Finding Momentum

[HE, a young man stands in cor­ner of room, back turned away from HIM, a fatherly fig­ure. A chair in the mid­dle of the room.]

HE: [paces room] It’s like I’m stand­ing here at the precipice, some sort of mile high moun­tain [stands up on chair] and I’m look­ing down at the val­ley below and I scream and the valley’s so wide that my echo comes back to me a mil­lion times softer than before.

HIM: [whis­per] My son, my son.

HE: Can’t you see? Can’t you see? I’m scream­ing for some­thing, but I don’t know why. And the echoes come back and I think that’s all you are, God! Some sort of echo that I some­how need to pick out, deci­pher, cut out all the noise, and I have to do it all myself!

[Sits down in Chair, hold­ing head in hands.]

HE: [voice break­ing] Can’t you see? I just want to please You. But I’m so lost. So lost. And all I do is read verses like “If any­one loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him” and I can’t help but ques­tion why… [pause] why I still love this world so much if I know so many things in my head but not in my heart.. I can’t fig­ure it out. Dad, I can’t fig­ure this out.

HIM: [walks behind HE in chair, puts hands on HE’s shoulders]

HE: And it’s a lonely place, this Mount Ever­est and the air’s thin and I can’t scream much longer. And I’m start­ing to feel whis­pers of doubt, they clutch my heart and dry my bones and I start to ques­tion whether the love of you, my Dad, is really in me.

HIM: My son, I am Always.

[Fade]