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  • we sat next together in a church pew waiting for the show to start
    he told me that they had given up "good food" for lent and that he
    was trying to eat healthier.
    after five minutes of waiting in silence, listening to other people
    around us, I picked up the Bible and started reading to pass the time.

    i've read the Bible cover to cover twice.
    i used to wish that my name was Ruth, I say.
    A man comes to the podium and says that they postponed the show
    due to the cold weather, and that we could talk among friends.

    I heard his grumble, shifting around in his seat and consoled him
    saying that I would read to him passages while we waited.

    I always liked the book of Luke, but read from the book of Mark instead.
    The part of the story where Jesus travels to heal people.

    I say to him, do you think that because I read this I wanted to be good?

    During the set, he tells us that he has always believed in God, but he doesn't
    really like to talk about it. My heart echoes the same reply. People think
    you are crazy to believe in anything anymore.

    He says that one day he just had to stop pretending that the things that he was
    witnessing weren't miracles. Little things. He talks about his son and his girlfriend,
    the napkins in his pockets with lyrics on them he called "stuffing."
    He talks about unfairness, God taking people away before their time,
    and that one time that he felt that God actually saved his life.

    Everyday I am grateful to be here, to witness.

    I look around the packed church and recognize an unsung community.
    People shuffled in and out to see him play in a vacant church.
    He signs his name and speaks to me and I always act like I don't
    know anything about the alphabet. Smile and am complementary.

    If I had the right words and the right moment, I'd know exactly what to say.
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