The Only Story Ever Told about a Giants Emotional Colorless Garden

“I was born, I fell in love, and then I died” this is hailed as the only story Monomyth. There is four stages that can be thought about like the cycling of the seasons. Spring, not necessarily the beginning, but it often is. Life kicking in, spring so beautiful. Summer youth, discovery, and passion. Fall the beginning of the end, fleeting youth, crisis. Winter tragedy, irony, death.

Pleasantville had such an interesting series of colors, and interesting angles, and that really heart felt scene with the Dinner guy, and the lady. It was great to see how her emotion brought color to her face. The emotion made life more real despite the fact it was painful. The art in that scene was more beautiful to me than the scene that had almost complete color. The art was among colorless emotionless surroundings, so it seemed more precious. The thing that interested me the most though had to be the fact that the one painting made the man smile, and the women cry. They got something so different, and it was real to both of them despite whatever the artist’s intentions were.

The story of the Giant was so pretty, its wording was so well worded. The line “who hath dared to wound thee” going after his anger, was excellent placement. The giant had let the children play in his garden “whatever you do unto the least of my brothers you do unto me” so the little boy let the giant join in paradise. Perhaps the greatest thing was when the children found the dead giant. Somehow death was the most beautiful thing in this story, because of what it meant for the giant. The most beautiful garden ever. If we forget the idea in the back, of paradise in Christ, this story is still beautiful, and touches the heart. So why don’t we tell stories, we need not always be direct to Jesus. That is not to say I think we should always be speaking about Jesus behind parables. But what if sometimes we could approach people who do not like the idea of Jesus in an indirect, and beautiful way that gets past the name that they have come to be opposed to hearing. That’s the thought I had when I first heard this story.