The Doll Maker: A Christian Religion Story
(WARNING: A Christian story, please do not bash if not your religion) A short story showing how God cares about everyone and we're like dolls needing to be fixed.
In, out, in, out. Out of the fabric, Into the fabric.
The thread seals the last area of the doll’s dress.
A man sat on a small stool with many fabrics around him. With those many fabrics were many dolls. For many hours straight, he stayed and sewed. He stood up and with a sigh put up his newly completed doll on the shelf. Its pale porcelain glass sparkling with the dim sunlight, its white velvet dress looked soft and smooth, and its black curls shining, this doll looked so lifelike. The man sat there admiring his work in silence. All of his thoughts seeming to flow back to this doll.
My perfect little doll, my perfect little angel.
Ever so gently he touched the doll, "You were beautiful the way you were, but now you are divinely beautiful."
In a slow trotting motion, he went over to a door and opened it. Behind this door was a large room, engulfed in silence. He went browsing all the creations on the shelves, old worn down dolls, walking slowly through the rows and rows of dolls until his eyes came to rest on one. It was a simple doll, with button eyes and thread hair in a black dress. He picked it up and stared kindly at the doll. He walked back to his workspace and sat down.
You shall be perfect.
He used a simple pair of scissors to snip the threads. All the pieces of fabric went falling to the table, all the old memories of this doll falling one by one. He then pulled off the last button. Out of a drawer he pulled out a pale porcelain head. His pale hands went pulling out a paintbrush and some paints. Gently, He did his first stoke. Hours later the face was complete, and he placed the head back down. His hands moved over to the old pieces of the doll and a brush.
The old man picked up the old dolls hair and brushed it. After hours of brushing, it turned fine and silky, very lifelike and real. He mixed his glue like mixture and spread it on the glass head of the to-be doll. Its newly placed hair pulled back into a gentle pony tail, with one blonde piece of hair falling over its right eye. As he let that dry, he grabbed the pieces of the old dolls skin and outfit. His hands were dipping the once black material into bleach, turning it pure white. The pieces dried and he sewed them all into an all new cloak. Every little memory coming back together in one new doll, but perfect and divine.
Now you are renewed.
He looked at his dolls that he has renewed. They were all beautiful dolls, all perfect. He sewed to the sleeves of the coat two small hands. He smiled at his accomplishments, dolls like no other, unique in their own way. He then placed his newest creation on the shelf next to the other dolls. The man got up and went towards the large room again, to renew another once more. Make them perfect.
Moral of the Story
The man is God, renewing the dolls. When he walks in the room is our final day, judgment day. He will decide who will be the next to become divine and perfect. When he bleaches the dolls black outfit, it represents him washing us clean of our sins. He takes time to make us all perfect and in his own image and will never stop. He loves us all and we are his perfect angels.
The thread seals the last area of the doll’s dress.
A man sat on a small stool with many fabrics around him. With those many fabrics were many dolls. For many hours straight, he stayed and sewed. He stood up and with a sigh put up his newly completed doll on the shelf. Its pale porcelain glass sparkling with the dim sunlight, its white velvet dress looked soft and smooth, and its black curls shining, this doll looked so lifelike. The man sat there admiring his work in silence. All of his thoughts seeming to flow back to this doll.
My perfect little doll, my perfect little angel.
Ever so gently he touched the doll, "You were beautiful the way you were, but now you are divinely beautiful."
In a slow trotting motion, he went over to a door and opened it. Behind this door was a large room, engulfed in silence. He went browsing all the creations on the shelves, old worn down dolls, walking slowly through the rows and rows of dolls until his eyes came to rest on one. It was a simple doll, with button eyes and thread hair in a black dress. He picked it up and stared kindly at the doll. He walked back to his workspace and sat down.
You shall be perfect.
He used a simple pair of scissors to snip the threads. All the pieces of fabric went falling to the table, all the old memories of this doll falling one by one. He then pulled off the last button. Out of a drawer he pulled out a pale porcelain head. His pale hands went pulling out a paintbrush and some paints. Gently, He did his first stoke. Hours later the face was complete, and he placed the head back down. His hands moved over to the old pieces of the doll and a brush.
The old man picked up the old dolls hair and brushed it. After hours of brushing, it turned fine and silky, very lifelike and real. He mixed his glue like mixture and spread it on the glass head of the to-be doll. Its newly placed hair pulled back into a gentle pony tail, with one blonde piece of hair falling over its right eye. As he let that dry, he grabbed the pieces of the old dolls skin and outfit. His hands were dipping the once black material into bleach, turning it pure white. The pieces dried and he sewed them all into an all new cloak. Every little memory coming back together in one new doll, but perfect and divine.
Now you are renewed.
He looked at his dolls that he has renewed. They were all beautiful dolls, all perfect. He sewed to the sleeves of the coat two small hands. He smiled at his accomplishments, dolls like no other, unique in their own way. He then placed his newest creation on the shelf next to the other dolls. The man got up and went towards the large room again, to renew another once more. Make them perfect.
Moral of the Story
The man is God, renewing the dolls. When he walks in the room is our final day, judgment day. He will decide who will be the next to become divine and perfect. When he bleaches the dolls black outfit, it represents him washing us clean of our sins. He takes time to make us all perfect and in his own image and will never stop. He loves us all and we are his perfect angels.
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