Fictional Characters

Sarah Sanctuary:   

Sarah is an old Sunday School teacher (we all had one!!) and she tells of her memories of "her children" (she never called them kids you know!) If you are planning for a special occasion at you church an anniversary or homecoming for instance she would be the perfect visitor! If you want Sarah to visit you will need to begin your planning well in advance. You ask several people from the church to write some of their favorite memories from their Sunday School years. Then you send them to me and Sarah will come to your church on your special day and retell those stories as only a little old Sunday School teachers could! Times will vary depending on the number of stories and the need of your program

Elizabeth Darby:

Elizabeth and her husband Ernest are cockney English folks who lead an interesting, if somewhat rocky, life.  Ernest is a shoemaker and Elizabeth is his greatest critic to his face and greatest admirer behind his back.  It is Elizabeth who helps Ernest understand why the work he does (unwillingly fixing soles) is akin to God's work on our worn out souls.

Elizabeth's program is called "The Touch of the Master's Hand".  It starts with her story and ends with several stories of those who experienced the "touch of the Master's hand".

The Touch of the Master's Hand

It was battered and scarred,
And the auctioneer thought it
hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
but he held it up with a smile.

"What am I bid, good people", he cried,
"Who starts the bidding for me?"
"One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"
"Two dollars, who makes it three?"
"Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,"

But, No,
From the room far back a gray bearded man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then wiping the dust from the old violin
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet
As sweet as the angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?"
As he held it aloft with its' bow.

"One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?"
"Two thousand, Who makes it three?"
"Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone", said he.

The audience cheered,
But some of them cried,
"We just don't understand."
"What changed its' worth?"
Swift came the reply.
"The Touch of the Masters Hand."

And many a man with life out of tune
All battered with bourbon and gin
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like that old violin

A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on.
He is going once, he is going twice,
He is going and almost gone.

But the Master comes,
And the foolish crowd never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the Touch of the Masters' Hand.

Myra Brooks Welch