Theater Improv with Diva Lamb

[PearlsofWisdom]

Issac wept. His name that means, “He laughed,” was not laughing now, but completely opposite, he wept. His placed a prayer shawl, a tallit over his head, then brought the strings on the corner of this garment, the tzitzit, with his left hand, to his lips and kissed. Closing his eyes, and shutting off all that was happening in the car around him, he greatly searched his heart to El Shaddai, his almighty G_d, and prayed the Shema Yisroel. After some time of weeping with bowed head, he realized the stonyness of his heart, he desired it to be made of flesh.

Then his thoughts turned to how Rachel, oh, beloved Rachel, had tried to witness to him about Jesus, as the Messiah, “Yeshua.” But, he wouldn’t listen. He thought of the prophet Isaiah, who said, “Make the heart of this people dull, and their ears heavy, and shut their eyes; lest they see with their eyes, and hear with their ears, and understand with their heart, and return and be healed.” Issac desired for his heart to be healed. He continued to pray and weep. Then, he repented of his sins, at this moment, the heavens opened in his heart, he was set free. He remembered another verse from Isaiah, “Behold, this has touched your lips; your iniquity is taken away, and your sin purged.” Then, he heard the audible voice of the Lord speaking to him.

“Whom shall I send,
And who will go for Us?”

Issac in his heart spoke, Here am I, Lord! Send me.”
His life was beginning anew...he needed to talk to someone...

 

[faithmom]

From beneath her hat, murmering to herself steadily,

"Jesta watching my hourglass and all the sandrunningout...jestawatchingmyhourglassandallthesandrunningout...."

Claudia peered at the chaos, the quickly changing scene. She smelled the booze (oh, so tempting, but she had so much to do), she smelled the vomit, and she smelled the fear...yes, fear had a smell. Her emotions and understanding came in waves.

"Jestawatchingmyhourglassandallthesandrunningout..." she continued.

This was her night. No one ever saw Claudia, the bag -lagy, the homeless. She always made sure she had fare for the train on New Years Eve. People forgot things, left things, discarded things in their frenzy of celebraton. Good things. Things that kept her alive in the cold New York winter nights. Things easily hidden under her coat, in the legs of her boots, in the palm of her gloves.

"Jestawatchinmyhourglassandallthesandrunningout..."

Tucked in the corner behind the street gang, she'd watched the scenes she'd seen thousands of times. As long as she looked and acted crazy but not threatening, no one ever paid her any attention. She watched the verbal sparring, the J Freaks (she couldnt' say that word, no no, that would hurt too much), the flirting and eying of the young, the angry, the unkind, the crying. All a part of street life. Nothing new under the sun.

Except tonight. She watched the skinny girl eying the clothes. That had been her once, hadn't it. Hadn't she been tough and fast young once? Not that long ago, the street ages you fast....so fast.

"Jestawatchingmyhourglassandthesandrunningout" her soft mumble continued under her hat. And the thoughts rippled into her head. They were gone. The J people (can't say his name, oh no, no...he'd seen her, he'd seen her leave her babies behind. He'd seen her hold that bottle like it was a baby. She'd need some of that by the end of tonight, and it would make her forget them....him), yes the J people were not here. Their stuff....oh yes, lots of stuff, but not them.


"Jestawatchinmyhourglas." Claudia stopped. She slowly pulled her hat off, and pushed back her greasy mousebrown hair. Then she laughed, laughed hard and long.

"NOW WHO IS HOMELESS? LOOKS LIKE NONE OF US ARE GOIN' HOME TODAY! NOT THAT HOME, NOT OUR HEAVENLY HOME" She shreaked, then began to cry in loud raking sobs. Her babies, her children, she'd left them for the bottle, and knew that Jesus could never forgive her. How many people had tried to tell her, to change her. But she couldn't forgive herself. All she could think was.....did He take them home?

She thought, just maybe, maybe if she finally said his name, he would be so good as to take her babies home....wherever they were. Anything they'd done wrong wasn't their fault. It was hers. She whispered "Jesus" through her sobs. She'd finally said the name. She'd really said it. Too late.

 

[martinique]

Christina was imobilized. Clinging to Marie's bracelet like a life vest, she looked around slowly. What was happening here? Where had everyone gone? Her head whirled, trying to make sense of it all. She heard people screaming, someone got sick - she could smell that, and that guy... talking in some strange language - just like the guy that disappeared. Something flashed in her head... a movie.. wait.. Marie had showed her a movie once about people disappearing. Now she wished she had paid more attention. What would happen now? Were we all stuck on this train forever? Christina's tears began to flow.

 

[HesMyAll]

Roy was numb. He needed a drink and he needed it now!

"Does anybody know what in the world is going on? Where did everyone go?" Deep inside he knew the answer but it just seemed too fantastic to be true. He had always viewed the idea of the rature as nothing more than fantasy. The very idea that people would just disappear into thin air was too much for his mortal mind to believe.

All around him people were stunned at the sudden realization that their fellow passengers had not gotten off the train but where no longer there.

He hung his head and began to sob.

 

[Abigayle's Legacy]

Directors Note: I Am So Thrilled With Your Wonderful Performances Bravo In My Words Oy I Am So Faklempt.(choked To Tears) You Do Me Proud!

 

[Abigayle's Legacy]

Pastor Sandford somehow found the strength to stand and looked around as tears rolled down his face.
He noticed a religious Jewish man praying and knew he had accepted Jesus he could tell for that glow was around him.
Pastor Sandford walked over to him and spoke, "My new brother in Christ, we have much work to do. There are hurting souls on this train and we need to minister to them."
Just as the man looked up at the Pastor a rumbling began......a shaking like he had never known the train was being thrown in many directions it felt like.....he fell to his knees and began to pray for he knew and Earthquake had just hit New York City.

 

[Abigayle's Legacy]

Scarlet was paralyzed with fear she knew what had happened and her heart was beating faster than she could handle...she dropped to her knees on the train and said, God please God save me if I have sinned forgive me I know I have sinned forgive me please Jesus everything they told me was true come into my life.
As she prayed her heart felt filled in a way she never experienced, tears fell down her cheeks and at that moment for the first time in her life she felt peace.
She started to stand but a rumbling beneath her feet threw her over landing her near the young girl who was crying hysterically and the young thug who was trying to comfort her.
Theyall grabbed hands and tried to stand but could not, the boy said "What the @#$%%%%%# is happening" Scarlets ears were offended for the first time by this language and she said "Shhhhhhh do you not see we have incurred the wrath of the Lord, repent so you can be saved, do you not understand we were left behind. Jesus has come and we were left for we did not give our hearts to him." Scarlet could not believe the words coming out of her mouth and knew Gods message was flowing through her.
The boy grabbed her and said lady this train feels like it is going to crash tell me what is happening.
As she opened her mouth to speak they could feel earths very land crumbling above them.
Scarlet with tears in her eyes as everyone screamed around her spoke..."New York is haiving an earthquake."
As she finished speaking those words the train was thrown and started to spin out of control and she knew they were upside down as everyone was tumbling, it was as if it was happening in slow motion, and as she landed she spoke no more for she had been knocked unconcious.

 

[martinique]

Christina felt herself falling across the train. She grabbed at the closest person - she got Rico. The train was moving, no, it was ROLLING the wrong way! Christina started screaming, tears still streaming down her face. Would this bad dream ever end? What was this? She'd lived in New York her whole life and never felt the earth move this violently. She closed her eyes and held on for dear life.

 

[Abigayle's Legacy]

Christina felt herself falling across the train. She grabbed at the closest person - she got Rico. The train was moving, no, it was ROLLING the wrong way! Christina started screaming, tears still streaming down her face. Would this bad dream ever end? What was this? She'd lived in New York her whole life and never felt the earth move this violently. She closed her eyes and held on for dear life.

Rico held onto the girl he just met, he never got her name but right now they were closer than he had ever been with anyone except his grandmother.
He knew this train ride might be his last and he held unto the young girl for dear life.
The other girl, the skinny one she was near him one minute and the next the train threw her as they began spinning out of control.
God if you are real and Jesus if grandma was right, please come into my heart and forgive me of my sins nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww his voice resonated within the train walls for the silent prayer he began his final word was aloud and his fear took hold of him and he was thrown with the young girl and slammed into the train bench causing his head to crash against the bench and making a deep gash that knocked him out.

 

[PearlsofWisdom]

Pastor Sandford somehow found the strength to stand and looked around as tears rolled down his face.
He noticed a religious Jewish man praying and knew he had accepted Jesus he could tell for that glow was around him.
Pastor Sandford walked over to him and spoke, "My new brother in Christ, we have much work to do. There are hurting souls on this train and we need to minister to them."
Just as the man looked up at the Pastor a rumbling began......a shaking like he had never known the train was being thrown in many directions it felt like.....he fell to his knees and began to pray for he knew and Earthquake had just hit New York City.

Issac, welcomed the voice of Pastor Sandford, and was willing to help in any way, even if it meant the marytr’s death. For he just prayed the Shema Yisroel.

“My Yeshua, my Messiah, protect these people, keep us safe!” he cried out in anguish, while being tossed around.

 

[martinique]

Christina and Rico tumbled over and over, thrown all over the inside of the car, like popcorn in a popper. She held on tightly, unsure of what horrible thing would happen next. People flew all around her, objects hitting her as they pinballed to the next victim. She was vaguely aware that something had cut her arm, but in the melee there was nothing else to do but wait until it was over. Would it be over? Would this ever end? She let out one final scream as the moving earth slammed them into the side of the car. Suddenly, everything stopped. Christina found herself laying across Rico's chest, still clinging onto him in a death grip. She lay there, wondering if it was safe to move, waiting for Rico to stir. Then, she looked toward Rico's face, saw all the blood. He was bleeding from a gash in his head, and seemed to be unconscious. "Rico!! Rico!! Don't die!" Christina's thoughts raced; she thought about praying. But to whom? She didn't know enough about any faith to claim any allegience. At this point, she wasn't sure there was a God. How could a God let this happen to us?", she thought. Grabbing a nearby coat, she gently laid it under Rico's head. Why hadn't she taken her first aid course seriously? Why hadn't she taken life seriously?

 

[Abigayle's Legacy]

Pastor Sanford,felt his body falling hard and fast as the train reeled. He landed near the young man who tried to knife the elderly prophet who had been raptured.
He sat up his head beginning to form a large bump but he was fine next to the young man who was bleeding profusely from a head gash.
The pastor propped the young mans head on his coat and he ripped the sleeve from his shirt and started to wrap the head wound and apply pressure, the young girl looked on in terror.

 

[HesMyAll]

Roy felt the train turning, rolling actually. Hey, this isn't supposed to be happening! Suddenly with a great lurch, the train threw him through the air. Alcohol no longer clouded his mind. Suddenly he was as sober as a judge! And he was completely unable to control where his body went. He went head first into the door. The force of the impact shattered the glass and suddenly Roy was half in and half out of the car. All too quickly, the heart that had kept Roy alive for 68 years ceased to beat. He drew his last breath in this life and woke in hell.

 

[martinique]

It was when someone screamed that Christina took her eyes off Rico to see what caused the noise. The old man, the one who had threatened his wife, was now hanging half in and out of the car! He wasn't moving and Christina feared the worst. What a nightmare! Someone had come to bandage Rico, but she didn't remember seeing him before. Lots of people on the train, she supposed, and now with most of them missing, it was easier to see who was who. She struggled at first to speak, not sure if she even had a voice left. "Tthhhank yyou"" she stammered through chattering teeth. Heaving a sigh of relief, she breathed what felt like the first real breath she'd taken in hours. It was then she noticed the pain. A cut on her own arm. There was pretty heavy bleeding, and not wanting the man to stop working on Rico, tightened her own sleeve around her arm, clamping it firmly. Where oh where was Marie?

 

[Abigayle's Legacy]

Scarlet began to stir, but the pain in her head was excruciating.
She felt her head and there was a lump the size of a golf ball and she was bleeding slightly.
Was she dead she wondered there was very little light in the train, but she could see others around her.
She searched in the dark for her bag she always carried her Mary Poppins bag with her that is what her friends called it. Anything and everything she stuffed inside and this was a time this bag would definitely come in handy.

 

[HesMyAll]

Suddenly Tina's world was turned upside down and her with it. Quickly, violently, she was hurled through the air. She slammed into a pole and slid down onto what had been the roof of the car. All around her people were screaming and crying. Many were injured and bleeding. It was bedlam! Total chaos!

What in the world had happened?

Shakily she attempted to stand up, stumbling backward she put out her hand to brace herself.

 

[faithmom]

Claudia had flippped backward as the train turned, and had continued to roll and spin, layers of clothing and items whirling about her. The rags and items knotted into them beneath her coat cushioned some of the impact for the most part, but a couple of other items, vodka and rum, tucked in deep pockets, shattered, the glass pieces breaking through some of the layers, jabbing like needles and lacerating her in varying places.

She came to rest with her coat over her head, and her face shoved against someting warm. Lifting her head and shoving the layers of her life from her face, she saw that she had come to rest on one of the street thugs.

For a moment she began to feel around her for her many treasures, her livelihood, then was stopped short as her eyes were drawn back to the young man lying next to her.

He was unconscious, and though he had looked brutal and tough only minutes ago, his youth was clear on his quickly bruising face. His face, now completely relaxed, was that of a boy, almost cherubic in it's moment of peace.

And she heard in her heart and head, "I Am the God of second chances."

She reached out gently, touched his unresponsive face. Words didn't come easy after all this time, but she knew she had to pray, "Jesus, help this boy. Give him a second chance. Jesus. Oh, Jesus." She didn't know what to say next, but felt words welling in her, words she couldn't stop. "Jesus, if it is our Father's will, let this boy live, and I will carry him with me on my walk back to you. I will carry him like I carried the street on my back all these years. Jesus, I pray for this boy."

She knew words of repentance had to have action. She pulled her coat and several layers of rags underneath off of he back. Layers she had built over years, layers she would not have taken off, and become vulnerable to the world without. Her body was suprisingly skinny beneath all of it. She had looked heavy to the world, because she had been wearing a well insulated home. But years of alcohol and lack of food had diminished her to a shell.

Choosing rags without broken bits of glass, she tucked a couple under his head, she placed the coat, over his shoulders. The strong reek of the boozed that had shattered and spilled as she had been tossed arose from the warmth of his body, but she craved it no more. She looked at the bits of blood spattered here and there on her body from the broken glass, and laughed a bit, with all that booze, they should be disinfected. The sting of them was nothing compared to the fear of things to come, the fear of what she had committed to. Would it be enough? Could she lead when she had never followed?

She reached out, beginnning to pray, and held the hand of the street thug......

 

[Abigayle's Legacy]

Pastor Sandford looked on as a skinny girl helped him with the young man who was injured.
"I am Pastor Sandford" he spoke for the first time, "Please call me Danny."
He stood and spoke " Children of God we need to ban together. The rapture has come and Gods wrath is now upon the earth, but fear not, hope is not lost. He is a God of second chances and if you accept Him now, though you will die a martyrs death you will live eternally with Him in His kingdom. Do not be afraid come sit with me gather round, let us pray and minister now to one and other. We need a plan to get out of this place so we may spread the Good News that all hope is not yet lost."

 

[HesMyAll]

Tini heard Pastor Sandford proclaiming that they must spread the "good news". What kind of a nut was he? They had just been in a train wreck an he's talking about good news. She felt she had heard it all now.

You're a nut she yelled at him. What is wrong with you? Tears were streaming down her face and she was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. Looks like you've been drinking your lunch mister.

 

[PearlsofWisdom]

The earthquake hit New York, with tremendous force. Julio, one of the homey boys that hung out with Enrique and Christina, and lived in the same hood, was knocked down and rolled around like a helpless ragdoll. He was physically broken, inside and out. A steady, but thin stream of blood began to ooze out of the corner of his mouth, he began gasping for air, his lungs were compressed, for a trunk had fallen upon his chest. He was increasingly fearful. His breathing was restricted, he began to gasp for air, air of life. Sadly, it was too late for Julio. His time was up; this was the end of his life. Darkness began to permeate around him, drawing nearer, yet closer. A thick shroud began to wrap his body, from head to toe, as if a coffin. He began to feel his soul separate from the body...and found himself in a dark place.

Isaiah 24:22 - And they shall be gathered together, as prisoners are gathered in the pit, and shall be shut up in the prison (KJV)

Julio found himself in the chambers of death in hell. He was paralyzed with fear, an evil manifestation of horrific forces permeated the cell. He recoiled from the demonic presence, but could not escape, like a trapped insect in a deadly spider’s web; a web of lies. He lacked strength to run from this place, and was totally defenseless.

Psalm 88:4 - I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength.

The place smelled strongly of toxic sulphur, anything deathly sickening and disgustingly putrid. Julio could not breathe, his nostrils burned as with fire. He was not alone, the evil around him, the demons tormented him day and not, he could not receive rest.
His mind tormented him...he thought of the old man, who on the train was shouting, “Repent! Repent! The hour of the Lord is here!” But, he stupidly ignored the warning, and chose to remain hardened of heart, body, mind, spirit and soul. Now, he no longer was with his homey buddies, having a good time, he desired to give a warning to this place, but could not. For as in the book of Luke 16, about the rich man and Lazarus, the rich man died, was buried, and was in torments in Hades. He lifted his eyes and saw Abraham afar off, with Lazarus in his bosom. He cried for mercy, but got none. “Then he cried and said, ‘Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus that he may dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.’ But Abraham said, ‘Son, remember that in your lifetime you received good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things; but now he is comforted and you are tormented.’ ... Julio rejected the saving grace of knowing Jesus Christ as His personal Saviour. He wanted to warn Enrique, Christina, Spike, all the others. But as Luke 16:30-31 says, “And he said, ‘No, father Abraham; but if one goes to them from the dead, they will repent.’ But he said to him, ‘If they do not hear Moses and the prophets, neither will they be persuaded though one rise from the dead.’”

The flames were intense in this raging inferno of hell.

Psalm 140:10 - Let burning coals fall upon them; let them be cast into the fire, into deep pits, that they rise not up again.”

Julio’s throat was dry, he was so thirsty, but his mouth was as dry cotton. He could have hungered and thirsted for Jesus Christ, but instead rejected the Son of God. Now, he will never receive just one drop of precious water, never -ever. He could have been forgiven of his many sins in a moment of repentance, but it was now too late....now he was left with the memories of his bad childhood, the abuse, pain, loneliness...

Eternal Torment...with no hope, no mercy, no peace, no purpose, no rest day or night. Instead, always in a prison, with darkness, destruction, demonic torment, dread, like the living dead.