The Myth of Pygmalion and What it Means
I open my laptop’s media player to hear some bad-ass tunes. Then the music played
There was only you and me
We were young and wild and free
We’ve been down that road before
But that’s over now
You keep me comin’ back for more
When you’re lyin’ here in my arms
I’m findin’ it hard to believe
We’re in heaven . . .
Suddenly it brought me to another world. I felt a whole love story unveil again.
One that was there all along.
I didn’t know where the story came. It passed my mind as my “podcast mentors” visualize what they want in their life. The story of Pygmalion.
In summary, Pygmalion was a talented Greek sculptor from Cyprus. He was frustrated by women so he dedicated himself to his work. He endeavored to create the perfect woman of his dreams. He named the beautiful work Galatea.
Pygmalion worked so long that it became more beautiful than any woman that had ever lived or been carved in stone. He found himself applying the strokes of hammer and chisel with increasing affection. When he was done, there stood before him a woman of such perfection that he fell in love.
He would bring it gifts, caress it, kiss it and talk to it every day. He brought it gifts. Then the statue became alive.
I can feel that this story was about me. In eternity past, “There was only you and me. . ” And when I was born, the separation kick in as I felt more and more distant from God, though in church. I felt weighed down by my imperfections. “Now nothin’ can take you away from me, We’ve been down that road before. But that’s over now. . .” That’s when God decided I was so valuable and so precious that He will not allow anything to take me away from Him. He dealt with the separation and went down to pay the price for my freedom. Jesus.
But there is more, can any man go crazy about his art? Say for instance, I would stop working to daily admire and serve my clay sculpture? They are rare. Very few. But that’s how enthusiastic God is about me. He dances, celebrates, gets wild and crazy.
I could see God watching over me back in elementary running around in the football feild, rolling around in the grass. I can feel He was there when I got awards, when I was cruel to our dogs, when I felt unloved, when I drew my heart out, He was the proudest. I can feel He was ther in high school. He was there when I couldn’t understand myself, when I went out to Manila for college, out where I was emotionally looking for myself.
Yeah I could see I could ask “Why didn’t you speak all through that time?” But I can feel it’s more like you felt my confusion, my fears and my doubts. Ian, you’re all that I want. That’s how my Father loves me. You were there all along, loving, silently, all through my life. You were there looking.
In times where the spirit of rejection and bitterness lingered, You knew what your plans were, and you had a powerful story. So as I partner with you in this journey, I could know, I haven’t missed anything. I need not gain more finances or success. You were my best treasure, and I am your most prized possession. I am yours.