Where God’s Story Meets Yours {Stories Monologue 5 & Closing Narration}

MONOLOGUE 5

LILY is bundled back up in her winter attire. Music from the song “Everything Changed” is playing quietly beneath her exit.

It looks like it’s cleared up enough for me to get going again. (slings her purse on, and picks up her bag) Thank you . . . for everything. (smiles) I didn’t expect anything more than a warm place to watch my car from, but I’m so, so glad the rest stop was full . . . and that your light was on. Please, email me when you have a chance – I’d love to stay in touch.

LILY pauses to listen.

Yes, the merriest Christmas.

LILY smiles and turns to leave. She picks up her cell phone.

Hi, Mom? Yeah. I’m just leaving now. (pauses) No . . . don’t be sorry. This has turned into one of the best Christmases. (pauses and laughs as she exits STAGE RIGHT) I know it doesn’t make sense. . . I’ll explain it all to you when I get there.

CLOSING NARRATION

Stories . . . they’re the fabric of life that weave us together, moment-by-moment, end-to-end, one to another. They can be beauty and pain, tragedy and triumph, common and profound, all wrapped together, all at once. They’re ours to discover, to live, to share.

This story God is telling, at the moments of intersection where His story meets ours, is available any moment of any day, in any place to any one whose heart is ready and willing to listen.

Today . . . this Christmas Eve . . . is yours?

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Modern Day Miracle {Stories Monologue 4 & Everything Changed Live Music}

Song | North Point Community Church “Everything Changed” | Lyrics

As WORSHIP TEAM begins to play, lights come up 50% on LILY who is holding a Bible. For the beginning portion of the song, LILY is reading the Christmas story. Her spoken thoughts will begin entwined with the song, and complete after the conclusion of the lyrics. WORSHIP TEAM remains playing quietly underneath her until monologue is complete and music fades into the SHEPHERD video.

Song lyrics are indicated in bold. LILY’s drama cues and monologue are indicated in italic and regular font.

On a night like this on a broken road
She is far from sleep, she is far from home
For a baby’s cries tear the still of night
She wonders why

The future was bright and clear; she planned for a wedding day
Her daddy would hold back tears giving her hand away
Now all her hope and fear in a cradle lay
Cause a baby came and everything changed

On a night like this many years ago
As she held him close, she had come to know
That a mother’s heart could not let him go
And she now knows why

LIGHTS begin to move to full on LILY.

The future was bright and clear with hope and a promise made
The Light of the world was near, choirs of angels sang
Heaven’s exalted King in a manger lay
Cause a baby came and everything changed

LILY looks up from the Bible, reflective and speaks to the audience in the musical interlude. The end of her thought should correspond closely with the beginning of the next musical phrase.

All my years of Christmases past . . . I’ve never heard this story, this way, be so real . . . How could I have possibly missed this?

LILY closes her eyes, and holds the Bible close for a moment of introspection.

When our dreams grow dim and our hearts grow cold
He is never far from our broken soul

This is the piece . . . that something more I’ve wondered about at Christmas. It has to be.

LILY’s final line can overlap the “Gloria!” of the chorus if necessary. LILY gets up and runs her hand along the manger.

Gloria! our God is with us!
Gloria!  He has come to save!
Mercy and love now for every generation

Spoken between the musical phrasing.

This changes, everything.

For the Savior came and everything changed

Gloria! our God is with us!
Gloria!  He has come to save!
Mercy and love now for every generation
For the Savior came and everything changed

LILY looks toward the audience again.

Thank you . . . for sharing this with me. This storm . . . this story . . . (tearing up a bit) it was for me.

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Christmas Past {Stories Monologue 3}

LILY begins as if she is already in conversation with the audience. She is leaning casually against the NATIVITY SET finishing a sandwich recalling Christmas memories from her childhood.

Oh, I have such fond memories of Christmas growing up. My parents went out of their way to make the holiday special. We made Christmas cookies, and decorated Gingerbread houses and ate those tiny little chocolates for every day of December. There were Christmas plays and concerts and light shows – not just to be busy, you know, but to be together and make memories. Every Christmas Eve there were piles and piles of presents under the tree for each of us, oh we just loved it! I mean not every gift was really expensive or anything, some of them were simple, like a coloring book, or doll clothes, (she laughs) or a pair of those horrible jingle bell earrings. My parents just wanted Christmas to be full and magical for us . . . and it was.

But you grow up, you know, and things change. It’s not as cool to hang out and decorate the tree together anymore, you want to be with your girlfriends and hang out at the mall or something (chuckles). Then you go to college and get all serious and studious and barely have time to notice it’s December before you’re into final exams and winter break. And now? (reflective) Now with a career, living on my own away from home . . . I feel like I’ve lost the connection to what Christmas was in my life . . . what it is . . . what it should be.

LILY pauses, and takes a bite of her sandwich.

I know this is going to sound crazy, but it’s like there’s still this little girl part of me that really wants there to be something more . . . for my grown-up self to believe in at Christmas.

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Christmas Present {Stories Monologue 2}

LILY is sitting on one of the benches with a mug in her hand. Her coat and winter things are sitting on the bench beside her. She is again looking off STAGE RIGHT at the snow. She looks down at her watch and then at the audience.

No, it still doesn’t look like it’s letting up, but thank you for this (lifting her mug). I did call home and let them know I’d be late. I did not mention I was still two hours away on a good day, but hey- (offers a cheeky smile) they didn’t ask.

(Looking out the window) They’re probably opening presents now. It’s been a pretty big deal since my brother had the girls. (LILY looks toward the audience and continues with a progressively increasing tease to her voice) Everybody’s got their camera phone out, snapping pictures, taking movies, stepping on one another to get the best possible angle of the girls all dressed up in their new Christmas jammies in a mountain of sparkly paper, squealing with delight. (She laughs) Oh the sound of those precious little voices – takes days to stop the ringing in my ears!

LILY pauses for response.

Oh no, I told them to go ahead without me because I don’t want to mess up bedtime for my nieces. I’ve been reminded more than once that it’s difficult for them past a certain hour, and if I had kids I’d understand . . .

LILY looks into her mug, clears her throat and forces a smile.

My brother and sister-in-law don’t give me a lot of credit when it comes to “getting” the challenges they have as a growing family. (annoyed, then tinged with regret) They’re right. I’m not married. And I don’t have kids. How could I?

LILY looks back outside and takes a drink from her mug.

You know, some people get the wedding, the house, the family. Others get the career. I used to think it was possible to have it all, but lately I wonder. (pauses) Oh, I love my job. It’s great. Everything I dreamed it would be. (reflective) Except for the feeling that it’s not sometimes.

LILY pauses to reflect then breaks away from her inner thoughts, determinedly more upbeat.

Wow . . . I’m sorry . . . I didn’t mean to be such a downer. In an economy like this, I’m really thankful to have the job I have, and who knows? Maybe someday, I’ll be one of the lucky ones who get to have it all . . . a real Christmas miracle right?

LILY stands up and takes a step STAGE RIGHT to look outside again, forcing a chuckle.

But that clearly won’t happen until this storm lets up and I get on the road again . . .

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A Midwestern Christmas Storm {Stories Monologue 1}

LILY enters STAGE RIGHT bundled and cold. She stomps her feet as if removing snow from her boots and speaks to the audience.

Hi-i-i. (smiles and shivers a little) Wow! I have never seen it snow like this before! (looking back over her shoulder STAGE RIGHT) Nobody’s moving out there, and a lot of them are leaving their cars on the side of the expressway! (turns back to audience) Umm, would you mind if I waited inside until the storm blows over? I promise I won’t get in the way. I tried the rest stop first but it’s packed, and I’m running low on gas.

LILY pauses a moment as if listening to the response.

Thank you . . . thank you. (unbundling a little) I really appreciate it. (pauses) Yeah I’m on my way home for Christmas. (chuckles) I realize I’m cutting it pretty close. I heard the storm was coming, but you know how mommas’ are. Calling to cancel on Christmas Eve wouldn’t exactly have gone over very well.

LILY pauses again.

On, no. I’m fine. Thank you so much. (optimistic and watching the snow STAGE RIGHT) I don’t think it’ll be much longer. As soon as it clears I think I can manage if I go slow.

LILY looks back towards the audience, unwrapping her scarf and pulling off her gloves.

My name’s Lily by the way. (Smiles) Merry Christmas.

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