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MA$$ is a speculative satire about a Catholic Church that begins accepting corporate sponsorship. The play follows the struggle of a priest named Father Samuel as he attempt to hold together the precarious pieces of the faith after the idealogical collision of Christianity and Commercialism. With insights into both the modern hypocracies of relidion and the contemporary absurdities of capitalism, MA$$ make an undeniable endictment of secular and faithful audiences alike. What follows is a portion of the play. If you have a desire to read more, please feel free to request the entire work via email. |
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Sample of MA$$ Father Samuel: Now I’d like to introduce you
all to a new segment of the service that was recently started. It’s been
a big success the few times we’ve tried it. It’s called “Father
Samuel’s Fun with Fan Mail”. (Father Samuel reaches behind his desk
and pulls out a large mailbag that has the UPS logo on it.) All of Father Samuel’s
fan mail is delivered by the caring folks at UPS, because when it’s a question for God it’s got to go Brown. (Father Samuel reaches into the bag and pulls out a letter.) Our first letter comes to us from Bill Anderson. Is Bill here
today? Oh there you are. Stand up
Bill. Let’s all thank Bill for his letter.
Thanks Bill. Bill writes, “Dear Father Samuel, I would like to thank
you for attending dinner at our home last Sunday. We all greatly enjoyed your
company. Susan was especially excited to take a ride with you in your new BMW. She always wanted to ride in one. And
Billy wanted me to remind you that the big game against North East is in two weeks and ask if you could say a prayer for their
victory. My wife and I also wanted to extend an invitation to you, Father O’Brien,
Father Pulaski, Father O’Neil, Deacon Lack, and Pastor Andrews to join us for Susan’s Graduation Party next Saturday. She would be delighted if you could attend.
Sincerely, The Our
next letter is from Alan Stevens. Alan writes to us from our sister parish in
the next county. Alan writes, “Dear Father Samuel, I am writing to you
today in the hopes that you can clear up a misunderstanding that I had with my son, Steve Jr.
He’s in High School now, and he came home the other day talking about one of his English teachers, who told him
that the Church began accepting money from corporations and other businesses because the sexual abuse scandals had caused
attendance to drop so much and the Vatican was facing bankruptcy with all the out of court settlements it was paying to adult
victims of child molestation. I told my son that his teacher didn’t know
what he was talking about. I told him that the church was not to blame for the
sins of a few misguided men nor was it going to go under because of them. I was
wondering what else I should tell him. Please pray for his guidance. Thank you, Alan Stevens.” Well, Alan, I
can do more than pray for his guidance. I can also have a talk with Steven’s
English teacher about the lies he spreads in his classroom. I assure you and
your son that the leaders of the cloth made a wise choice to embrace the generous hand of industry and commercial America
and establish test parishes like this one to ensure not only the sanctuary of our faith but the promise of our salvation. All that you see today and continue to see tomorrow is all thanks to the wonderful
makers and merchants of products like Coke, Nike, and Dell computers. Our last letter is from…Bewildered and Betrayed…well it seems to be an anonymous letter,
most likely another parishioner squeamish about confession. (Father Samuel opens
the letter and looks at it below a furrowed brow.) Well there is no letter here. It appears to be just a series of old Bible references, no doubt from an outdated
and unconfirmed version. Bewildered writes.
“Mark, chapter ten verses twenty-three through twenty-seven, says, “And Jesus looking round, said to his
disciples, ‘With what difficulty will they who have riches enter the kingdom of God…It is easier for a camel to
pass through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.’” Luke, chapter sixteen verse thirteen, says, “No servant can serve two masters; for either he will
hate the one and love the other, or else he will stand by the one and despise the other.
You cannot serve God and money.” Mark, chapter eleven verses fifteen
through seventeen, says, “And they came to The reading from Luke is also very interesting. In
older printings of the Bible you will not find the word, money. Instead it will
say mammon, which essentially means riches. But what is now known is that the monks responsible for the original translation
of the Bible into Latin did not realize that the Aramaic word mamona, meaning riches, was very close in spelling to the Hebrew
slang word marona, meaning marijuana. Whether there was a smudged on the original
scroll or the word was intentionally changed to cover up the possible pot addiction of the disciples is still uncertain. But what we do know is that Jesus was preaching about the evil of drug addiction rather
than forbidding the acquisition of wealth. Lastly regarding the verse from Mark describing Jesus’ outburst in the temple, I would
like to first point out that study of the Gospel of Mark has revealed that he is notorious for exaggerating and using second-hand
accounts in his writing. In fact our researchers, using an early version of the
Gospel according to John, have discovered that the incident in question was no more than a minor dispute over change between
Jesus and a dove merchant. And as John notes in the passage, Mark was not even
there that day. Jesus had sent him to the house of an ill man to keep him company
until he had arrived to heal him. Speaking of healing. I have probably told many of you about this already, but I just love talking about it so much that I’m
going to tell it again. For centuries theological scholars have believed that
Jesus and his traveling troop of disciples lived off of fish and the kindness of strangers during the term of his ministry. But thanks to the grant from Barnes and Noble Booksellers and Random House Publishing,
We interrupt this scheduled service now with a special news bulletin. (The
following news bulletin can include some ad lib lines referring to current world, national or local events. The following lines are mere suggestions. They can be used
and added to.) In world news, services at the
I’d like to welcome our new catechuwomens to the altar now. (Two
beautiful and full-breasted women, wearing long, white cotton robes over top of bikinis, walk onto the altar pulling a large,
decorated bathtub and a small inflatable swimming pool full of mud. Father Samuel
retrieves a microphone from his desk.) Please let’s give a warm welcome
to Candy and Amber. (The applause sign on the back wall flashes.) They have been studying extremely hard these last two months and are now prepared to accept Jesus into
their lives and join in his ministry. Aren’t you girls? (Father Samuel points the microphone toward them.) Candy &Amber: Yes, Father. Father Samuel: Well, then, let’s begin
shall we. (Both Candy and Amber take off their robes to reveal their bikinis,
and the applause sign on the back wall flashes. The two women hand their robes
to Father Samuel and step into the mud pool.) The ceremony of Baptism for today’s
catechumen and women may appear slightly different to many of you who were initiated as children into the Catholic faith,
but we feel it more accurately represents the spirit of purification and renewal that it was meant to. Candy and Amber are now going to enter this pool of mud and wrestle as a symbol of their past indulgence
of sin and their present struggle against Satan and all of his evils. (Candy
and Amber now lunge at each other and wrestle for several minutes. They should
both appear very aggressive. Father Samuel points the microphone in their direction
to better pick up the grunting and moaning. At the end Candy should pin Amber
to the pool and tear her bikini top off, holding it victoriously over her head. A
bell should ding in the background, and the applause sign on the back wall should light up.
Both Candy and Amber should stand up in the mud pool. Amber should be
modestly cradling her breasts with her left arm.) Today’s mud pool of vice
and lust is sponsored by Angela’ Day Spa, who kindly provided herbal body and facial mud for this Baptism. Now Candy and Amber will proceed to the baptismal font in order to symbolically turn away from their past
immorality and fully cleanse themselves in the rich innocence of Jesus’ love.
(Candy and Amber both step into the bathtub, and a curtain is drawn. The
curtain should be transparent enough to see the outline of the two girls without revealing any inappropriate detail. They should both sensuously bathe each other, erotically moaning and accepting the
love of Jesus.) While Candy and Amber are busy completing their plenary indulgence,
I invite you all, at this time to renew your own baptismal promises. Please respond
by saying: “I do.” Do you reject Satan? I do. And all his Socialist rhetoric? I do. Do you reject pyramid schemes? I do. And all they’re works? I do. And all they’re empty promises? I do. Do you believe in God, the Father almighty, Creator
of Heaven and Earth? I do. Do you
believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord, who was born into this world and who suffered and died for our poverty and
rose again in wealth and glory? I do. Do
you believe in the Holy Spirit, the Holy Catholic Church, the partnership of the Saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection
of the body and wealth everlasting? I do.
Having been buried with Christ unto death and raised up with Him unto a new life, do you promise to live no longer
for others or for that world which is the enemy of God but for him who died for you and rose again, serving yourself, God,
your heavenly Father, faithfully and unto death in the holy Catholic Church. I
do. (Father Samuel now pulls back the shower curtain to reveal Candy and Amber
sparklingly clean and giggling.) Let’s have a warm round of applause for
our newest inductees into our congregation. They did a great job. Candy and Amber. (The applause sign on the back wall flashes
again.) Today’s baptismal water was provided by Aquafina, because if it’s
a question of purity “nothing compares to the clean taste of Aquafina.”
(Candy and Amber should retrieve their robes from Father Samuel, kiss him on the cheek and remove the baptismal font
and the swimming pool from the altar. Father Samuel takes his seat behind his
desk.) Before I introduce today’s guests, I’d like to bring out a
close personal friend of the church, who we’re going to help out today. She’s
been a member of this congregation for over seven years, and her father was a loyal supporter long before that. Please welcome Mrs. Smith to the altar. (The applause sign
on the back wall flashes, and Mrs. Smith, an attractive woman in her late thirties, approaches the altar. Father Samuel meets her in front of his desk, invites her to be seated, and returns to his own seat.) How are you today, Mrs. Smith? Mrs. Smith: Well, Father, I hope I’ll be
doing a lot better after today’s service. Father Samuel: What seems to be the
problem? Mrs. Smith: To be brief and embarrassingly honest,
I think my husband is possessed by some sort of demon. Father Samuel: Interesting, and what led you
to believe such a thing? Mrs. Smith: Well, he has been spending a lot
less money lately. Father Samuel: Hmmm. Mrs. Smith: And he has been coming home early
from work in order to spend more time with the children. Father Samuel: Not spending enough time in the
office making money, huh? Mrs. Smith: Last night I called his financial
advisor, and he looked up Steven’s investment portfolio. He told me that
Steven hasn’t made a trade in over a month. Father Samuel: I can see why you are concerned. Let’s get Mr. Smith out here and see what he has to say about all this. Please welcome Mr. Smith. (The applause
sign flashes, and Mr. Smith approaches the altar. He is a bit older than Mrs.
Smith and dressed in a worn and ripped sweat suit, a sweat-stained headband, and a pair of holy and untied tennis shoes. As he walks onto the altar he is aggressively challenging the audience.) Mr. Smith: What?
I’m fine. I feel great. I’m
not possessed. Do I look possessed to you?
No demons here, just a pure blooded all-American man trying to enjoy the fruit of his labor. Money isn’t everything. Father Samuel: Hello, Mr. Smith. How are you feeling? Mr. Smith: I feel fine. I feel like none of this is necessary. There’s nothing
wrong with enjoying my life, you know. I worked hard all my life to get to where
I am, and I am tired of missing out on it. I just need a vacation from it all
for a while. Is that too much to ask? (Father
Samuel and Mrs. Smith share a look of mutual assurance.) Father Samuel: That sounds like the Satan’s
empty nonsense to me, Steven. Idle hands are the Devil’s helpers. Mr. Smith: Whatever, I don’t
care. I’m so sure I’m not possessed that I’ll go along with
whatever you’ve got planned. Father Samuel: You’re willing then to allow
Father O’Brien and the other visiting clergy to perform the Ceremony of Exorcism? Mr. Smith: Yeah, whatever, you have to do. Just
get it over with. (Men in priestly garb escort Mr. and Mrs. Smith off of the
altar.) Father Samuel: We’ll check in with them a little later on in the service...
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