HEAVY METAL MIRACLES

CHAPTER 19

ELI

BEARING WITH ONE ANOTHER, AND FORGIVING ONE ANOTHER, IF ANYONE HAS A COMPLAINT AGAINST ANOTHER; EVEN AS CHRIST FORGAVE YOU, SO YOU ALSO MUST DO (Colossians 3:13)

            “Hey, Eli,” Elsa greeted, looking at me hesitantly as she sat next to me.

            We were on a bench that overlooked a small playground behind Cotton Creek Cove Fellowship. We had just finished a rehearsal for the small impromptu double wedding ceremony for Penny, Arlo, Ariel and myself to take place the next day. I was watching my five year old granddaughter Crystal play with Elsa’s four year old daughter Ivy.

            “Hi, Elsa,” I greeted cheerily, even as my body tensed.

            She had been my best friend’s girlfriend for eight years. Their relationship was often stormy, and I’m afraid I was the last straw. Elsa had often been flirtatious with me over the years. I’m ashamed to say that not only did I not discourage the behavior, I often flirted back.

            But then the sexual tension between us came to a boiling point for her. She not only propositioned me, she tried to seduce me. As randy as I was back then, there was no way I would actually get physical with my best friend’s girl. So I told Arlo on her. It not only caused their biggest fight to date, it was the last nail in the coffin of their dying relationship.

            Until her greeting on that sunny afternoon in late May, the year of our Lord 2000, her last words to me had still echoed in my head. With an ugly look on her pretty face, she declared, “Ya know Eli, you’re a hypocrite! All of the times you’ve undressed me with your eyes, and commented on my work, so here I was very generously trying to give you the real thing and you turn traitor on me.”

            By me commenting on her work, she was referring to her occupation as a model and actress, which mostly entailed posing nude and soft core porn. Her rebuke stung and was one hundred percent accurate. For I had, even sometimes blatantly, encouraged her behavior, yet I let her take the fall. Then to make matters worse, I smirked at her with demonic pride, not saying a word. She spit in my face, turned on her stilettos, and I didn’t see her in person again until this day at the wedding rehearsal.

            I was tongue tied for a long moment. I had always fancied Elsa. I’m ashamed to say, if she was anybody’s girl but Arlo’s, I would have bedded her in a second. I guess you could say she and I had been friends, but the only bond we had besides Arlo was a mutual attraction. Now, several years later, I find out that she has a terminal illness. She spoke first after our greeting. “Sorry about spitting in your face.”

            I chuckled and shrugged. “I deserved it.”

            “I’d like to think you did. When you aimed that cocky smile at me, I wanted to do much more than just spit in your face. I had never been turned down by a guy that gave me such clear signs he desired me.”

            “I had never turned down a woman as beautiful as you. But Arlo is like family.”

            “I know that now more than ever.”

            “I owe you an apology as well,” I told her. “I was more guilty than you over our mutual lust, but I threw you under the bus to cover my own guilt and shame.”

            She glanced at me with an arched eyebrow. “That’s big of you to say, but I’m the one that made the physical proposition.”

            “But before that, I was the one being more suggestive. It was my behavior more than yours that led to, shall we say, you showing me your goods.”

            She looked at me with an inquisitively arched eyebrow. “You seem different, Eli.”

            “Yeah?” I replied with my own arched eyebrow. “Is that good or bad?”

            “Definitely good. Do you know how I ended up in Iowa?”

            “In your car.”

            “No, silly,” she laughed and then frowned. “Well, yeah, I guess I did. Maybe I should have said do you know why I ended up in Iowa?”

            “I don’t know.”

            “A week ago I was in a Christian bookstore, and low and behold, I see you and Arlo on the cover of a magazine. I bought it and read the interview three times. I couldn’t believe it! You and Arlo renouncing your Satanic band and talking about coming to Christ.”

            “So I assume you’ve become a Christian then?”

            Her gaze was pensive. “I don’t know, Eli. I’m scared. Not just for me, but for Ivy. I guess I was there looking for hope. I had already bought a Bible when I was pregnant with Ivy. But it can be hard to understand, so I wasn’t very devout in reading it. Then my cancer came back, and I wanted some direction, some hope. I never dreamed it would come from Arlo. I didn’t want him to know about her because of your band. But after reading the article about you two, I knew I needed to contact him.”

            “That’s weird. I thought he contacted you.”

            “That’s the miracle!” she beamed. “I tried, but his number had changed. I tried calling some people we both knew, but all they could tell me was that he left California. I knew he grew up in the Midwest, but in all the years we were together, we never went to his hometown.”

            “You never met any of his family?” I asked.

            “Oh sure, but they came to us. We never went to them, not even at Christmas. Anyway, so I actually tried to pray about it, and literally a half hour later, Arlo calls me! I couldn’t believe it! At first I thought he had gotten wind that he had a daughter, but he said he called to make amends for being a less than stellar boyfriend.

            “He told me where he was, and I told him I was only about four hours away in the Chicagoland area. I told him I needed to see him. He was skeptical. I think he thought I wanted to get back together, and he told me that it wouldn’t be a good idea to see each other. He said he had a fiancée and was gonna be married this weekend. So as much as I wanted to tell him in person, I had to tell him about my illness and his daughter over the phone.

            “He said he would come to me, but I wanted to see where my daughter might be living, and with whom besides Arlo. He had called at lunch time, so I threw some things together, and spur of the moment, we made a little road trip out here.”

            “Wow,” was all I could manage to say in response. I was a guitarist, not wordsmith.

We both looked at Crystal and Ivy, and then she sighed as she watched our children. I watched her out of the corner of my eye. My heart ached for her as I groped for something to say. A weary smile spread onto her face. “They sure seem to click, just like you and Arlo. His daughter, your granddaughter.”

            “Yeah, a couple little cuties came from a couple bruties.” Maybe I was a wordsmith after all.

            “I understand you had a similar experience as Arlo.”

            “You mean finding out you have a kid years after the birth. Yeah, it is similar. But thankfully Arlo found out much sooner.”

            “So you wish you would have known Ariel was pregnant back then?”

            “Yes and no. I was a selfish pig right up through the collapse of our band. So it was probably best for Ethan that we met as adults.”

            “I have to agree that you were a selfish pig.”

            I chuckled. “Tell me what you really think.”

            “I did,” she replied with a tilt of her head and a little smile. If you hadn’t known Elsa, you wouldn’t know she had a terminal illness. But her voluptuous body was now a bit frail. Her lovely face was getting slightly hollow in her cheeks, and there were light purple circles under her eyes.

            Her little jab at me gave me a Penny moment. By that I meant that I spoke a question that was on my mind but had no intention of broaching the subject. “Are you sure Ivy is Arlo’s?”

            I instantly regretted it, but she turned sad, patient eyes on me. “You know firsthand that I was a cheater. But God as my witness, Arlo was the only man I had sex with for several months before Ivy was conceived.”

            “I don’t know why I asked that,” I replied and then sort of put my foot in my mouth again. “Arlo would raise her even if she wasn’t. You know when you, um, well…”

            “Die,” she finished with a zombie like voice as she stared at the kids. Then a tear leaked from her eye. “Arlo is such a changed man.” Then she turned her eyes on me. “I mean not that he was ever as wild as you other three, but…”

            “I was a saint compared with Kyle and Izzy,” I said, placing a hand over my heart, half mocking myself and half serious.

            “I suppose, but even Ozzy Osbourne seemed tamer then Izzy. Ozzy may have bitten the head off of a bat, but Izzy chopped off his own hand and slit his own throat. And Kyle was like a walking pharmacy and liquor store. So my old friend, being less insane than them isn’t all that impressive of an achievement.”

            I chuckled but then grew serious. “Are we old friends?”

            “I hope so,” she said eyeing me thoughtfully, as she scratched her temple daintily with her index finger. “I mean we had that last bad spat and haven’t spoken in years. But I traveled to a hundred cities with you guys. I’d like to think you and I got to know each other beyond all the partying and flirting.”

            “Yeah, me too,” I replied, and then chuckled before a little confession. “Now that I have a conscience.”

            “You’ve always had a conscience, Eli. What do you think kept you from getting as out of control as Kyle and Izzy? Or telling Arlo I tried to seduce you?”

            “Self-preservation and loyalty.”

            “Wouldn’t they be elements of a conscience?”

            “It seems you’re no longer an atheist.”

            A pained look came onto her face. “I don’t know. I guess between having Ivy, having a deadly illness, and talking to Arlo, I’ve become something between agnostic and a believer. I mean, when faced with raising a little human being, and then facing death, my search for God has consisted mostly out of fear and anger.”

            “That’s understandable,” I replied. “I’ve had a similar experience, albeit different circumstances.”

            “So what were your circumstances?”

            “Well, the fear came in through nightmares. Dabbling with Satanism and the occult is dangerous, and we did considerably more than dabble. The anger came in simply through the false doctrine of eternal hellfire, which, oddly, most of Christianity embraces. I thought, how can a God of love torture people for eternity? But Arlo set met straight. In a nutshell, he gave me a Bible study showing me that the world is destroyed by fire. Kind of like Noah and the flood, only fire instead of water. But then he recreates it after the devil and his angels are destroyed in the lake of fire. So even the supernatural forces that created evil won’t be tortured permanently. Only the result is permanent. The wages of sin is death. (Romans 6:23)

            (For more information on the topic of Hellfire, lookup Amazing Facts ministry and request their study guide, ‘Is The Devil In Charge of Hell?’ There are also a couple dozen other study guides with topics ranging from who is the Antichrist to can you rely on the Bible?)

            “Yeah, Arlo shared a bit with me about that. But I still can’t get beyond running your life by a book that was written two thousand years ago.”

            “See, another similarity with you and me. I felt the same way. But once again, after Arlo showed me through prophecy that the Bible is as relevant today as when it was written. The one that stuck with me the most profoundly was form the book of Daniel, chapter 7 and verse 25 in particular. Keep in mind this was written about six hundred years before Christ was born.

            “It says that a power would appear on the world scene that would think to change times and laws. It was referring to the Sabbath, which is both about time and is the fourth commandment in the law of God. This happened in the fourth century, when Constantine made Christianity a legal religion. To accommodate sun worshippers, the Bible Sabbath was shifted from the seventh day to the Venerable Day of the Sun, also known as Sunday. But who is man to think to change God’s Holy Law?”

            Elsa was looking at me like I had two heads. In a strange way, I sort of did. For I wasn’t the same person I was when we last spoke. Yet I was still me. Two different characters in one person. Elsa even expressed this. “Are you really the wild guy I knew as Eli Endor?”

            “I was,” I chuckled. “But now I’m simply Elijah Alderson.”

            She looked away from me and at the two girls playing happily. A wistful look grew onto her face. She smiled. “I’m so glad I came here and got to meet everyone. Even the man formerly known as Eli Endor has been a sweetheart. You all have been such a balm to my hurting soul. I’m gonna try hard to embrace the side of me that believes.”

            “I’m so glad you came here too, Elsa. And as for embracing the side of you that believes, pray for the Holy Spirit to help you. He’s also known as the Comforter  (John 14:26 KJV). By the way, I hope you stay. I’d like to truly be your friend.”

            “I’d like that,” she squeaked. Then she put her face in her hands and began to whimper.

            This took me a little by surprise. On impulse, I gently put my arm around her. Once again, to my surprise, she leaned into me and her head rested in the crook of my neck. There was nothing sexual about our togetherness, but talk about a relationship that did a one eighty.

            It felt awkward at first with my arm around her, but then shifted when she stopped crying. “I’ve been so lonely Eli. My aunt has dementia, so I can’t truly talk to her about my feelings. I was so nervous coming here, worried on how I’d be perceived, given my past and all. Especially by you and Arlo’s fiancée. The only one I’m still not sure about is your woman.”

            “Oh, no worries about Ariel, she’s a sweetheart,” I said, and then realized something. “Although, when I found out you were coming, I did tell her about our history. I didn’t want her to find out from somebody other than me.”

            “So that’s why she’s been aloof around me.”

            “She’ll come around. She’s probably just sizing you up. She’s had a tough go of it this last year.”

            I’m not gonna say speak of the devil, even though I sort of just did. But my sweet lady’s’ calm, yet menacing voice sent a jolt through me when I heard Ariel say, “Well, don’t you two look cozy?”