(The skits performed were written for us and it was only after that was I informed of these names as characters from the 70’s under the general title Pillars of the Assembly. I have no current access to that material.)
Our alter egos are assigned a discussion on worrying, my best and most polished talent. Every time I fool myself into believing I am resting in Jesus, here comes another reminder of my true self. Really, though, give me a break. I worry only when I truly believe there’s something to worry about, like the sky falling. Or a meteor. Or something. I am so conscious of trying not to “worry my prayers” that sometimes they start and stop with “Hi, Lord.”
I have much on my mind, most of which is linked with procrastination. It’s a tightly locked cycle. Please don’t throw a scripture at me; I’m having a tough enough time getting slapped upside the head with studying James in our Sunday School class.
As the scene opens Henry and Doris are as usual brickin’ ‘n’ bickerin’ in the living room, ready to throw barbs at each other even before the starting bell. Our script writer is very sensitive about our making any re-writes or condensing the dialog for easy memorization (which is one more thing for me to worry over) that Henry has his script in his newspaper and Doris has hers in a magazine.
We do, however, have some leeway with our costuming and total free reign with attitudes and making faces.
In this episode, Henry is having fun goading Doris with all the bad news he can find in the newspaper, all of which Doris panics over. Her repetitive line at the end of every spoken thought is “it just worries me to death.”
I won’t give it all away just in case some of my readers are church members, but I will say that a couple of curlers, a pair of Honey’s socks, and a how-to-be-beautiful magazine are involved.
Showtime is March 4th so I have a few days to work up a sweat. Oh-m-gosh! I’ve invited the preachers over March 2! What’ll I do? What’ll I do? Better, what’s Honey going to cook? What’s Honey going to cook?