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This past summer, as a part of my continuing graduate work at Fuller Seminary, I studied with a Parisian arts organization striving to share the gospel with the unchurched artists in the city. I spent most of my time in Paris wandering the city and ducking into every ancient cathedral I came across. They were mostly empty of worshippers, nothing more than museums of religious relics and monuments to a bygone era. I puzzled over these places as I perused their alcoves. I wondered why the French people had so abandoned what seems to have once been an active, if perhaps misguided, faith.

One night, I went to see a film I had seen advertised all around town, Les Contes de la Nuit, the stereoscopic rendering of a collection of animated fairy tales originally released on French television in 1992. The film's creator, Michel Ocelot, is famed for his use of silhouetted characters atop intricate, multi-colored backgrounds. The six tales of Les Contes de la Nuit are co-joined by brief sequences of three story-tellers in an old theater at night trying to decide which stories to tell the children who will make up their audience the following day. The fairy tales they decide upon are the silhouetted stories we see.

The fourth of the six tales is entitled "l'Elue de la Ville d'Or," or "The Elect of the City of Gold." In this story, a young warrior happens upon a city made entirely of gold. The temples are gold. The streets are gold. All of the citizens wear gold jewelry, play gold instruments, and eat off of gold plates with gold knives and forks. The young warrior is astounded at the abundance of wealth.

As he explores, he happens upon a beautiful maiden draped, of course, in gold. He falls in love. She warns him not to love her as she is likely to be chosen as her people's sacrifice to their god later that day in their annual ceremony. The warrior vows to protect her if that happens and goes to hide until time for the sacrifice.

Later that day, the people of the city arrive following their priest who leads them all in a worshipful song. When the song ends, four beautiful young women, all ornately dressed, are brought before the priest. He examines each one before choosing the young woman whom the warrior loves. She is then led atop a pedestal where she resolutely stands waiting for her god to consume her. The people once again begin to sing.

The god appears in the form of a huge serpent. It uncoils and looms over the maiden. Just as it is about to strike, the warrior leaps from his hiding place and calls the people to help him destroy the snake. The people refuse to help him kill their god. The serpent laughs. The warrior runs. The snake gives chase, and when it catches the young man, the serpent devours him in a single gulp. The god then slithers back to the pedestal where it prepares once again to eat the young maiden as the people sing.

The serpent strikes, but just before it consumes the maiden, the snake falls over dead. The warrior emerges from the serpent's belly and leaps up to stand victoriously by the maiden's side. He has killed the snake from the inside. The people are furious. They cry out in mournful agony at what the young man has done. The warrior is confused, but then, before his eyes, the golden city begins to crumble. The gleaming edifices rust. The towers topple. The ornate headpieces all the people wear first crumple and then disintegrate. All the light leaves the city, and the colors abandon the sky.