The Sculptor/Part 2 (The Fall of God's Creation)

When I first did the previous post, I knew I was sharing something special, yet I didn't fully realize how absolutely rich it was until I read it again later. Since this post is sort of a continuation of the one below it that I posted a couple of days ago, if you haven't already, you might want to read the previous post first before this one. It describes a mime presentation that my husband and I saw on Sunday night that I am still feeling inspired by and still writing about. If you take the time to read the earlier post first, this post may make more sense to you.

I have already stated in the previous post how this mime presentation illustrated both positive and negative change and how God's change is good, but Satan's change is destructive. What I didn't see at first is how the basic Gospel message could be derived out of it as well.

When the Sculptor, God, created the heavens and the earth, on the sixth day, after He created all the many animals, as a glorious grand finale, He also created man in His own image. From the dust of the earth, He created him and he was called Adam. And then He created Eve out of Adam's rib. At this point, God's creation was perfect and He called it very good.

The next thing that happened is that the enemy, Satan, used the serpent to tempt Eve, so that she would eat of the tree that God had instructed her and Adam not to eat and she gave in to the temptation, was disobedient to God and persuaded Adam to do the same. This caused the destruction of God's creation in that sin entered into the world, just as in the mime presentation, the villains destroyed the sculpture that the sculptor had created.

Throughout the rest of the Bible, God worked towards rebuilding His creation and His relationship with it. He delivered the Israelites out of Egypt and gave the ten commandments to them through Moses. But that was not enough because man, in the weakness of his own flesh, could not keep the law.

Throughout the history of God's people, as recorded in the Bible, God disciplined them several times, just as they ended up captives in Egypt and than later due to their disobedience, God allowed them to be taken over by the Babylonians. Even in the time that Christ came to earth, born of a Virgin, the Israelites were under the oppression of the Roman Empire at the time.

This is just like how the Sculptor in the mime presentation had to use the hammer and chisel on His creation instead of the original gentleness of His hands.

Aside from the look of great distress on the sculptor's face, this particular mime allegory did not include the actual death on the cross that Jesus had to endure in order to pay the penalty for our sins. In relation to the fallen nature of man kind, since God has given us a free will, the lumps of clay within our hearts need to be submitted to God before He can do any work toward restoring us back to what we were originally created to be and yet that is the whole reason why Christ died on the cross, to pay the penalty for our sins, so that we might be restored back to right relationship with God and also to all that God has created us to be.

The Sculptor (A Mime Presentation)

My husband and I saw the most incredible mime show Sunday night of the sort that causes one to say Wow!!

There were a whole bunch of different mime presentations done to different pieces of music. One of the most impressive and moving numbers that they did was about a sculptor.

It starts with one of the mimes just laid over like an unshaped blob of clay. The other mime moves his hands around her as if shaping her and as he does so, she moves, gradually stands up, positions her hands over her head like a ballerina, opens her hands from a fist to opened fingers, and then as he works on her face, she first opens her eyes and then eventually smiles. Lastly, the sculptor positions her legs, so she looks just like a ballerina.

After the sculptor leaves the room, the ballerina comes to life, happily dances around and examines the drawing that the sculptor had used in order to shape her. Soon, three other mimes that had been there in sort of a wicked frozen position throughout the whole thing, come to life and wickedly move over to where the ballerina mime is and begin to taunt her and as they do, she becomes all distorted and full of despair. They take the picture away that the ballerina is looking at. She fights to get it back and it rips. Eventually, the oppressors leave the stage and the ballerina just stands there frozen, in an all distorted position and a very distraught look on her face.

Next the sculptor enters and sees the damage that has been done to his creation. He is quite saddened by it and with the gentleness of his skilled hands tries to fix her, but is not able to do it easily. With great pain in his face, he has to now use a hammer and chisel, instead of the gentleness and softness of his hands. There is distress in his face as he does it and the ballerina mime gradually returns to her original position, all bend over in a ball, like an unshaped lump of clay. Next, the sculptor starts over again and begins to shape her once again, in a way similar to the beginning of this mime number.

I was so incredible moved by this number. I just can't tell you how truly beautiful it was. I wish I had a video to show you, instead of just a description.

As I was watching this, I was thinking about, as I continually do, what we've been talking about on this blog and was thinking about how I could use this mime show as an illustration while responding to a comment that I had just read. As I thought it through, though, I realized that my thoughts about it are too long and that this is going to be a post, whether than just a comment, so here it is.

Since I was thinking about the previous post, though, as I was watching it, I've decided to go ahead and use this as an illustration about the subject of change.

Quite a number of things have been said about change in the comment section of my previous post (the next post down), such as not all change is good, it can be good, bad or neutral, how we fear change, how we change and grow because we are creative, the need to be cautious of side effects, whether than being in so much of a hurry, the problem of "throwing out the baby with the bath water", avoiding the extremes, the inevitability of change as a constant random time-related process, overtly caused change, the individual perception of change, the changes promised by politicians, changes imposed on us by politicians, how change for it's own sake is dangerous, how people can only handle so much change, so we need to prioritize our gripes, the unchangeable nature of God and His laws, and the fact that we are the ones who need to change, not God. Aside from this, there was also some interesting discussion about pride, stubbornness, yielding to God, the "Ponder Button", Negotiation and Bargaining, and Griper's grandpa's quote "A man without a gripe is a man who has no thoughts." There may be other themes added to this previous comment thread later, but that is where we were at when I published this post.

Getting back to the mime show, though, the number that I have described above is about change, in that the sculptor was producing change in His sculpture (the ballerina), as he worked on her. This is positive, creative change. The villains also caused a change in the ballerina, but that was negative change, resulting in the destruction of what the sculptor had created, so here we see illustrated that not all change is good. It required considerable effort and even anguish on the part of the sculptor in order to change back the damage that had been done to his sculpture.

If you haven't already figured this out, I will tell you that the Sculptor is a metaphor relating to God and how as our Creator, He shapes us into the beautiful creations that He intends us to be. The changes that are made by God are always good ones, yet the changes of the villains (Satan and his demons) are negative and destroy God's work. As we submit to God's changes, we become better people, but when we submit to the things that Satan offers us, we change in ways that are destructive. When God has to undo the damage of the negative change, He has to use hammers and chisels, whether than the original gentleness of His hands and there is usually pain involved.

There is also a Part 2 to this Post.

Comments about Blogging and Another Word Picture.

Posting to my Blog.

I keep mentioning my goal of posting every 3 to 4 days and yet occasionally miss in this quest. I'm a day late. One of my commenters, Beth, keeps telling me that I should just post when I want to, yet there are reasons why I keep pushing myself. One is that I, at times, can have motivation problems and I've found that if I wait until I feel "Moved", sometimes this results in me never getting anything done.

Another reason is because I desire a certain result, for sometimes we do things because we want to, sometimes we do things because we have to and sometimes we do things because we are hoping for a certain result. The result I desire is to give my readers some level of consistency so that the ones who have decided to follow my blog will know what to expect and will not lose interest.

Deciding what to post has not always flowed as nicely as I would like it to. I've always got several options to choose from and the indecision in itself can cause a delay and then when I do finally decide on something, I start doing it and realize that if I really want to do this particular post right, I really should look up something in a certain reference that I don't happen to have here at the house.

A Picture that the Lord Gave me.

There is one thing that I was considering that I can do right now off the top of my head and that is a picture that the Lord put in my head recently. The explanation of it is incomplete, but it will do Ok for now for me to just introduce it and the rest can come later.


I was standing at the edge of the Grand Canyon, looking out over it to the North/East. I was taken in by the beauty of it and also by the vastness of it. Than I looked across the canyon, directly to the East, where the closest edge was on the other side of the canyon. I was thinking about how wide and deep the canyon was and of how difficult it would be to get across it to the other side. It was like a big divide; a deep canyon, separating me from the other side and it seemed so impossible for me to ever get across it to reach the other side.


Aside from this picture, there were two verses that came to mind.

“28) Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 29) Take my yoke upon you and learn of me, for I am meek and lowly in heart, and ye shall find rest unto your souls.” Matthew 11:28-29, KJV.

“But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.” Isaiah 40:31, KJV.

Next, I pictured myself as an eagle taking off and flying across the canyon. I didn't even fly directly East, across to the other side of the canyon. Instead, I flew North/East along the canyon and even as I did eventually reached the other side, I did not land, but just kept going.

Like usual, there is more than one way to interpret this word picture. In this case, there may be quite a few ways of interpreting it, including many that I haven't personally thought of, so please do not be afraid to take a stab at interpreting it.

An Allegory - The Mural on the Wall

After Sandra's family and friends had finished with their lunch, they walked out towards their various pickup trucks that they had filled with furniture and boxes, bid their final farewells and drove off down the street towards her Aunt and Uncle's new home. Sandra stayed behind to load up one last load of boxes into her small pickup. Everyone else had something scheduled for later that afternoon, but she didn't have anything planned, so she had agreed to stay behind and finish up. The furniture was already gone and all that was left was a few boxes in one of the rooms that she was assured were not that heavy.

Once everyone had left, Sandra walked back to the room where the remaining boxes were; a room towards the back of the house that had been used for storage and that she had never actually been in before today.

What was left to move was a single row of boxes stacked about 1/2 of the way up the far wall and a few boxes stacked up to the ceiling covering about 1/3 of the Left side of that wall. On the remaining part of the wall, that was not covered by boxes, a wonderfully painted mural was exposed.

Since no one remained there with her to hurry her along, she took a minute to stand there and admire the mural. At the very top of the mural, there were a few mountains and a thin skyline. About 1/4 of the way down the wall, there was a rather wide river running along the base of the mountains, flowing from Right to Left until it disappeared behind the boxes on the Left. Just slightly Left of the center of the exposed part of wall, another river was flowing down the mountains, cascading down, towards the Left, until it merged with the river at the base of the mountains.

Just past the point at which these two rivers merged, the river divided again. Most of it continued to the Left, yet a much smaller, more narrow stream flowed down from it; this time moving down the wall, slightly to the Right, across a lush green meadow, until it disappeared beneath the boxes in about the center of the exposed part of the wall. The meadow was mainly grass, but also contained a slight sprinkling of trees and some patches of wild flowers in shades of yellow, orange, red, purple and blue and there were also a few rocks scattered here and there.

Soon Sandra began to work and started by removing the boxes that were stacked all the way to the ceiling covering the Left 1/3 of the wall. As she loaded each stack of boxes onto her dolly and wheeled them out to her pickup, more and more of the mural was exposed and it wasn't long before she realized that what had originally appeared to be a meadow was actually an elevated plateau and on the Left 1/3 of the wall was a very deep canyon. The river that was flowing Right to Left along the base of the mountains became a tall water fall, plunging violently over the high cliff and crashing down hard onto the rocks below, into the highly turbulent, rushing rapids that then very quickly hurried off the bottom Left hand corner of the wall.

Curious about the rest of the mural, Sandra continued to move the remaining boxes until her work was done and the entire wall was exposed.

The narrow stream, that had split off from the larger one and flowed down and slightly Right, towards the center of the wall, continued to flow down and Right along the meadow, twisting back and forth a little, and occasionally cascading slightly over some of the rocks, yet mostly flowing Right along the plateau, until it flowed gently into a small lake, down at the bottom Right hand corner of the wall; a rather lovely tranquil pool of water, surrounded by trees and a few deer, grazing peacefully along it's shores.

Intrigued by the painted mural, Sandra felt slightly moved. She thanked God for the mural and whispered a prayer. In doing so, a verse came to her mind; "13) Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. 14 But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it." Matthew 7:13-14 NIV.

After a moment or two, Sandra turned to go. The painting stayed with her, as she drove off down the street, to deliver the boxes and meet her Aunt and Uncle at their new home.




Now, I'm going to let you think about this for awhile, then if you're still stumped, I will give hints in the comment section, until someone figures it out. If you think you are smart enough to know the answer without hints, than pause a little and think about it before reading the comments. The answer will be in the comments eventually.