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The Wise and Not So Wise Builders


A sketch for children requiring 2 readers, 2 builders, 4 children acting as “walls” for the wise builders house, all the same size with small umbrellas, 4 “walls” for the not so wise builders house, of various sizes with napkins, 2-4 children acting as “rainclouds” armed with water pistols.
Reader 1: There was once a wise builder…
Builder 1: Good morning!
Reader 2: And a not so wise builder
Builder 2: Bout ye!
Reader 1: And one day
Reader 2: Both of them decided to build a house
Reader 1: The wise builder studied the plans
Reader 2: Tested the ground carefully
Reader 1: And dug the foundations deep down on to solid rock
Reader 2: He built slowly and carefully with the best of materials
Reader 1: Because he wanted his house to last
Reader 2: Meanwhile the not so wise builder
Reader 1: Got started as quickly as he could
Reader 2: He built his house on a nice level piece of sandy ground
Reader 1: And he used anything he could get his hands on
Reader 2: So he could get finished as soon as possible
Reader 1: Eventually both houses were finished
Reader 2: And the builders moved in
Reader 1: And lived happily ever after
Reader 2: Until one day
Reader 1: The rainclouds came
Reader 2: And didn’t go away
Reader 1: And it rained (Raincloud 1 squirts congregation)
Reader 2: And it rained (Raincloud 2 squirts congregation)
Reader 1: And it rained (Raincloud 3 squirts congregation)
Reader 2: And it rained (Raincloud 4 squirts congregation)
Reader 1: The wise builder looked out at the rain from his nice dry house
(Two of the rainclouds squirt the wise builder’s house. The “walls” put up their umbrellas)
Reader 2: While the not so wise builder didn’t need to look out at the rain
(Two of the rainclouds squirt the not so wise builder’s house. The “walls” pull the paper napkins out of their pockets and hold them over their heads)
Reader 1: Because the rain was falling inside his house
Reader 2: The rain fell on both houses
Reader 1: But while the wise builder stayed dry
Reader 2: The not so wise builder got very
Reader 1: Very
Reader 2: Wet.
Reader 1: the rain fell
Reader 2: the floods rose
Reader 1: and the winds blew until
Reader 2: the not so wise builders’ house fell down. (all the "walls" of the not so wise builder's house collapse)
Reader 1: Jesus said:
Reader 2: Everyone who hears my words and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock.
Reader 1: The rains may come,
Reader 2: the streams may rise,
Reader 1: and the winds may blow and beat against that house;
Reader 2: But it will not fall
Reader 1: But everyone who hears my words and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand.
Reader 2: The rains will come,
Reader 1: the streams will rise,
Reader 2: and the winds will blow and beat against that house;
Reader 1: But it will fall
Reader 2: With a great big
All: Crash!



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