The Widow’s Offering

A monologue by Linda Goff

Summary

A Humorous tale of vanity and sacrifice based on the parable of the widow's mite.

Scripture

Luke Chapter 21

Character

A witty widow

Script

(Setting: a quiet corner in the temple)
(Jumps as if startled. Speaks to the audience) Oh, excuse me, I didn’t see you standing there. I’m afraid the peacocks always distract me. (giggles) Oh, you don’t see the peacocks! Just watch the temple treasury...watch...watch. There they are!  See, those men over there. I call them my peacocks. They strut through the temple with their fine feathers...long robes that can catch the sunshine and leave you blinded.

You really should watch them sometime. You can’t get a better show at the amphitheater. And it’s free! I’ve studied them for years, and I’ve almost got the strut figured out. (mimics the walk with hips swaying. A simple basket held out in front of her) See, you have to walk with your nose pointed up to the heavens, and carry your gifts about six inches out from your belly. That way everyone can see what you are bringing. You must never make eye contact with your audience. Of course, you have to peek a little to make sure everyone is paying attention to you.

(stops walking) Go ahead. You try. (pauses) No, no, not so much in the hips. They’re going to think you have worms or something! Remember, you’re making an offering at the temple, not auditioning for some man’s harem. Keep it dignified...

Oh, and I forgot to tell you the most important part! To be a rich peacock, you must have a servant in the temple to spy for you. He’ll let you know when the largest crowds are gathered. It would be a pity to bring your finest gold if no one is around to see you.

(Frowns a bit) My offering? No. I won’t bring it up in front of this big crowd. I’m afraid my two, little copper coins don’t make much of a show. (raises her chin) Not that I’m ashamed of my gift...mind you. It’s the best that I can do. Why, I’ll eat nothing but bread for an entire week to make this offering.

(pauses and smiles) Oh, don’t look so sad. God won’t let me starve. I may be a simple sparrow compared to all these peacocks, but the Lord watches out for me. I’m always amazed at the way he provides. You’ll see. I’ll be standing here next week...ready to watch the show.

(picks up her basket and begins to walk off) Don’t forget to work on that strut. Okay?

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