Servers: The
Skit
based on Ephesians 2:8-10 and Mark 10:45
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Spencer:
Mrs. Server:
Peter:
Simon:
Mr. Server:
Ryan
Sawyer
Zach
Matt
Chandler
Peter: (Arrives with 4
papers in hand and a
tennis racket & jacket.)
Hmm. 777 Service
Street. Welcome to the
Server Home. This must
be the place. (Knocks
on door.)
Spencer: MOM, Can you
get the door?
Mrs. Server: Well, hello
Peter. So nice you could
come to our home
tonight.
Peter: Hello, Mrs.
Server. I found these
papers in your driveway.
I’d have carried more,
but my hands were full.
Are they yours?
Mrs. Server: Oh, yes.
The dog used to get our
paper for us and bring it
in every day, but ever
since he ran away, we
just don’t seem to get
the paper picked up as
often as we’d like.
Peter: Your dog ran
away? I’m sorry to hear
that. I’ve never heard of
a dog running away from
home.
Mrs. Server: It’s just as
well. He expected us to
feed him EVERY day, and
that was getting a little
old. I’ll let Spencer know
you’re here, Peter.
(Turns & shouts.)
Spencer…Peter’s here!
Spencer:
mother.
Coming
Mrs. Server: So tell me,
Peter. How did you meet
Spencer?
Peter:
The tennis team.
Spencer:
(Spencer
enters.) Hi, Peter.
Peter: Hi, Spencer.
Thanks for having me
over tonight.
Spencer:
Oh great, you
brought your tennis
racket. Just drop it on the
floor anywhere. Hey,
great coat, Peter!
Peter: Oh, thank you.
(Removes it to hand to
Spencer, who completely
ignores it, so he looks at
audience & drops it on
floor.) So what are we
doing tonight?
Spencer:
Come on into
the family room. We’ll
play some ping-pong
until supper is ready.
Then maybe after supper
we’ll go to the park and
play some tennis. (Boys
prepare to play ping
pong.)
Peter: So, shall we ping
to see who serves first?
Spencer:
No, you just
serve. I’m not into that.
Peter:
Not into what?
Spencer:
Serving.
Peter: You never serve?
Spencer: Hey, it’s not my
thing, okay? It’s the
same when I play
volleyball and tennis.
Peter: So that’s why
you never serve at tennis
practice.
Spencer:
That’s right.
I never want to serve.
Peter: Doesn’t
that…well, kind of limit
your game?
Spencer:
Oh, we all
have our strengths.
Serving just just isn’t my
gift.
Peter: You should
consider trying to serve,
Spencer.
Spencer: It’s not my gift,
but…I’ll pray about it.
Mrs. Server: Boys,
supper’s ready.
Peter: Oh great. Boy it
sure smells good. I can
hardly wait.
Spencer:
Come on into
the dining room, Peter.
(All enter to sit at the
table.)
Mr. Server: Well,
Spencer, introduce us to
your guest.
Spencer:
Oh, sure Dad.
This is my brother Simon
and father, Sam. And
you’ve met my Mom,
Sally.
Mr. Server: Welcome to
the Server home, Peter.
Glad you could join us for
dinner.
Mrs. Server: Sam, let’s
start with prayer.
Mr. Server: Surely, Sally.
Let’s pray. (All bow
heads.) Lord, thank you
for the smell of the food
you have provided, and
for the fellowship of our
guest, Peter. Amen.
Spencer:
What did you
fix for supper, Mom?
Wait, let me guess (takes
a big sniff.) Hmm, smells
like that delicious golden
sautéed chicken breast.
Simon: (Takes a sniff.)
With corn, peas, smashed
potatoes and gravy.
Spencer:
(Takes a big
sniff.) And homemade
bread—don’t forget the
homemade bread. That’s
the best part.
Mr. Server: Boy oh boy,
you’ve outdone yourself
this time, honey. Dinner
smells just great.
Simon: Sure wish we
had someone to serve it
to us. (Everyone laughs.
Long awkward pause.)
Spencer:
My stomach’s
growling. I sure wish
someone had set the
table. (Long pause.)
Peter: Mrs. Server, can
I help you in the kitchen
or get something for
you?
Mrs. Server: Oh, that’s
okay. You’re our guest,
Peter and we don’t want
to put you out. (Long
awkward pause.)
Peter: Well, I don’t
mean to be rude, but is
supper ready?
Mrs. Server: Oh, it’s
ready. I took the
chicken & bread out of
the oven nearly ten
minutes ago. (Long
awkward pause.)
Peter:
Pardon me for
asking, but would you
like me to set the table?
Mr. Server: Peter, we
wouldn’t think of asking
you to set the table.
You’re our guest. (Long
awkward pause.)
Peter: So, does your
family have all your
meals like this?
Spencer:
Oh no, we
used to have a cook that
would serve us our
evening meals.
Simon: But ever since
she left, we usually have
a walk-through meal.
Spencer:
But Mom said
we had to sit at the table
for this meal, because we
were having a guest.
Peter: Oh, I’m sorry. I
didn’t mean to change
your routine.
Mr. Server: No
trouble…no trouble at all.
(Long pause.)
Peter: Well, pardon me
again, but I’d really
enjoy setting the table
and serving the food.
Really, I kind of like
helping out.
Simon: Where do you
get these ideas, Peter?
Peter: Well…I’m a
Christian.
Mr. Server: So are we.
We’re Lutherans. And us
Lutherans always live by
Ephesians 2:8-9: “For it is
by grace you have been
saved, through faith — and
this not from yourselves, it
is the gift of God — not by
works, so that no one can
boast.”
Mrs. Server: That means
it doesn’t matter what
we do, it only matters
what we believe.
Peter: Pardon me, Mr.
Server, but verse 10
goes on to complete
Paul’s thought: “For we
are God’s workmanship,
created in Christ Jesus to
do good works, which
God prepared in advance
for us to do.”
Simon: Wow, sure glad I
only memorized vs 8-9!
That verse 10 sounds like
work.
Peter: Well, when you
throw in verse 10, we
see that although we are
saved by faith, God still
expects us to do good
works--to serve—in
gratitude for His grace.
Spencer: Hey, maybe that’s
why you sometimes hear
people call Jesus the
Servant King.
Simon: SERVANT King.
Nonsense, kings HAVE
servants; they’re NOT
servants themselves!
Peter: Actually, Spencer is on
to something. In fact, in Mark
10:45, Jesus identified himself
as the Servant King.
Simon: Hey, that’s a
confimation memory verse:
“For even the Son of Man did
not come to be served, but to
SERVE…”
(Everyone in room gasps
in unison.)
Simon: “…and to give his
life as a ransom for
many.”
Spencer:
to serve?
So, it’s okay
Peter: It’s more than okay.
It’s expected. If we call
ourselves Christians, by
definition we’re called to
be servants, like Christ.
Mr. Server: So serving—like
forgiving--is a way of life
for us.
Mrs. Server: So being a
Christian and not serving
is as crazy as…
Simon: It’s as crazy as
preparing a great meal
and never eating it.
Spencer: It’s as crazy as
having the last name
Server and not serving?
Mr. Server: Hmm. Serving
Servers? That sounds so
crazy it just might work.
Hey, let’s go get the food.
(All exit.)