Spencer:Ryan Mrs. Server:Sawyer Peter:Zach Simon:Matt Mr. Server: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:Coming mother. 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:So, it ’ s okay to serve?
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.)