LIZ -- (enters backward, looking around turns 360, pokes own body in several places, lifts each knee high, tilts head) What's going on here?! (feels face)
AMY -- Hello. Welcome.
LIZ -- (turns) I suppose YOU are part of my dream too.
AMY -- You're not dreaming, Elizabeth.
LIZ -- How do you know my name?
AMY -- I've been assigned to show you around.
LIZ -- Show me around.
AMY -- Yes. I'm your tour guide.
LIZ -- Show me around where?
AMY -- Here. (motions broadly)
LIZ -- I suppose I would be grateful to have a tour guide, if I knew where HERE was. (pokes own body, flexes each leg, feels face)
AMY -- Oh, I'm sorry. They told me you'd know that you were going to end up in Heaven.
LIZ -- Heaven! Oh, that explains it!
AMY -- Explains what?
LIZ -- My body hasn't felt and looked this good in fifty years. I'm eighty-one years old. Look at me! I'm young again!
AMY -- Oh, yes, of course, everybody in Heaven is in the prime of their lives. I thought everybody knew that.
LIZ -- Well, what do you know!? You mean, I'll always be like this?
AMY -- Yes, of course.
LIZ -- No more cane? No more walker? No more wheel chair?
AMY -- No. This is Heaven. Everything is perfect here.
LIZ -- Well, what do you know?! So, when I fell asleep at the nursing home, I died. And then, in the twinkling of an eye, here I am.
AMY -- That's why you thought you were dreaming.
LIZ -- Yes. (flexing and poking) Isn't this something?!
AMY -- (points back to own exit) Would you like me to show you around?
LIZ -- Yes.
AMY -- (turns) Right this way....
LIZ -- Tell me, did any of my relatives make it here?
AMY -- (turns back) I'm sorry...
LIZ -- ...I didn't think so. None of my family ever stepped foot in church. Pity. They'd really like it here.
AMY -- I was going to say that I'm sorry that only ONE of your relatives made it here.
LIZ -- One.
AMY -- Yes.
LIZ -- Who? I can't...
AMY -- ...Your daughter.
LIZ -- What is that, some kind of joke?! I'm an old maid. I never got married. I never had any chil... Oh, no!
AMY -- (turns) Come. I asked her to come and greet you.
LIZ -- No!!
AMY -- (turns back) No? Are you saying that you don't want to see your own daughter?
LIZ -- Listen, I already asked for forgiveness for that. Is this your way of punishing me again?
AMY -- We're not trying to punish you. Your daughter wants to meet her mother.
LIZ -- (hands up defensively) No. I'm sorry. I can't see her. I just can't. How could you possibly think that I would want to meet the baby that I aborted?! I've been trying to forget her for sixty years. How cruel can you be?!
MEG -- (enters) Mother?
LIZ -- (to Amy) This is really a sick joke. Who is this person?
AMY -- This is Margaret.
LIZ -- (shakes finger) How did you know I named my baby Margaret?
MEG -- You gave me my name, Mother.
LIZ -- You people are really sick! I know. I know what this is. This isn't Heaven at all. I'm in Hell and you're going to torment me with my sin forever, aren't you?
MEG -- No, mother, you're in Heaven.
AMY -- We're not trying to torment you, Elizabeth. You are really in Heaven. We just thought you'd like to meet your daughter.
LIZ -- There is no way this person is my daughter. She's the same age as I am... was... Oh... Oh, no. Don't tell me...
AMY -- Margaret arrived here in Heaven a fully formed adult in the prime of her life.
MEG -- If you don't want me, Mother, I'll... I'll just go. (turns away)
LIZ -- Margaret.
MEG -- (turns to) Yes, Mother?
LIZ -- You really are her, aren't you?
MEG -- (nods)
LIZ -- (to Amy) How can that be? The last thing I remember before I passed out on the abortion table was that they were counting Margaret's body parts into a glass jar.
AMY -- How do you explain YOUR body?
LIZ -- Of course. If God can raise the dead, He can do anything.
MEG -- Would you like me to go, Mother?
LIZ -- (to Margaret) You turned out so beautiful!
MEG -- Do you really think I'm pretty, Mother?
LIZ -- Oh, Margaret, (crossing to Meg) If I had known you were so beautiful, I would have never... (hugs Meg) I'm sorry. (wipes eyes, turns to Amy) I want to go back.
AMY -- Back where?
LIZ -- To earth. I want to tell them not to listen to the abortionists. It's NOT just a fetus. It's not just a blob of tissue. It's a beautiful human being they're killing. When I killed my baby, I robbed the world of a her beauty and her talent. Only God knows what great contributions she could have made to humanity if I would have let her live. Send me back.
AMY -- I'm sorry. It's too late.
LIZ -- Then, at least let me go back and tell them that there's forgiveness and then they can meet their babies in Heaven if they trust in Jesus.
AMY -- I'm sorry.
LIZ -- Can't I do ANYTHING?
AMY -- You're in Heaven. You can celebrate your reunion with your baby. (turns) Come. The Lord is having a reunion party for you. (exit)
LIZ -- (exit arm wrapped around Meg) If I had only known.
-Bob Snook-
Psalm 58
1 Do you indeed speak righteousness, you silent ones? Do you judge uprightly, you sons of men?
2 No, in heart you work wickedness; you weigh out the violence of your hands in the earth.
3 The wicked are estranged from the womb; they go astray as soon as they are born, speaking lies.
4 Their poison is like the poison of a serpent; they are like the deaf cobra that stops its ear,
5 Which will not heed the voice of charmers, charming ever so skilfully.
6 Break their teeth in their mouth, O God! Break out the fangs of the young lions, O Lord!
7 Let them flow away as waters which run continually; when he bends his bow, let his arrows be as if cut in pieces.
8 Let them be like a snail which melts away as it goes, like a stillborn child of a woman, that they may not see the sun.
9 Before your pots can feel the burning thorns, he shall take them away as with a whirlwind, as in His living and burning wrath.
10 The righteous shall rejoice when he sees the vengeance; he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked,
11 So that men will say, “Surely there is a reward for the righteous; surely He is God who judges in the earth.”
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