Imagine a dark tone. And imagine the visuals as you read along. This is a story of a mother and a young 3-year-old daughter.
Sunny August day.
The mother buys clays for her daughter to play. The child is very excited. She starts making a doll. And then starts painting it. And asks her mother to bake the clay for her.
Mother, as she puts the clay to baking, asks the kid, what has she made, what is this doll?
The daughter says, “I made you mom” I always want you next to me.
So the doll is now all done, the daughter paints it and keeps it next to her. She sleeps with it.
Rainy, dark November. Leaves have fallen, and trees look barren.
The mother is cooking. And she hears her daughter talking alone. Concerned she looks into her daughter’s room. Her daughter is talking to the doll.
Mother asks “what are you doing?” and daughter answers “I am talking to you. I am talking to your doll”. Mother goes back to cooking.
Days go by, the daughter spends more time talking to the doll. Even at the dinner table, she eats in rush and goes back to her doll. So they bring the doll to the dining table, and now she eats slowly. But every time the mother asks a question, the daughter would at the doll and answer.
The mother is very concerned. They make sit down. Jump cut to Phycological counselor. The daughter is sitting in front of the counselor.
He asks her, “why are you talking to a doll when your mother is next to you?”
The kid, “my mom is very big, I want something very relatable. I want something small like me, so I can relate to it. I want to relate.”
Counselor, “do you want relatability or control”
The kid, “no I feel happy when I dress the doll and even respect the doll because I did it as worship to my mother”
As the child speaks, the character morphs into a man in a temple. ”I did this to worship God, he is big, I need something to be relatable so I made the idol”. The camera keeps rolling around the man and counselor (round trolly) the man morphs to a Christian saying “I need the local church to relate to God, I need structure”
We end the story on a black screen with these words
Isaiah 66:1
This is what the Lord says:
“Heaven is my throne,
and the earth is my footstool.
Where is the house you will build for me?
Where will my resting place be?