Tony (Sr.) has shared with me several times his distaste for the removal of narrative from the throws of theological discourse. I agree, in this case, a narrative is the perfect outlet for proper theological development.
Paul Sandbourne had been in love with Estelle Ventido ever since he could remember. Estelle has always been close to him geographically, despite his propensity to travel here and there, he always found her very near himself in thought.
After a long time in waiting and some good advice from his mother, Paul bought land for his love. The land was vast, hundreds of acres and full of trees, grass and soaring sky.
Paul looked upon the land and was happy.
Then Paul thought, my love cannot come to my land if she has no house in which to dwell. So he built her a fantastic mansion, with hundreds of floorboards, large windows and a big front door with an enormous ‘welcome home’ sign upon its frame.
Paul looked upon the house and was happy.
Then Paul thought, if my love had nothing to drink how would she survive in such a place? At once Mr. Sandbourne built a deep spout. At its base was a deep, flowing river that shot water up and out its enormous mouth. The water was clean and cold, refreshing to the touch.
Paul looked upon the spout and was happy.
Then Paul thought, how could my love survive in such a house, she has nothing to eat? Then with painstaking effort, Paul tilled, planted and watered a garden. From the garden large tomatoes grew, along with cabbage and a plentiful supply of carrots.
Paul looked upon the garden and was happy.
After many years and awesome acts of love the land was ready for Estelle. She came and was happy in the land. After many children survived and thrived on the land they looked at the gifts bestowed upon them, forgetting Estelle and Paul,
they continued along in the grace of their love.