Nick: Well, maybe you should just fast and pray today.
Susanna: I guess I’ll have to...unless...(looks hopefully at Nick)
Nick: Oh, no. Don’t look at me. I’m a growing boy, and I need every calorie in this paper bag.
Susanna: Just a little?
Nick: It’s only a few hours until school is over. You can make it until then.
Susanna: I can’t believe you’d do that to your own sister. (Stands up to leave)
Nick: Where are you going?
Susanna: To look at the vending machine. At least it has a good reason not to share. (Stomps out stage right.)
Nick: (Lifts sandwich, about to take a bite.)
Voice: (From microphone.) Ni-i-i-icck.
(Nick looks around, then is about to take another bite, but before he can, he hears the voice again.)
Voice: (From microphone.) Ni-i-i-icck!
Nick: (Jumps up, not able to take a bite.) Who—who’s there? If you’re the dog that ate my sister’s lunch, you can forget about eating mine. You’re not getting it.
Voice: Ni-i-i-ick! This is your conscience.
Nick: (Rolls his eyes.) You? What do you want? I’m eating lunch.
Voice: You need to share with Suzanna, Nick. That dog at her whole lunch. She’s very hungry. Just think how it would be if a dog ate your lunch.
Nick: What? No way. This is MY lunch. Mom made it for me, and I’m hungry! I want to eat it in peace without you or anyone else bugging me, so go away.
Voice: I can’t go away. I’m part of you, Nick.
Nick: Which part?
Voice: The kind part. Remember, God has put kindness in you. It’s time to use that kindness to help Suzanna.
Nick: (Big sigh) You’re really not going to leave me alone, are you?
Voice: Not a chance.
Nick: Okay. I’ll share. You’re right. She’s hungry and it’s the kind thing to do. (Packs lunch and leaves stage right.) Hey, Suzanna! Want an apple?
(Ariana and Suzanna enter stage left. Suzanna takes a bite of an apple. Ariana is holding a microphone.)
Suzanna: Thanks for your help, Ariana.
Ariana: Any time. There’s nothing like your conscience to help you do what’s right.
(Girls give each other high five and exit.)