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A Promise is a Promise
Walking into a Dream
Zoe 4: the great safeThe last installment in our
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The Marked Man
An interview with a modern saint
MARK WILLIAMS
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WordsOfWisdom
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Guess what? Life lives here. This is the literal translation of ZoeBiosphere, the title of
our now nished tetralogy, which is four part poem series. Hopefully youve been ableto check them out. The rst poem, He Knew Peace, is below. We believe there are in-spiring stories and people doing world-changing work artistically and otherwise. Thismonth we prole Mark Williams. He is a farmer, singer, and songwriter who loves tocreate. Seriously if this guy does not inspire you, no one will. He trudges onin the midst of tragedy and uncertainty with a childlike determination that he
will leave the world a better place than he found it. Check him out onYoutube, andyou will not be disappointed. He sings from a place beyond what we can see, thusdrawing us into the deeper life the Creator intended. There is Life here! We live on anearth growing better everyday. So enjoy our second print version of Metatron Mag.
Were glad you stuck around to see what happens. God is calling to all creativity.
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Reconciling the Creator with creativity
the jump
He Knew Peace
Not so much as to cripple an advance
Many a gift has given a chance to be the best
Love for the personication is still leftTo grace when the most translucent phases
Haste the lace cover trellises of my garden softly
The voices of ex-
Cons harden
Among the brethren never meant to escape
The wheel place inside an age fed then
Art splayed against righteousness former
Morals take the look
Of cynicism left drying in the dust
Like laundry in the windFor the sun tired of stiffening garments that truly
Seek restoration
A new vision claimed this had always been so
Many tears calm the tempest within
For the ocean will always respond to
Objects made of passionate songs
Sadness
Takes no
Soul by surprise yet
Perches just above
The steadfast
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What we have to be is what we are. -- Thomas Merton
Life is this simple: we are living in a world that is absolutely transparent andthe divine is shining through it all the time. This is not just a nice story or afable, it is true. -- Thomas Merton
Anything worth saying is unsayable; thats why we tell stories. -- KevinMofett
I went to the Festival of Faith and Writing at Calvin College in Grand Rapids in
April, and after one day of wondering why on earth I went, I spent the next twodays reveling in the joy of listening to passionate, widely loved writers share abouttheir work. I hope to carry some of the messages I learned with me in the days and
years ahead, and I believe it would only be neighborly to share them with you as afellow voyager on my journey to explore the intersection between belief and art.
Exploration
My sister, who was with me, attended a session during which the speakersexpounded on the power of the essay. It is a concept we have forgotten due tothe widely held notion that essays are boring. The following is literally cut andpasted from Wikipedias entry on Essay, but I believe it is clear and conveys
what she shared with me:
The word essay derives from the French innitive essayer, to try or toattempt. In English essay rst meant a trial or an attempt, and this isstill an alternative meaning. The Frenchman Michel de Montaigne (15331592) was the rst author to describe his work as essays; he used the termto characterize these as attempts to put his thoughts into writing, and hisessays grew out of his commonplacing.
So consider these editorials I write as essays. They are my attempts to understandand investigate ideas. I do not have the answers, nor do I ever hope to pretend thatI do, but I invite you to read while I search for a better understanding of my faithand why art is important.
So this was the rst revelation for me. Essays: potentially cool.
What is your Question?
The rst keynote speaker was Gary Schmidt, a professor at Calvin and anauthor of books for young adults. He spoke about this very concept: writing is anexploration, and art must have meaning. He shared, Stories are not about havingall the answers but asking the right questions. All art is directivepointing to aquestion. He continued, suggesting, Perhaps the biggest task for a writer [andI would say any artist] is to nd that question that will provide the reader witha shaken soul Stories should quicken us by shaking our souls, sometimes bygrabbing our throats. In our art, we need to each nd that question that will leadus home.
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Editorial 2: Themes from an Awakening
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Your Voice is Strong
I also learned that an artists voiceis a very powerful thing, not to
be messed with. You can only beyourself. Nobody should trust anartist who is not honest, and anyone
who with decent intuition should beable to tell the difference betweenan artist who is being truthful andone who has constructed a truth.Larry Woiwode, the state PoetLaureate of North Dakota since1995 and the author of numerousaward-winning works including venovels, explained it in the following
way: John Calvin said, All truth,
regardless of the source, derivesfrom God. At the center of thattruth is a voice as identiable asa ngerprint You must speak tothe most deep and individual truththat lies within you. It remainstheduty to adhere to your truth. Thechallenge then, after learning to tell
your own truth, is facing the crowd,because Woiwode also explained,The clearer my voice became,
the more my work was faced withhostility. While it is our duty totell the truth, antagonism towardsour art will often grow in directproportion to our honesty.
Art in the Spirit
I also learned that there are twokinds of art. Art that comes fromour own minds, and art that istruly, literally inspired. I attended
an interview of the poet Li-YoungLee, and he shared the following: Idont want to be a writer. My realobsession is to be in contact withthe Divine. He explained that sooften his writing is too full, too fullof my own ego. I write and writeand wonder if there is any wordfrom God. As I have shared before,I am not one to take the Spirit tooliterally. I am rational, and I strive
to write using all the powers of mycreativity and intellect. But could
there be something more to this ideaof the sacred making itself known inour art?
Lee claimed, The making of art isa very deep, effective yoga you doto make contact with the Divine.He read two of his own poems to theaudience. Upon reading each of them,he said that they were troubling.I was mystied then as to why hechose to share them. The second oneincited an even stronger responsethan the rst. He said, This poemreally troubles me. Theres no wordfrom God, the Divine, in this poem.
After explaining his distrust of
writers who are not safe becausethey are in service of their own ego,he left us with a Chinese proverbthat has guided his work: You cometo the earth with mud on your face.
You bless what has to be blessed; youkill what has to be killed.
Perhaps the most exciting sessionI heard was a discussion betweentwo prolic novelists, Debra Dean,
author of the forthcomingTheMirrored World, and Luis Urrea,author ofThe HummingbirdsDaughter. The authors shared aboutthe experiences of writing these two
works, which are both about saints,individuals who perform purportedmiracles but who could be merelyinsane. Both authors chose theirsubjectsone an indigent Indiangirl born to a teenage mother on the
border with Mexico in the 1800sand the other the Russian St. Xeniafrom the 18th Centurybecausethey had no other choice. Theircharacters demanded their storiesto be told. And both authors sharedalmost supernatural stories aboutthe inspiration for their novelsUrreas came by way of the guidanceof a medicine man and Deansthrough a revelatory dream. It washard not to feel that there was more
at play that simply writers relayinghistory that they found interesting.
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Again, it became clear that inspiration is not just a catchphrase among artistsit is areal experience that quite possibly goes beyond the realm of the rational and natural.
The Outsiders Perspective
Lastly, a common theme was the idea that art is often the result of nding oneselfa stranger in a strange land. Leila Aboulela, a Sudanese writer who migrated toScotland, explained that exile, like hers from her homeland, is the saddest of fates,an ancient form of punishment. Yet that is how her writing emerged. She describedthat she was obsessed with expressing homesickness and needed to express thedifferences between the two lands. She claimed, When I left home, thats when I gotthe material I needed to write. Lee, also an immigrant, explained, My experience asstranger has been not happy but fruitfulI wouldnt stop being the stranger becausethe stranger knows how to ask questions. He believes there is a power of being animmigrant, of seeing things differently. The,nal keynote speaker, ChimamandaNgozi Adichie, also made this evident, writing her rst novel, which won accoladesthe world over, upon her move to Connecticut from Nigeria for college.
Conclusion
So art is a yoga we do to connect with the Divine through our pursuit of the answer toeach of our own most important questions in each of our own absolutely unique andpowerful voices.
Books that Inspire
Dreaming with GodBill Johnson
The Kingdom of God IsWithin You
Leo Tolstoy The Artists Way
Julia CameronPoke the Box
Seth GodinMoses Trilogy
Poul Hoffman
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God always takes the simplest way, If you want to be happy. be.One of the greatest diseases is to be no one to someone.
I cant die but once.Be kind whenever possible. It is always possible.
Be the change you want to see in the world.Jesus was born by Mary and God, man got nothing to do
with it.
I am not afraid...I was born to do this.Almost always the creative dedicated minor-ity has changed the world.
words of WisdomLets see how well you know some
historical gures. Match the quotesbelow to the quoter and win a prize,
inspiration!
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If I set aside a certain amount of time with an idea, it is possible to come awaywith a song.
Dream big, and then take an actual step towards it. Its a big world with lotsof possibilities, and yes, its messed up. But if you think of a dream thats bigenough to change the world, take a step that would lead towards that.
End goal, we would like to own a farm somewhere and live in the country andplay lots of music and grow lots of food.
Occasionally, you come across clear examples of art being used as a tool: poetryas an expression of love or painting to relieve sadness or a repressed memory.Mark Williams uses music to foster community, empower the helpless, and createmoments of transcendencewhere the power and beauty of words and the cadenceof voice take us beyond the mundane and the tragic with which we are surrounded.
He explains that he considers much of his music modern eld musicmusic to besung out in the elds. He likes the idea of call and response songs, creating unityin a crowded room or on a front porch or in a eld of laborers, backs bent over thedirt. Mark knows that the eld has changed; for many, the eld has become thecubicle, but he believes the need for human connection and the need to rise abovethe human sorrows we all share remain.
I met Mark Williams in college. My best friend, Courtney, introduced me to him.It was 1999. He was a junior, and she was a freshman, and there were undeniablesparks. He was dark with really long, ponytailed hair and she was light with reallyshort, spiky hair, but they both wore matching blue and white pin-striped denimoveralls, which I dont know where you would buy. I also remember that she was
often barefoot, while he was usually riding a skateboard. And I think they met inGospel Choir.
Mark and Courtney went on to date for the rest of Courtneys time at college,
Interview withMark Williams:Urban Farmer,Musician, andServant of the
Poor
I have tons of insecurities, but they all goaway once I start playing.
Sometimes I wonder, Am I ever going towrite another song? Maybe I have writtenall the songs I am meant to write.
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and after many years of hard times andgood for both of them, they got marriedin the summer of 2006. So Mark has
been a part of Courtney for pretty muchthe entire time I have known her. Not astressful part or a cheesy part, but a realpart. I dont know too many couples that
seem as right for each other as they do.I dont believe in soulmates, but if I did,they might be one of my arguments for it.
Courtney and I would watch Mark playguitar and sing at his college apartment
with his friends on Friday nights, duringwhat they called Chai House. MikeSethi would make delicious chai tea foreveryone on the stove in the kitchen, andMark and some of the others would play
guitar and sing. It was denitely, Goodtimes.
When you think ofMark, you thinkof singing andguitar music andlaughter and yes,good times withfriends. Markand music areinseparable. My
sister plays herentire, enormous,obsessivelycollectedcollection ofmusic on random,and the CD that Mark and Courtney gaveaway as their wedding favor is part ofthat massive song library. From time totime, my sister will mention to me howMark denitely ought to be famous for his
music. And I dont know about the famepart because I dont know if Mark wouldeven want it, but Mark is an artist whoshould be making music. His job should
be to make music. His music bringspeople together, and it makes life better.It is entertainment as entertainment
was meant to berespite from lifeschallenges.
When you listen to stories about Markslife, unanticipated, synchronistic,incredible musical opportunities area theme. He performed in the choir atchurch as a child and early on developed
the condence that comes from messingup in front of congregation of people.During high school, friends heard Marksinging at camp while washing dishesand invited him to lead a ska band,though he didnt know what ska was.They went on to open for every ska band
that came through Pittsburgh. Markeven learned to play guitar by accident.He brought a bass of his dads to play
with some friends one time, which ledto a mentor offering to teach him how toplay not only the bass, but the guitar.
Mark adds, What really inspiredme was going to Wheaton and seeingJohn Steinmeiier, Andru Bemis andPaul Bessenbacher, all of whom have
become full-time musicians. Gettingto play musicwith friends andlearn from themshaped Marksskill and desire.Eventually, thesecontacts led himto tour Illinoisand Wisconsin,performing atthe MennofolkFestival andeven gettingthe offhandopportunity toplay for GarrisonKeillor. Through
performing with people like Andru andBrad Yoder, I realized it was possibleto make music in a way I had not seen
before, in back yards and communities.Possibilities really opened.
Mark currently works at the PittsburghProject as a community gardener. Thispast year the organization lost fundingand is severing their staff from 50+people to 14. This summer, Mark willnot be able to hire people under himto work the gardens. He optimisticallydescribed this challenge as a blessing indisguise, because the dream has always
been to make the garden an inherent,
community-supported project. Due to thebudget cut, more than 20 neighborhoodfamilies have volunteered to step in andprovide the labor. Mark will spend the
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ell, its here. Blue LikeJazz the movie, written byDonald Miller and directed by Steve
Taylor (yes, the Christian Rock-star Steve Taylor that you re-member from 1994). Its in theat-ers right now and Ill cut to thechase if youre uninterested in mys e m i - l o n g - w i n d e danalysis: youll probably like it.
The lm, like the book (which waswonderful), is written by DonaldMiller. A man as offensive in hisdaring, beer-drinking honesty as in hislack of scholarly credentials (as onesemi-bitter friend once pointed out).
Ill admit that I was annoyed thatSteve Taylor was directing the
project. For one, I wanted to makethis lm. Okay, ne, a bit of a fantasy,I know. But whats worse, it seemedlike Miller teamed up with the only
edgy Christian to navigate theEvangelical mainstream withoutentirely losing his religious credibility.
Taylor felt like a mossy old battleaxe, and I was bothered that a bookabout the painfully honest (andprofoundly hopeful) navigation ofChristian Spirituality was beingdirected by a clich Christianartist from my clich Christian
past. Flashes of corny Youth Groupretreats and cheesy Christianmusic videos ransacked my mind.
I have a deep and abiding pas-sion to bring the unlteredtruth of redemption before the
world. I have a desire to chuckour pretend, glossy testimoniesinto the abyss so that we might
exchange them for the fear andtrembling, through which weactually work out our salvationunto this wide grace jasper sea.
But my fears were alleviated.Apparently, Im not the only oneworking toward the unlteredtruth of redemption. I guess Ste-
ve Taylor is too. And Don Miller.
Go go gadget story-time.
The lm opens in cleverDon-Miller-speak withMarshall Allman (who playsDon Miller in the movie)narrating. One of Millersstrengths as writer is his abilityto navigate the ne line betweeninsular Christian-talk and, well,
everybody else. True to form,he opens with a vulnerable littleself-effacing bit about SouthernBaptists. Nice move. Soft enoughto keep most Christians hooked,
but honest enough to ease therest.
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From there, it drags a touch. The setup is clunky, but gets the jobdone. Don is a model Christian boy, the annoyingly perfect sonto his aging but still attractive single mom. His Dad, the secularhumanist who presents the call that our protagonist mustanswer, rings hollow, in character design andpresentation. But like I said, its clunky, but
functional. Theres enough there to keep you along forthe ride. One of the main issues here for me is the tone.Taylors opening is a bit too clich and tongue-and-cheekin its depiction of church life. A misstep Miller carefullyavoided in his book, and part of what made it so great:honesty. For better and for worse.
Nevertheless, the story does grow feet. After he discovers adisturbing secret that disrupts his status quo, Millerescapes to Reed College, one of the most hedonistic,politically active, intellectual student bodies in the Pacic
Northwest. After he severs afliation from his formerreligious life, Miller embarks on a harrowing journey ofpartying, politically motivated vandalism, lesbianappreciation, and girl-chasing. More than most SouthernBaptists could stomach, I dare say.
The arc is imperfect. Penny is annoyingly trite (why mustgood Christian girls always be so frigid?). Yet somehow, itstill works. It does. And I daresay youll like it!
There is a thread underneath the lm that was takendirectly from the book,it surfaces briey from time to time, when we see how shallow rebellion is.
When we see the ugly behind cynicism. But the deep and profound power lurk-ing under the soft outer shell of Blue Like Jazz is in the fall to repentance.Millers resolution truly is lovely. The journey may have been a little too easy.The tone a touch soft. But the resolution is so lovely.
In fact, I found myself gazing at the absolute beauty of a Christian with a peni-tent heart (there should be no other kind). The contrite heart. A lovely third
act denouement, not to be missed.
Well done, Steve Taylor. Im sorry I thought of you as a moldy battle axe. Youare anything but. BTW, the soundtrack was awesome.
Blue Like Jazz is now playing in theaters near you
Joshua Russell is a multi award-winning lmmaker,
Instructor at DePaul Universitys School of Digital
Cinema and Film Critic for Metatron Magazine.
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summer working from sunup to sundowntending to the plants and plots of earthin order to provide local food to theneighbors and local farmers market.
As a musician, Mark leads the music at
his church, performs with friends at anannual Johnny Cash event, and puts onhouse shows for friends and neighborsin a band called The Neighborhood
when the opportunities arise. Theyaffectionatelyreference Mr. Rogers
who hailed fromPittsburgh.
Marks musicis powerful. It
transports you. Hisvoice is shockinglypowerful. When he
begins singing, youare immediatelyengaged, but hethen takes his voiceto the next level,losing all inhibition.I have never heard
music that takes me out to the eldssomewhere in the south a hundred
years ago as much as his does. Hesings about a world where life is hard,
but God is good. His lyrics referencetrains as a mode of escape, not only
physically, but into eternity. Hismusic makes you feel like the worldis a beautiful place where there ispotential for goodchildren arepicking orange cherry tomatoes off
the vine and old folksare playing banjosand mandolins.So I asked Mark
where this musiccomes fromhow
he gets inspired,and I was shockedby his answer. Heexplained, Thesongs often come
when I am goingthrough somethingdifcult or I amup late. I struggleso much withdepression, and
many of the songs I write are really hopeful and idealistic.
At rst, I thought that I had not heard him correctly. But he went on to elaborate,sharing that he is responsible for envisioning and carrying out lofty idealistic
visions at his church and his job. It is hard not to notice how often the reality isso far from what he and those around him are imagining. On top of that, he hasa wife and two children relying on him at home, heightening the potential to feellike a failure, not only as a visionary and laborer, but as a husband and father. Hesummed it by saying that he often nds himself asleep on the couch.
Personally, this was beyond eye-opening. I idealize Mark and Courtneys lives
because they are living out the dreamthey are living the way life was meant to belived, or at least far closer to it than anyone else I know. Mark himself describedthis ideal as, Living simply, growing your own food, making music, loving peoplethat you are close to. If everyone followed suit, I think the world would be a far
better place. It was bizarre, then, listening to him describe the feeling that he is asocietal freeloader when maybe he should be making lots of money in the freemarket so he can just support himself as a musician.
Mark performed a house show for us recently. Before performing the rst song,he told us about some of the children he teaches through the Pittsburgh Project.He teaches them ecology and gardening and canning, among other things, but hehas realized that before he can teach them to take care of the earth or how to canpickles, he has to teach them that they are loved, because many of these childrenare not getting that message at home. The rst song Mark sang, then, had the
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repeating (and very catchy) line, Aint nobody that the Lord dont love!
A little later, Mark told us about one of his favorite students, a girl who would tell allthe other kids to shut up and pay attention to Mark during class. Her mother and
brothers were involved in gangs and drugs, but she and her twin sister were not. Herdad would bring her to church. One day she died in a drive-by shooting. Some men
who were angry at her mother or brothers or someone in her family decided to shootup her home, and she was the only one to die. After the weekend, Mark returned
to the ecology class where she was missing. After Mark told this story, I began tounderstand what he meant when he said that not all of the kids were getting themessage that they were loved at home.
I began to get a more realistic idea of Marks depression. He is living on publicassistance and working for a oundering organization and making very little moneydoing so, because he believes in helping these children. Music is his passion and hisgift to the world, but he doesnt have the time or the resources to make it a priority,especially when he is surrounded by so many people in need, not only of love andeducation, but an escape from poverty.
Mark and Courtney are not quick to elaborate on the darkness with which they are
surroundedit is something real for them, but it is so far from most of our shelteredrealities. I think it almost feels cheap talking about their experiences, because theydont want us in our own wealthy worlds to romanticize them as heroes in some sick
way. The people, living and dead, with whom they are surrounded, are real.
Mark and Courtney told me stories of numerous peopleyouthgetting shot andkilled in their neighborhood. Courtney described pressing on the bullet wound in the
back of a huge man as she held him and tried to convince him that it was a good ideato call the police. Mark described how one of his best employees, Anthony, would takegardening breaks to quietly meet with his gang members. This particular individualended up getting convicted after killing a local, beloved shop owner in an attempted
robbery. When he was put in prison, he ended up on the same oor as murderer of thegirl who had been killed in the drive-by shooting. Turns out, she had been his cousin.Mark had led a small devotional with this young man and a couple others, but he lostfaith in the endeavor after Anthony killed the shopkeeper. But not all had been lost.They received a letter from prison in which Anthony told about realizing he was onthe same oor as the killer. At rst, his plan was retaliation, but he ultimately decidedto try forgiveness.
Marks music is a cry to God from the depths of poverty and dreamless, hopeless lives.He has captured hope and transcendence with his songs, even as he himself is losingfaith in a vision that does not seem to be making a difference.
In addition to running a farm with his family, Mark has a dream of communitysupported music. Mark explains, One thing we starteddoing at the non-prot is offering CSA shares. This is a greatmodel with agriculture, but I bet you could do it with musictoo. Just as individuals and families buy into communitysupported agriculture (CSAs), they would buy a share in hisart. He would perform shows for the community membersduring the year and they would have access to all of hisrecorded music.
Mark has tons of music waiting to be recorded, and he is currently working onreleasing another CD, though he is not sure if people still use CDs. I assured him theydo. I think. I know my sister would take one.
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Words of wisdom answers
1.I, Albert Einstein 2.B, Leo Tolstoy 3.E, Mother Teresa 4.H, Harriet Tubman5.C, Dalai Llama 6.F, Mahatma Gandhi 7.A, Sojourner Truth 8.G, Joan of Arc 9.D, Martin Luther King
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Two of the four headsare broken. The ring itself issound. What size diamond did
you have in mind? He doesntknow. He cant remember. Its
been forty years since heborrowed Joe Wozniaks beater
and drove from the base todowntown Honolulu. He spenthalf a years salary and had
been happy to do it. I dontknow, he says. What do yourecommend? He detects afaint gleam in the womans eyeand realizes that he needs to
be more specic. When he tellsher his budget, her face loses its
expectancy. Let me see what Ican do.The stone she returns
with approximates the head of apin. Shame oods him. The tinyprick of light glistening on aplush velvet cushion, when heldclose to his clouded eyes, looksentirely insignicant in this pal-ace of treasures. Do you wantit? the woman asks.
Do you have anythinglarger?
Not at that price. Unlessyou want a lower quality stone.
Show meHe can see no differ-
ence between the two stones,one nearly twice the size of theother. For the second time in
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In the depths of the lacquered, cherryjewelry box he searches through a dusty heap ofjewelry: Sterling silver loops purchased at ea
markets; an amethyst suspended from athin chain; a fat pile of pearls the color of glisten-ing milk; a tarnished pendant green with age.Beneath all of these he nds the white-gold band
missing its stone. It sits nearly weightless in thepalm of his hand. He closes his wrinkled ngersaround it tightly, afraid that that his arthriticgrip will fail him, the ring tumbling on to the car-peting where he will never nd it again. Even thethick glass of the bifocals cannot turn the blur ofcataracts to clarity.
Through the window of the northboundEl looms the steel mass of the ballpark whichreplaced Comiskey. He knows its named aftersome soulless corporate entity but cant remem-
ber which. The train stops and a stream of peoplewedge into the car. The seats ll to capacity andthe remaining passengers grip the stainless steelframes around the doors for balance. Knuckles
whiten as the El accelerates, the city splayed outbefore them like a vision of the future. The pressof the bodies, the intense noise of voices and jos-tlinghe feels a sense of disorientation, and if heis honest with himself, fear. His hand buried deepin his trouser pocket squeezes the ring as though
thieves and pick-pockets stalk him, knowing hecarries a great treasure.
Scrap? asks a saleswoman, appearingporcine in a too-tight red dress. Resting in thecrease of his hand the ring appears shabby underthe bright, warm lights of the jewelry store. Traf-c speeds past on Wabash. Its started to rain.
Scrap? he asks, incredulous.Well I assumed. . . The setting is broken
and missing the stone.
Its not scrap. I want it repaired. Thewoman reaches for the ring and he forces himselfto let her take it. She examines it expertly, hereye large, wet, and luminous behind a jewelersloupe. A moment later:
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his life hes bankrupting himself fora ring. When will it be ready? heasks after handing the woman hisdebit card.
Not too long. Probably threeweeks.
Three weeks? Again, hesincredulous.
Sir, were very busy.I need it much sooner than
that.Rush orders cost ten per-
cent more. If you want it rushed wecan have it ready in three days. Hedoes internal arithmetic. If he skipsMondays breakfasts at EllisonsGrill, if he avoids driving except forhis physical therapy, if he forgoesgroceries and lives off the frozenentrees stuffed in the deep freeze;he decides he can manage.
Three days later he retrievesthe ring and boards the El, thistime exiting at Clark and Lake andtransferring to the Green Line.He walks awkwardly, slowly, handshaking inside his jacket pocket ashe grips the red velvet enclosure.Thirty minutes later, out of breath,he stands in an anesthetized hos-pital corridor trying to remember
the room number. Purposeful menand women in white jackets and
blue scrubs rush past. He peersinto each room, the unsettling feel-ing he has come to the wrong oorsubmerging into a terrible fear
that hes too late. That one of the crackling,indecipherable messages from an overheadspeaker signals her departure.
Can I help you? A small, darkskinned Indian woman smiles up at him.
She runs a hand tipped with red nail polishthrough her dark hair. Her name tag readsChandani.
I cant nd my wife.Is she a patient?Yes.Chandani leads him to a computer
screen. Shes been moved up a oor. Ill takeyou there.
They step out of the elevator and thegirl leads him under brilliant lights until
they stand in the entryway of hospital roomwhich smells faintly of the white lilies sittingin the window. Asleep, the woman in the beddoesnt notice when he sits down next to her.Gently he lifts her wrinkled hand and easilyslides her wedding band off her skeletal n-ger. He opens the velvet box and removes thering. He waits for his hand to steady, for theopening of the ring to line up with her nger,and then slides it into place. Her eyes open.
She looks rst at his face and then down atthe restored engagement ring. Wordless, shetakes his hand in her own, ngers suddenlystrong, her eyes alive for the rst time inmonths.
She smiles at him and they sit togetherfor a very long time, examining the diamond:Not as brilliant as the original but still a twin-kling, refractor of light.
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A promise is a promise.
If a person says he or she will do something, it is usually not cause totake it to the bank. At times we are very cautious of one anothers promises
and hold them with an open hand. This is not wrong. Circumstances ariseevery day that prevent people with great integrity from doing what they saidthey would. It is not a reason to not trust each other. But it is all the more rea-son to learn to trust God rst and foremost. He is unseen but loves us in sucha way that He doesnt mind being leaned upon for support. You can take His
promises to the bank, because they are more rm and solid than anything thatwe CAN see in this world. We all have dreams and expectations of a greaterfuture. These awesome exploits cant happen without the risk that only comesfrom trusting in the One who is trustworthy above all. When Jesus said, I
will never leave you nor forsake you, he meant it. Since the world is
not over, have no fear; dare to dream and pursue. This world needs you. Afterall, a promise is a promise..
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Words of WisdomNew Silver
For our God is a consuming re.
-Hebrews 12:29