Job Script
Job Script
Narrator: In the land of Sota, there lived a man named Job, not Steve Jobs. He was not
your ordinary person. He loved God, stayed away from doing anything bad.
He also had great possessions. He drove the latest Rolls Royce, Bentley, Aston Martin
and Porsche. He had 3 beautiful mansions at East Legon. 2 mansions at Airport East
and 4 at Airport West. He had a beautiful wife, 3 gorgeous daughters, 7 handsome
sons, oh, and 2 international companies, 5 local businesses and lots of servants.
take a look at my son, Job. Have you ever seen such an honest and good man?
Satan: I’d be good too if I had all he had. He doesn’t want for anything. He has one and
two hump camels. Looks like he has a wide-screen TV, an iphone, the latest Wii station
with the sports edition, taco chips and guacamole. What more could you ask for? If you
made his life miserable, he’d curse you instead of bless you.
God: I don’t believe it for a second. There is no one as true blue as Job. He is a good
guy in every way. He is faithful to me. He is loving to his family and servants. He works
hard. What more could I ask?
Satan: You know, I know you think he’s a great guy, but I bet if I make his life miserable,
he’ll forget you in a heart beat.
God: Are you kidding? He’s my most faithful follower. He is an example for every one to
follow.
Satan: You won’t even like him when I’m finished with him. Come on, let me give Job a
bad time and see if he even remembers you. He’ll bad mouth you to your face.
God: He won’t. I don’t believe it. Go ahead and try. Job will be faithful to me, mark my
words.
Messenger 1: Oh, Master, something awful has happened. Those lousy neighbors, the
Sabeans, attacked us in the field and took all your donkeys and oxen and killed all your
workers but me; I’m all that’s left.
Messenger 2: Oh, Master, lightning hit the sheep and shepherds and fried them to a
crisp. I’m all that’s left.
Narrator: Before Job could lift his hand, another messenger arrives.
Messenger 3: Oh, Master, Chaldeans came in from the north, south, and west, and
took all your camels.
Narrator: While Job is catching his breath, the last messenger arrives.
Messenger 4: Oh, Master, a tornado whipped through your oldest son’s home and
killed all your children, who were partying. There is no one and nothing left.
Narrator: This was terrible news for Job. He immediately went into mourning. When
Jews were sad, they ripped their clothes, men shaved their heads, and then they
dumped dust on their heads. Job ripped his robe, shaved his head, and prayed to God.
Narrator: Well, Satan went back to visit God, and God said…
God: See – there is Job without family and possessions, and he is still blessing me.
Satan: Well, he won’t when I make him sick. Once he loses his health, he’ll curse you –
just you watch. I’ll make him hate the day he was born.
God: Now you be careful. He’s a faithful son. Don’t you dare kill him.
Satan: Oh I won’t, but he’ll wish he was dead and he’ll blame you for everything.
Narrator: So, Satan covered Job in awful sores. They were messy and painful.
Job: We get good days and we have some bad days, but it isn’t God’s fault. I will keep
loving and honoring God as long as I live.
Narrator: In those days, people believed that if you got sick, God caused it because
you did something wrong. So now three of Job’s friends are coming to see him.
Eliphaz: Job, I had no idea you looked so awful. I came to support you, good buddy.
What did you do to make God do this to you?
Eliphaz: You are not innocent or this wouldn’t have happened to you. Job, look who’s
here. Hi, Bildad.
Bildad: Hi, Eliphaz, fancy meeting you here. Oooo yuck – Job, you look terrible. I just
came by to cheer you up, pal. You really must have wronged God to get into this mess.
Why don’t you pray and ask God to forgive you?
Job: Bildad, nice of you to stop by, but you’re the one who is wrong. I have done
nothing wrong. God be praised.
Bildad: Come on, you can’t tell me you’ve done nothing wrong. Look dude, you’ve lost
your home, children, servants, and everything you owned. God’s trying to tell you
something.
Job: The only thing God is trying to tell me is to trust Him. He’s my friend!
Zophar: Friend? – yowza – what on earth happened to you, Job? You look like road kill.
I’m just stopping by to pray for you. But God really must be angry with you for
something to let all this happen. You are too vain to admit it.
Job: Zophar, vanity has nothing to do with it. What is it with you guys? Can’t you get it
through your thick heads, I’ve done nothing wrong. I love God and God loves me.
Zophar: Hey, I don’t want God loving me that much! In fact, I don’t think I want to stand
so close to you when you’re lying like that to God.
Narrator: Well, his friends kept telling him God was punishing him for something. Job
kept protesting his innocence and love for God. This went on for days, and his friends
and his wife told him he’d be better off if he’d just curse God and die. This didn’t make
Job happy. God decided to intervene.
God: Job, I hear you. Pull yourself together, good buddy. I’ve got a few questions for
you. Where were you when I created the earth? Who do you think came up with the
blueprints for creation? Did you ever look at the unfolding of a flower? How many
whiskers on a cat? How strong is a rhino? Ever count how many stars are in the sky?
Job, what do you have to say for yourself? Are you going to haul me into court and
blame me for our life?
Job: Yikes, it’s You, God. Okay, I’m ready to shut up and listen to YOU.
God: I run the universe. Don’t try to dismiss me or make yourself larger than me.
Job: Okay, I get it -- or do I? I know you are in control and I am not. I must yield to you
and obey you. I do!!!!
God: Now I have a few things to say to your so-called friends. Eliphaz – I’m fed up with
you and your two friends. You haven’t been honest with me or with Job. You dare to call
yourselves friends! Go, make a sacrifice to me. I’ll ask Job to pray for you.
Narrator: And Job did as God asked and prayed for his friends and he received 14,000
sheep, 6,000 camels, 1000 teams of oxen and 1000 donkeys. He also had seven sons
and three daughters. He named his daughters Jemima (Dove); Kezia (Chanel) and
Kerenhappuch (Dark eyes). No woman was ever as beautiful as his daughters. And
they were considered equals among their brothers and entitled to an inheritance. Job
lived another 140 years and had a good life – and absolutely, positively loved and
trusted God with all his heart. And you can, too!