The Freezing Man

Lost Soul:    (shivering) I’m freezing to death. I’ve got to find a way to get warm.

(Rich Man enters wearing a tie and holding cash)

Rich Man:     What’s the matter with you, young man?

Lost Soul:    I’m so cold. Can you help me?

Rich Man:     Why son, I know just what you need.

Lost Soul:    You do? What is it?

Rich Man:     Money! Spending money always makes me feel good.

Lost Soul:    But I don’t have any money.

Rich Man:     No money? How sad. But here, I’ll let you borrow some of mine.

                  (counts out 10 bills and gives to Lost Soul)

                  Of course, you’ll have to pay me back…with interest.

Lost Soul:    (still shivering with handful of money) What’s interest?

Rich Man:     It’s why I’m interested in loaning you some money.

Lost Soul:    But I’m still cold.

Rich Man:     You’ll feel better if you buy something. Let me sell you this tie.

Lost Soul:    Okay, if you say so. How much for the tie?

Rich Man:     It costs 10.

Lost Soul:    (counts out 10 and puts on tie) I’m still cold.

Rich Man:     But you sure are looking good. By the way, I need my interest payment.

Lost Soul:    I spent all my money.

Rich Man:     Then I’ll have to take your tie. (takes tie and exits)

Lost Soul:    (shivering) I’m still freezing. What can I do?

(Teacher enters with books)

Teacher:      Let me help you. I’m a teacher. Listen to this poem:

Great is the sun, and wide he goes 
Through empty heaven with repose; 
And in the blue and glowing days 
More thick than rain he showers his rays. 

Doesn’t that just warm your heart?

Lost Soul:    It’s nice. But I’m still cold.

Teacher:      Some people never appreciate the finer things in life. (exit)

(Radical enters with signs)

Lost Soul:    I’m so cold. Can you help me get warm?

Radical:       Comrade, what you need is to join the movement. We’re all hot radicals.

Lost Soul:    What do I have to do?

Radical:       Here, hold this sign and let me teach you how to chant.

                  What do we want? Change! When do we want it? Now! (Both march and chant)

Lost Soul:    I’m still cold.

Radical:       But now you have plans and dreams. (starts chanting)

                  Plans and Dreams! Plans and Dreams!

(Both march around chanting)

Lost Soul:    Excuse me. I’m still freezing. When will I start to get warm?

Radical:       Can’t take it, eh? The revolution isn’t for sissies. (yanks sign away and exits)

 (Jesus enters wearing a jacket)

Jesus:         I’ve been looking for you. I can see you’re freezing to death.

Lost Soul:    I am. I’ve tried money, education and revolution. I’m still cold.

Jesus:         Those things will never keep you warm. Here, my jacket will protect you from the cold.

Lost Soul:    How much does it cost?

Jesus:         I’ve already paid for it. All you have to do is let me put it on you.

Lost Soul:    That’s all? Who are you?

Jesus:         I’m Jesus.

Lost Soul:    (hold out arms) Jesus, please help me. If I don’t get warm, I’ll die. I need to be covered by your jacket.

Jesus:         (puts jacket on Lost Soul) That will save you from freezing.

Lost Soul:    How can I ever thank you?

Jesus:         You could help me find other freezing people.

Lost Soul:    Lots of my friends are freezing. I can’t wait to tell them the good news.

Jesus:         Let’s go. (both exit)