Love Scars

Grandpa: Hi, (sit down)
You know some people keep a scrapbook. They keep scraps of paper and call it memories. Well, I’ve got memories right here, they’re called scars.
I got this scar the time I baby-sat the McTerror Twins.
See this one, I received a purple heart for it, shell fragments in the eye, but I really didn't deserve the purple heart. You see, I was a cook in the army and the medic should have said “egg" shell fragments.
Then there is the scar from one of the many fights between my brother and I. We were kids and he got a bow and arrow for Christmas. I remember I thought I won the fight when I turned my back and walked out the door. In a flash (Try to snap fingers, using other hand to help) he was standing about 20 feet away with the bow pulled back and an arrow pointed right between my eyes (move head to help pointer finger indicate "right between the eyes). I can still remember the blood vessels in the whites of his eyes, I can hear the snap of the bow string, I can hear the wind between the feathers of the arrow, and I remember the pain as the arrow pierced my skin. Right here. (Begin to move your pointer finger toward the center of your face, then once all the audience is convinced you were shot between the eyes, point at a spot in the thigh.) He was always a lousy shot.
But not all battles are fought against flesh and blood. (stand up to make the point clear, wince at the pain in the back.) Spiritual battles can't be seen with the naked eye, of course at my age, not much can be see with the naked eye.
When I was just a young lad, like this young whipper snap with the wrinkles, I had a friend named Billy. I witnessed to Billy many times. The one verse that was a battle for Billy was Romans 5:8, he couldn't understand how God could love him like that. Well one day Billy and I auditioned for parts in a play based on the book of Esther. Billy wanted the part of Mordachi, I really didn't care which part, as long as I was in the play. When the cast list was posted, I got the part of Mordachi, guess which part Billy got? Yep! Haaman!
Billy was so upset, that he decided to live up to his part and get me, at all cost.
One rehearsal Billy stretched a string across my path to make me trip on stage. As I heard my cue, I walked out on stage, stumbled but didn't fall. The string jerked the shelf near Billy and the jar of koolaid, we used as wine landed right on Billy's foot.
Once I got ready to pour coffee when Billy volunteered to get it for me, just before he was to go out on stage. What I didn't know was that he had put laxative in my coffee, instead of cream. Billy left and before I had a chance to drink any coffee, the prop guy came running by and grabbed my cup, thinking it was Billy's for the scene at Esther's Banquet. So guess who drank the laxative laced coffee.
Someone supplied us with a horse for the scene in the city streets. It was all white except for two quarter sized black spots on his neck, which we painted over with shoe polish. Billy decided to make the horse buck me off. So as we started across the stage he jabbed the horse with a stick. The horse turned his head as if to take careful aim, and kicked Billy right in the seat of the pants.
Well one day, a group of us were on stage discussing the play when I saw a sand bag begin to totter on the cat walk. I quickly calculated the swing. Billy. I ran to push Billy out of the way, and I was too late. Oh, it missed Billy, but it got me square in the back. As I lay on the floor, I saw Billy's face in the light and I said, "But God commended his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us."
Billy got saved and I got three weeks in the hospital. No broken bones, but the doctor said I'd have arthritis some day.
(Turn to leave and wince at the pain in the back) Isn't the love of God something wonderful.

Used by permission of CareActing Company