Program Goal: To encourage members to develop and maintain a love relationship with their Savior.
Preparation: Find people to fill the roles (there are speaking and nonspeaking roles) and help assemble the costumes and settings for the various scenes of this program. To be most effective, speakers should know their parts by heart. As people enter the room, give them small hearts made from red construction paper, bearing lines for a name, address, and telephone number, plus boxes to check for baptism or recommitment. The hearts will be used for an activity at the end of the program. Provide a decorated wicker basket.
- SDA Hymnal: “On Our Way Rejoicing”; “Like Jesus”
- Church Hymnal: “All Things Bright and Beautiful”; “Anywhere With Jesus”
- He Is Our Song: “Wonderful Lord”; “Let’s Talk About Jesus”
- Quarterly Theme Song: “The Promise,” Sabbath School Leadership, January 2003, page 30.
Suggestions for Special Music:
- “Love Was When”
- “It Must Be Love” by Babbie Mason
- “If We Had Love” by Judy Gipson Knapp
Scripture: Philippians 3:8-10
Welcome: Do you really know Jesus? Our program today is about knowing Him. Let’s read together from the screen Philippians 3:8-10 (use the NASB version if possible).
(A male teen trots onto the stage. He carries a baseball mitt and tosses a ball into the air and catches it as he walks. Sits in chair and puts ball into mitt and slides both under his seat. Picks up microphone from under seat, and then leans forward.)
“I have learned how to talk with God. I know that I can tell Him everything! Little jokes and very private notes. We share it all.”
(He leans back in the chair and crosses his legs,)
“Beside my bed or on busy streets. There are so many places that we meet! He says to me, ‘Let’s stop and talk awhile.’ I smile when I talk to God!”
(He leans forward and surveys the audience.)
“Have you learned how to talk with God? Do you know that He’s always standing near? Reach right up and whisper in His ear! He wants to talk with you” (adapted from the song, “Have You Learned How to Talk With God?” by Faith Johnson Crumbly).
(He retrieves his property and places the microphone beneath the seat of the chair. Exits, tossing and retrieving the ball.)
(From the opposite direction a middle-aged woman wearing an apron enterss, sits in the chair, and covers her face with her apron. Children carrying books and crayons quietly enter from the opposite direction, look at the woman, and then play quietly on the floor some distance away from her.)
Narrator: “Susanna Wesley, mother of 19 children, had no place to go to meet the Lord where she could be alone. At her chosen time she would take her apron and cover her face. Her children knew never to disturb their mother when she was praying in her apron!
“Jesus will make Himself known to us when we pour out our souls to Him in prayers of thanksgiving, intercession, and petition. Let us thank God for the privilege of communing with Christ in prayer and Bible study, which is the way to really get to know Him as our Friend and Savior” (Marie Spangler, Among Friends, p. 41).
(A young adult male wearing bandages wrapped around both hands and using crutches slips into the chair, the crutches plop to the floor.)
“I [am on] what seems like another endless journey. My hands are sore from bearing my weight upon them as I move the crutches step by step, and my shoulders are tired as they act as the pivot point for my body. . . . My body grows weary as I make the effort to move and do my work. . . .
“I spend too much time thinking If only . . . as the ladder gave way and I fell, I knew that I should have spent an extra minute making certain that it was on firm ground. But I hadn’t done that. . . .
“In my walk with God I sometimes neglect to take the extra minutes to nourish my faith and trust in Him, and I grow weak and discouraged. Then I need to recover and again enter into His presence. I need to daily meditate upon His life. . . .”
(Bows head in silent prayer.)
Now “my faith and trust are again renewed and I go forth with a new awareness of His gift to me. I will draw from His love the strength I need as I walk through life” (Evelyn Glass, ibid., pp. 62, 63).
(An older couple enters the stage. She sits in the chair, and he stands behind her with his hands on her shoulders.)
Husband: “We were crazy in love. Texas was green and summer lay across the fields in shades of red, orange, and yellow. We’d been married only three years, and even though money was tight, [we] believed love would conquer all.
“But that was before the car broke down. Not the car that had quit running two months earlier, but the one we’d been sharing until we could afford to get the other one repaired. Now, they both sat silent in the driveway, hoods up, like opened mouths screaming for cash.”
Wife: “It couldn’t have come at a worse time. It was ten days before payday, and two weeks earlier Stan had made a pledge for an outreach project at church. He promised to give $1,000 by the end of August, a mere three months away. It had seemed like an outrageous pledge, but I was proud of my husband for wanting to give to this worthy cause. We figured with enough scrimping between us, we could do it. I wasn’t so sure anymore. . . .
“Moving to the piano, I sat down to play. Many had been the times I played away by blues. But not today. There was no music in my hands. Every chord rang bleak and lifeless, an elegy of doom.
“ ‘Oh, Lord,’ I whispered, ‘You see the need. You’re our only hope.’
“Stan appeared in the doorway, the strain of our predicament engraved on his face. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand. ‘I guess I’m gonna have to take it somewhere,’ he announced. ‘It’s gonna cost about three-hundred dollars to fix it. . . .
“By Friday evening the Thunderbird hummed agreeably in the driveway. I had contacted the creditors, who graciouslys offered fifteen days of grace. That left one problem. The food supply was dwindling, and payday was still nine days away. Stan seemed undaunted by this fact, constantly admonishing me to ‘quit worrying,’ as if he knew something I didn’t. . . . .
“There were a host of friends who would have come to our rescue had they known our plight; our parents would have insisted on wiring us money; I even had a sister living in the same town. But I couldn’t imagine telling anyone I needed food . . . I felt sick.
“Trudging into the bedroom, I fell to mv knees beside the bed, mentally exhausted. I rested my head against the cool satin coverlet and stared out the window. And then, big tears rolled across the bridge of my nose, soaking the side of my face . . . I thought about praying, but I couldn’t seem to form the words, so I just cried quietly. . . .
“Taking a giant leap of faith, I opened my Bible. It opened to Job 26. Verse 7 leapt out at me: ‘He stretcheth the north over the empty place, and hangeth the earth upon nothing. . . .
“ ‘Lord,’ I said assuredly, ‘'You can do anything, including keeping us from going hungry.’
“I stood up, dried my face, and jumped sky high when a knock sounded at the front door. Who on earth is that? I wondered . . . .
“There stood my sister, Elaine . . . ‘Hi!’ she said, cheerily. ‘I thought you might need some groceries, so I brought you some.
“Circled around her sat five grocery bags . . . I turned aside, hoping she hadn’t seen the tears threatening to slide down my face . . . .
“ ‘Elaine!’ I hollered . . . ‘You shouldn’t have.
“I never did tell Elaine just how barren the kitchen had been that day . . . I never told anyone.”
Husband: “I do know, when August rolled around, we paid our thousand-dollar pledge” (Dayle Allen Shockley, Silver Linings, pp. 17-21).
(Exit, holding hands. Leaves microphone on the seat of the chair.)
(A junior class Sabbath School member walks brightly onto the stage. Picks up the microphone and remains standing.)
“[Our bird,] Wamml, bit Mom every couple of days and would make her bleed. Each time she would firmly say, ‘No, no, Wamml, don’t bite Mommy.’
“ ‘Bite Mommy! Bite Mommy!’ ” Wamml would shout.
“One day my brother noticed the scars on Mom’s fingers. ‘Wow!’ Don said. ‘I hope Wamml sees those scars on your hands and realizes what a horrible bird he’s been.’
“ ‘No,’ Mom replied, ‘I hope that if he ever notices the scars on my hands, he sees how much I love him.’
“Just then Wamml turned around and looked at Mom. He slowly climbed up to the top of her chair and made a loud kissing noise. We all burst out laughing.
“Suddenly it all made sense. I understood why God didn’t just get rid of us and start over again. He just couldn’t bear to let us go again. And just like Mom, He has the marks on His hands to prove it.”
(He/she looks upward and folds hands.)
“Thank You so much, Jesus, for not giving up on us and for giving us a chance to spend eternity with You. Amen” (Mike’s World, p. 160).
Superintendent or Pastor: (Invites attendees to recommit themselves to Christ or to accept Him as Savior, by filling out the paper heart and putting it into the decorated basket at the front of the room. Offers closing prayer.)
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