“Guess what?” asks a stone carving of a woman. “ I hear some of us are going to come alive. Alive- like the Sculptor.”
“There is no Sculptor,” answers a stone rhinoceros. “How can something bigger than us exist? Who made him? I think these Sculptor stories just give us an inferiority complex. We thought up a Sculptor, and now we feel inferior to him. We sculptures are the best thing in this studio. Better than tables or chisels or floor tiles. Why pretend that some ‘Sculptor’ is smarter than us?”
“I don’t have an inferiority complex” protests a stone version of a St. Bernard. “On the contrary. I am proud that a maker made me special!”
The rhino hits back: “Specially made, what a joke! Wind erosion and water erosion wears down stone. You are erosion-worn, and now some idiots think the forms we have is specially designed. No Sculptor is necessary.”
“Yes,” adds the stone statue of a man, “the best evidence against a Sculptor, and for erosion, is how all of us are made from the same materials. There are small images of horses and large human statues, all from the same kind of stone. But your Sculptor ideas keep you from accepting the scientific fact of erosion.”
“We accept erosion, we just don’t accept that erosion explains everything” the stone image of a leopard chipped in.
“Oh, and if there is a Sculptor, I don’t want to know him. It often happens that carvings that used to be in this studio don’t stand here any more. What kind of Sculptor destroys his carvings?” complains a figurine of a horse.
“The world is larger than this studio,” the sculptures that believe in a Sculptor answers. “He don’t destroy sculptures, he moves them somewhere else.”
The stone horse keeps arguing: “You don’t annihilate statues, I don’t annihilate statues. How can you trust a Sculptor that annihilates his own makings- or ‘take them somewhere else’ as you believe without evidence?”
“I believe in the Sculptor, because he already enables me to move,” says the St. Bernard. “And one day, I would move as freely as he does. It’s part of the life he gives.”
“Freely? If you got to move as the Sculptor enables you, what is freely about it? In any case, we statues and figurines got no way to see that so-called “movement.” It’s just one of your superstitions” exploded the frustrated male statue.
“And another thing about this so-called movement,” complains a monkey figurine. (Actually he is one third of a figurine, being the one with hands in front of his eyes in one of those knick-knacks where one monkey has hands before eyes, the next hands before ears, and the last hands before mouth.) “I hear it was movement that made a large marble giraffe fall over a few clown figurines of a weaker type of stone last week, and it broke them all. You believers in movement only cause trouble.”
“Monkey, you don’t care about the weaker sculptures any way. Why this tantrum?” asks a quick-tempered elephant figure.
It quickly descends into a shouting match in which no carving hears the views of any other carving any more. They lose interest in talking without listeners, and go on with other activities. But a few carvings keep thinking about the wonder of sharing, one day, in the kind of life the Sculptor has…
Inspired by this CS Lewis quote: “… And that is precisely what Christianity is about. This world is a great sculptor’s shop. We are the statues and there is a rumour going round the shop that some of us are some day going to come to life.”