So this week we had our second installment in our summer Elijah series. Instead of a sermon, we asked j. Snodgrass to pen a skit for us which led us into a great discussion. Enjoy!
NABOTH’S VINEYARD
Adapted from 1 Kings 21: 1-24
By j. SNODGRASS
The Cast :
Ahab
Naboth
Jezebel
Elijah
Narrator
Setting : Could be pretty much anywhere. There ought to be an easel with the audience lines written on it.
NARRATOR : Ahab was king of Samaria.
AUDIENCE : A good Samaritan.
NARRATOR : No, more of an evil-David. He disobeyed the Lord, married a Pagan by the name of Jezebel, and allowed her to pollute the Lord’s realm with shrines to Pagan Gods. And from his ivory palace, he would look down on a vineyard owned by Naboth…
NABOTH : (Holding up a bottle of wine) Ah, friend in good-fortune, solace of my afflictions, pride of my ancestors… (Kisses the bottle)
AHAB : Excuse me, I couldn’t help noticing your fine vineyard.
NABOTH : Interested in the wine business?
AHAB : Actually no, but you see it’s near my house, and I was thinking… Well, you see it’s near my house, right?
NABOTH : Oh, you mean that ivory palace over there? Can’t miss it.
AHAB : Right. So I was thinking…wouldn’t it be great?
NABOTH : Sure. What?
AHAB : To burn the vines, trample the grapes, smash the presses, tear up the land and plant a vegetable garden.
NABOTH : Well, that’s…certainly an option I hadn’t looked into before. But this vineyard has been in my family for years, I inherited it from my uncle, Hazor and let me tell you… You didn’t happen to know Hazor, did you?
AHAB : No.
NABOTH : A fat, horrible man with this really high, annoying voice and every day it was “Naboth, there’s a bug on our shirt.” “Naboth, could you crush this grape for us?” He must have…thought he was two people, that’s the way he always referred to himself. “Naboth? Give us a hand with this sandal-strap.” And for twenty-four years I worked for him, and eventually… Well, he couldn’t see his feet ‘cause of his fat belly, so I started elevating one of his sandals, you know, adding a thin strip of leather every night to the left and not the right, till finally after six years his spine cracked and–
AHAB : I assume this story is going somewhere?
NABOTH : I put up with a lot for this vineyard. So I’d like to keep it how it is.
AHAB : But you see I’m prepared to offer you a better vineyard. One with…
NABOTH : …One with..?
AHAB : One with all sorts of things to make your life easier. OR, I’d be glad to give you this vineyard’s value in currency. See look, my face is on all the bills. That’s how you know I’m a king you can trust.
NABOTH : Thanks, but no.
NARRATOR : And Ahab stormed back to his palace…
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