The Insignificant Valentine
Drama
Graduation Is Not For Angels
Contemporary Christian Dramas
Object:
The small, insignificant things people do in life often carry more impact than they realize. This drama may be presented as a whole or in two sections with a time period lapse. Example: at the beginning and end of a service/sermon. If this play is done as a whole, place Scene I to left of stage, Scene II to right of stage.
Scene I
Setting: Several days before Valentine's Day
Characters:
1ST GIRL: nine to twelve years old
2ND GIRL: nine to twelve years old
BOBBY: nine- to twelve-year-old boy
Costumes:
Girls: School clothes, winter coats
Bobby: Sloppy, torn clothes under a worn winter coat, uncombed hair, grungy face, mangled baseball cap
Props: Set of steps, ball, book bags and books, box of valentines
Scene: The Girls stand center stage. They have on winter coats, their arms are full of books. Both are very excited and angry. Bobby, his hair messy, face dirty, sits on a set of steps to the left. He has a small ball which he throws from one hand to another as he fidgets. He is obviously angry and unsettled
* * *
1ST GIRL: (Restacking books in her arms, she is obviously angry) Can you believe Miss Baker not allowing us to give each other valentines this year? I just wish Bobby Jenkins would disappear and never come back!
2ND GIRL: (Book bag on shoulder) Me too! He is the worst boy in the whole world! Can you believe he actually told the teacher that none of us gave him a valentine last year?
1ST GIRL: Big deal! So he didn't get a single valentine last year. Bobby Jenkins is such a jerk! I don't think the worst criminal in the world would bother to send him a valentine.
2ND GIRL: (Stamps foot) I'm so furious I could scream! Bobby does nothing but torture us every single day. He loves to make all our lives miserable. Who do you suppose threw all the P. E. balls on the school roof and we all had to stay in? I saw Bobby's smile. He loved it! And now we can't give each other valentines because poor Bobby would feel felt out. It's not fair!
1ST GIRL: I think Mr. Pauls knows exactly how many freckles Bobby has on his nose, he spends so much of his time in the principal's office. He's always in trouble!
2ND GIRL: (Leans down to tie her shoe) Hey, I have an idea.
1ST GIRL: I hope it's a good one.
2ND GIRL: You know how we're always being told in Sunday school to do good to those who aren't good to us? Well, why don't we spread the word around to everyone in class and ask them to get a valentine for Bobby. Then you and I can take them to his house, and maybe he'll say something to Miss Baker, and she'll change her mind, and we can have valentines in school again.
1ST GIRL: Count me out! Bobby'd probably slam our feet in his door, or throw the valentines right in our faces. We're talking about an awful kid here.
2ND GIRL: (Sighs) You could be right, but, hey, it's "no valentines" for us this way.
1ST GIRL: Oh, okay. I'll help you pass the word, but I'm not going over to his house. I'm too young to die.
2ND GIRL: It's a deal. You help me collect the valentines from everyone, and I'll go to Bobby's by myself. I have the neatest valentines and I'm desperate. Miss Baker just has to change her mind!
(1ST GIRL walks off stage and retrieves a box with valentines on it. Coming back, she hands the box to 2ND GIRL who walks over to BOBBY sitting on steps. She hesitantly hands him the box and both girls walk off stage. BOBBY takes the box hesitantly. Frowning, expecting it to be some sort of trick, he opens it and takes out the first envelope. Opening it, he studies the valentine, checking out the signature. Turning his hat around, his face becoming more pleasant. He opens and reads another)
(Exits when Scene II action begins)
Scene II
Setting: A twentieth class reunion
Characters:
1ST WOMAN: Energetic, friendly, nicely dressed, obvious leadership qualities
2ND WOMAN: Same as 1st Woman
GENTLEMAN: Same age as women, distinguished looking and neatly dressed. His manner is very polite and pleasant
Props: Valentine
Scene: Both women enter and stand talking center stage
* * *
1ST WOMAN: (Excitedly looking around) Can you believe this is our twentieth class reunion! Oh, it's so exciting! I haven't seen some of these people in years!
2ND WOMAN: (Also excited) It almost seems like yesterday, doesn't it. The scary thing is I don't feel any older. Do I look any older?
1ST WOMAN: Of course not! You look great. I told you that dress would be perfect, and it is. For a woman with a husband, two kids and a dog, you look marvelous.
2ND WOMAN: Thanks a lot, though I know you're just saying that because you're still my best friend, after all these years.
(GENTLEMAN enters and stands looking around)
1ST WOMAN: (Moving close to 2ND WOMAN and whispering) Do you recognize that nice looking guy?
2ND WOMAN: No ... I don't. Now wait, our class wasn't that big. (Pauses) It almost looks like Bobby Jenkins, but he'd be wearing black leather pants, and his hair'd be down to his knees. Besides, last I heard he was in Texas riding with a motorcycle gang.
GENTLEMAN: (Hesitantly walks up to the women) Deb? Judy?
BOTH WOMEN: (Acting puzzled) Yes?
GENTLEMAN: (Holds out his hand) You must not recognize me. I'm Bob Jenkins.
1ST WOMAN: (Surprised) Bob ... as in Bobby Jenkins?
GENTLEMAN: (Smiles good naturedly) That's me.
1ST WOMAN: (Totally flustered) What happened to you? I mean ... How could I know it was you? Oh, what am I saying!
GENTLEMAN: (Laughing) Yes, you're still the same ole Deb. Calling it like you see it. Guess you didn't recognize me without the mounds of hair ... and the beard ... and the leather. Would you believe I am now the administrator of a large ranch for troubled boys in Wyoming? Even have some college under my belt.
1ST WOMAN: I don't believe it! I absolutely don't believe it!
2ND WOMAN: (Extends her hand) It's so good to see you, Bob. Wow, what a surprise. What I mean is ... last time I heard about you, you were in Texas, "hanging out." What made you ... how do I say this ... decide to change lifestyles?
1ST WOMAN: I'll say this much. You certainly aren't the Bobby Jenkins we used to know.
GENTLEMAN: No, I'm definitely not the Bob Jenkins you used to know. The Bob Jenkins you used to know paved a mighty wide swath -- all of it headed in the wrong direction, I'm afraid. (Turns to 2ND WOMAN) You remember the day you brought those valentines to my house?
2ND WOMAN: (Good-naturedly) How could I forget? That was the only year we didn't have valentines at our valentine's party. We were all hoping if we were nice to you, you'd tell Miss Baker and she'd change her mind. But no such luck! You kept your little trap shut, and we all hated you forever. Sorry about that.
GENTLEMAN: (Smiling, he shakes his head) Oh, I was quite a rascal. You know, sometimes, as people, we look for those dramatic changes, yet we fail to understand that changes take place in the heart long before they ever find their way into actions.
I was touched by those valentines that day more deeply than you will ever know. I didn't understand why you all did what you did, but just the fact that you cared enough to make the effort ... I read all those valentines at least a hundred times. (Pauses, then again turns to 2ND WOMAN) You put "God Loves You" on the bottom of yours. Whenever I shut my eyes, all those years I was wandering from God, I would see those three words in the darkness. "God Loves You," "God Loves You." I could never get away from them.
One night I hit bottom. I surrendered my life to Christ, and here I am, five years later, helping other young men find what it took me so long to discover. (Takes a valentine from his inside coat pocket and meaningfully hands it to 2ND WOMAN) You'll notice I still have it.
2ND WOMAN: (Deeply moved) I don't know what to say ... I'm so sorry ...
GENTLEMAN: No, don't be sorry. Just pray that people everywhere send out many more valentines -- especially to those who are so unlovable. It's amazing how far a little bit of love can go. What do you say we go meet some of the rest of the crowd?
(Both women, speechless, nod their heads; characters walk off together talking)
Scene I
Setting: Several days before Valentine's Day
Characters:
1ST GIRL: nine to twelve years old
2ND GIRL: nine to twelve years old
BOBBY: nine- to twelve-year-old boy
Costumes:
Girls: School clothes, winter coats
Bobby: Sloppy, torn clothes under a worn winter coat, uncombed hair, grungy face, mangled baseball cap
Props: Set of steps, ball, book bags and books, box of valentines
Scene: The Girls stand center stage. They have on winter coats, their arms are full of books. Both are very excited and angry. Bobby, his hair messy, face dirty, sits on a set of steps to the left. He has a small ball which he throws from one hand to another as he fidgets. He is obviously angry and unsettled
* * *
1ST GIRL: (Restacking books in her arms, she is obviously angry) Can you believe Miss Baker not allowing us to give each other valentines this year? I just wish Bobby Jenkins would disappear and never come back!
2ND GIRL: (Book bag on shoulder) Me too! He is the worst boy in the whole world! Can you believe he actually told the teacher that none of us gave him a valentine last year?
1ST GIRL: Big deal! So he didn't get a single valentine last year. Bobby Jenkins is such a jerk! I don't think the worst criminal in the world would bother to send him a valentine.
2ND GIRL: (Stamps foot) I'm so furious I could scream! Bobby does nothing but torture us every single day. He loves to make all our lives miserable. Who do you suppose threw all the P. E. balls on the school roof and we all had to stay in? I saw Bobby's smile. He loved it! And now we can't give each other valentines because poor Bobby would feel felt out. It's not fair!
1ST GIRL: I think Mr. Pauls knows exactly how many freckles Bobby has on his nose, he spends so much of his time in the principal's office. He's always in trouble!
2ND GIRL: (Leans down to tie her shoe) Hey, I have an idea.
1ST GIRL: I hope it's a good one.
2ND GIRL: You know how we're always being told in Sunday school to do good to those who aren't good to us? Well, why don't we spread the word around to everyone in class and ask them to get a valentine for Bobby. Then you and I can take them to his house, and maybe he'll say something to Miss Baker, and she'll change her mind, and we can have valentines in school again.
1ST GIRL: Count me out! Bobby'd probably slam our feet in his door, or throw the valentines right in our faces. We're talking about an awful kid here.
2ND GIRL: (Sighs) You could be right, but, hey, it's "no valentines" for us this way.
1ST GIRL: Oh, okay. I'll help you pass the word, but I'm not going over to his house. I'm too young to die.
2ND GIRL: It's a deal. You help me collect the valentines from everyone, and I'll go to Bobby's by myself. I have the neatest valentines and I'm desperate. Miss Baker just has to change her mind!
(1ST GIRL walks off stage and retrieves a box with valentines on it. Coming back, she hands the box to 2ND GIRL who walks over to BOBBY sitting on steps. She hesitantly hands him the box and both girls walk off stage. BOBBY takes the box hesitantly. Frowning, expecting it to be some sort of trick, he opens it and takes out the first envelope. Opening it, he studies the valentine, checking out the signature. Turning his hat around, his face becoming more pleasant. He opens and reads another)
(Exits when Scene II action begins)
Scene II
Setting: A twentieth class reunion
Characters:
1ST WOMAN: Energetic, friendly, nicely dressed, obvious leadership qualities
2ND WOMAN: Same as 1st Woman
GENTLEMAN: Same age as women, distinguished looking and neatly dressed. His manner is very polite and pleasant
Props: Valentine
Scene: Both women enter and stand talking center stage
* * *
1ST WOMAN: (Excitedly looking around) Can you believe this is our twentieth class reunion! Oh, it's so exciting! I haven't seen some of these people in years!
2ND WOMAN: (Also excited) It almost seems like yesterday, doesn't it. The scary thing is I don't feel any older. Do I look any older?
1ST WOMAN: Of course not! You look great. I told you that dress would be perfect, and it is. For a woman with a husband, two kids and a dog, you look marvelous.
2ND WOMAN: Thanks a lot, though I know you're just saying that because you're still my best friend, after all these years.
(GENTLEMAN enters and stands looking around)
1ST WOMAN: (Moving close to 2ND WOMAN and whispering) Do you recognize that nice looking guy?
2ND WOMAN: No ... I don't. Now wait, our class wasn't that big. (Pauses) It almost looks like Bobby Jenkins, but he'd be wearing black leather pants, and his hair'd be down to his knees. Besides, last I heard he was in Texas riding with a motorcycle gang.
GENTLEMAN: (Hesitantly walks up to the women) Deb? Judy?
BOTH WOMEN: (Acting puzzled) Yes?
GENTLEMAN: (Holds out his hand) You must not recognize me. I'm Bob Jenkins.
1ST WOMAN: (Surprised) Bob ... as in Bobby Jenkins?
GENTLEMAN: (Smiles good naturedly) That's me.
1ST WOMAN: (Totally flustered) What happened to you? I mean ... How could I know it was you? Oh, what am I saying!
GENTLEMAN: (Laughing) Yes, you're still the same ole Deb. Calling it like you see it. Guess you didn't recognize me without the mounds of hair ... and the beard ... and the leather. Would you believe I am now the administrator of a large ranch for troubled boys in Wyoming? Even have some college under my belt.
1ST WOMAN: I don't believe it! I absolutely don't believe it!
2ND WOMAN: (Extends her hand) It's so good to see you, Bob. Wow, what a surprise. What I mean is ... last time I heard about you, you were in Texas, "hanging out." What made you ... how do I say this ... decide to change lifestyles?
1ST WOMAN: I'll say this much. You certainly aren't the Bobby Jenkins we used to know.
GENTLEMAN: No, I'm definitely not the Bob Jenkins you used to know. The Bob Jenkins you used to know paved a mighty wide swath -- all of it headed in the wrong direction, I'm afraid. (Turns to 2ND WOMAN) You remember the day you brought those valentines to my house?
2ND WOMAN: (Good-naturedly) How could I forget? That was the only year we didn't have valentines at our valentine's party. We were all hoping if we were nice to you, you'd tell Miss Baker and she'd change her mind. But no such luck! You kept your little trap shut, and we all hated you forever. Sorry about that.
GENTLEMAN: (Smiling, he shakes his head) Oh, I was quite a rascal. You know, sometimes, as people, we look for those dramatic changes, yet we fail to understand that changes take place in the heart long before they ever find their way into actions.
I was touched by those valentines that day more deeply than you will ever know. I didn't understand why you all did what you did, but just the fact that you cared enough to make the effort ... I read all those valentines at least a hundred times. (Pauses, then again turns to 2ND WOMAN) You put "God Loves You" on the bottom of yours. Whenever I shut my eyes, all those years I was wandering from God, I would see those three words in the darkness. "God Loves You," "God Loves You." I could never get away from them.
One night I hit bottom. I surrendered my life to Christ, and here I am, five years later, helping other young men find what it took me so long to discover. (Takes a valentine from his inside coat pocket and meaningfully hands it to 2ND WOMAN) You'll notice I still have it.
2ND WOMAN: (Deeply moved) I don't know what to say ... I'm so sorry ...
GENTLEMAN: No, don't be sorry. Just pray that people everywhere send out many more valentines -- especially to those who are so unlovable. It's amazing how far a little bit of love can go. What do you say we go meet some of the rest of the crowd?
(Both women, speechless, nod their heads; characters walk off together talking)

