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Happy Birthday Church


It's that time again so here is a sketch I wrote for Pentecost a few years ago. It's based on Ephesians 4: 7 which says:

"Christ has given each of us special abilities—whatever he wants us to have out of his rich storehouse of gifts." (The Living Bible)

All: (Singing) Happy Birthday to you... Happy birthday to you...
1: Happy Birthday... (Offering gift to number 2)
2: O thanks... (taking gift and putting it straight down behind him)
1: Aren’t you going to open it?
2: Open what?
1: The gift!
2: What gift?
1: That gift!
2: Where?
1: There!
2: I don’t see any gift?
1: There... I just gave to you...
2: No you didn’t...
1: Yes I did...
2: Don’t believe you...
1: Oh I give up!
All: (Singing) Happy Birthday to you... Happy birthday to you...
1: Happy Birthday... (Offering gift to number 3)
3: O thanks... (taking gift and ripping off paper... finding tambourine) Amazing just what I always wanted... (starts banging it without any sense of rhythm... until finally throws it over his shoulder...) Anything else?
1: What?
3: Any other gifts?
1: No... That was yours... You just threw it away...
3: I was tired of that one... You must have others in there...
1: No... They’re for others...
3: Aw... Come on...
1: No...
3: Spoilsport!
All: (Singing) Happy Birthday to you... Happy birthday to you...
1: Happy Birthday... (Offering gift to number 4)
4: No thanks...
1: What?
4: Don’t need it...
1: What?
4: I’ve got lots of great stuff... Why would I need your cheap gift?
1: Well... I... Oh, never mind...
All: (Singing) Happy Birthday to you... Happy birthday to you...
1: Happy Birthday... (Offering gift to number 5)
5: O thanks... Thanks very much (taking gift and unwrapping it to find a big tin of Quality Street)1: You’re welcome...
5: That’s so kind... There’s so much here... Do you mind if I share them out?
1: No... That’s why I gave them to you...
5: Would you like one yourself...
1: Don’t mind if I do...
All: (Singing) Happy Birthday to you... Happy birthday to you... Happy Birthday dear church... Happy Birthday to you...
1: Grace was given to each of us according to the measure of Christ's gift.
© David Campton 2005
Shalom

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