Have faith in God; God has faith in you.

Opening Scene – Narrated by Host
The room is quiet, bathed in the soft, golden light of the late afternoon sun. Outside, the world is a swirl of vibrant colors, the sky painted in soft shades of purple and blue. The cool breeze slips through the window, carrying with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers from the garden. Inside, the atmosphere is calm, almost reverent. Jack sits at the small wooden table, his hands wrapped around a mug of coffee, his gaze lost somewhere in the distance. Jeeny stands by the window, looking out at the horizon, her back to him, her silhouette framed by the soft light.

The silence feels thick, not uncomfortable, but filled with the anticipation of something deeper, something unsaid. The air between them is a mix of stillness and wonder.

Host: The world outside is winding down, but there’s an intensity in the air between them—quiet, yet powerful. The weight of faith hangs in the space, as if it’s been waiting for the right moment to be brought to life.

Character Descriptions

Jack: Tall, with sharp features and grey eyes that often seem to carry the weight of the world. His voice is low, his tone measured and pragmatic. Jack approaches life with a skeptical edge, but beneath that lies a searching soul, always questioning, always wondering about what lies beyond the surface.

Jeeny: Small and graceful, her long black hair framing a face that seems to hold the weight of countless thoughts. Her deep brown eyes are full of compassion, her voice soft but full of quiet conviction. Jeeny’s faith is a guiding light for her, a beacon that shines even in the darkest of times. She believes in the possibility of something greater, and she’s never afraid to speak from her heart.

Host: The silent observer, always present, but never fully seen. The room feels both alive and still, as if waiting for something to shift, for the conversation to find its course.

Main Debate

Jeeny: (her voice soft, breaking the silence, but carrying an undeniable warmth) “Jack, you ever think about faith? I mean, real faith. Not just the idea of it, but what it really means to believe.”

Jack: (glancing at her, his voice cautious, skeptical) “I don’t know, Jeeny. I mean, faith is a funny thing. It’s like… you can’t really see it, you can’t touch it. It’s one of those things that people just say because it sounds nice, but it doesn’t always hold up when you need it.”

Jeeny: (turning to face him, her eyes steady, full of something deeper than words can explain) “But what if faith isn’t just about seeing or touching? What if it’s about trusting in something greater than ourselves, something that carries us even when we can’t see the path? Edwin Louis Cole once said, ‘Have faith in God; God has faith in you.’ Doesn’t that resonate with you?”

Jack: (pauses, his expression unreadable, voice cautious) “It sounds nice. But it’s hard to wrap your mind around. God having faith in me? How can someone so much bigger than all of this—someone who knows everything—really believe in me? I mean, how could He have faith in someone like me, with all my doubts and mistakes?”

Jeeny: (smiling gently, her voice tender but firm) “That’s exactly it, Jack. Faith isn’t about being perfect. It’s about trusting in the possibility that we can still change, that we can still do good, even when we don’t have all the answers. God doesn’t expect perfection. He expects us to have faith, to take those steps even when the world feels uncertain. And the thing is—He already believes in us, even when we can’t believe in ourselves.”

Jack: (his brow furrows slightly, voice low and reflective) “So you’re telling me that God has faith in me, even when I screw up? Even when I don’t live up to the expectations I set for myself?”

Jeeny: (nodding, her voice full of quiet assurance) “Yes. That’s the beauty of it. God’s faith isn’t based on our flaws. It’s not about being perfect. It’s about the potential He sees in us—the ability to grow, to change, to become the person we’re meant to be. When you say you’re not enough, God says, ‘I believe in you. You are enough, and you can do great things.’”

Jack: (leans back in his chair, his hands clasped together, his voice now more thoughtful, almost questioning) “But what if I don’t feel worthy of that faith? What if I don’t feel like I’m the person He thinks I am? How do you just… accept that?”

Jeeny: (softly, almost as though she’s speaking to herself, not just to him) “Faith is never about feeling worthy, Jack. It’s about knowing that even when we don’t see it, even when we don’t feel it, God’s faith in us doesn’t change. It’s about trusting that love and grace are bigger than anything we’ve done or could ever do. He sees the best in us, even when we can’t see it in ourselves.”

Host: The room is quieter now, the air between them charged with something tender, something that cannot be easily explained. Jack looks out the window again, his face thoughtful, the weight of Jeeny’s words settling in his mind. The kitchen, once alive with the sound of conversation, now seems to hold its breath.

Jack: (finally speaking, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable) “Maybe I’ve been looking at it all wrong. Maybe faith isn’t something I have to earn. Maybe it’s just something I have to trust in.”

Jeeny: (smiling gently, her voice soft but full of quiet understanding) “Exactly. Faith is trusting, even when we don’t have all the answers. It’s trusting that we don’t have to be perfect to be loved and believed in.”

Host: The light in the room seems to grow warmer, the air shifting ever so slightly. Outside, the world continues its quiet movement toward evening. The conversation between Jack and Jeeny has shifted—what was once a point of confusion and skepticism now feels like a quiet realization, a shared understanding that faith is not something to be earned, but something to be received.

Climax and Reconciliation

Jack: (with a small, almost tentative smile, his voice more open now) “Maybe it’s time I started seeing faith as something that’s already there. Maybe I’ve been trying to figure it all out on my own for too long.”

Jeeny: (smiling warmly, her voice full of gentleness and satisfaction) “You don’t have to figure it all out. Sometimes, faith is just about letting go and trusting that God already believes in you—more than you could ever imagine.”

Host: The room feels quieter now, but in that stillness, there is a profound peace. The weight of the conversation lingers in the air like the soft light that’s spilling through the window. Jack’s expression has softened, his heart opening to something he’s long struggled to understand. The world outside continues its cycle, but inside, in this small moment, the power of faith has taken root.