04 Mar

Text and image by Rick McVicar       

     Stars sparkle brightly over Bethany on a crisp early spring evening as Mary Magdalene takes the stage with her lute.             

     She is flanked by disciples Thaddaeus on drums and Bartholomew on bass. Mary belts out the Psalms in blues, her throaty voice sounding similar to Stevie Nicks. Her long coarse, wavy blonde hair sways over the scene, electrifying a crowd of both Jews and Romans. Mary’s short red dress with sequins energizes the mostly male crowd. Her curvy figure complements her hair.                         

     “My God, my God, why am I forsaken?  You’ve left my bones chilled and shaken.                        Why don’t you hear my groan?  You’ve left me all alone.  We’re in the dust.  We’re full of rust."             

     Psalm 22 serves as Mary’s signature number. Her tiny waist and pulsating pelvis keep the audience mesmerized for the entire ten minutes of the song.                         

               “You promised us dominion.  Now you want to take it back.  You made our nation first.  Now we’re a bunch of hacks.   We’re in the dust.  We’re full of rust."                         

     After singing a couple more Psalms, Mary steps off stage to take a break. She walks into the crowd, looking for somewhere to get water. Mary walks past several men selling jewelry dangling from gold chains. A brilliant white stone, shining and shaped like a house key, catches her eye.             

     She stops to speak to the vendor, a tall, slender man with short black hair and olive skin. His long narrow fingers serve to push his merchandise into the faces of onlookers. 

     “That is an exquisite stone you have there, my friend. It is beautiful. But why is it fashioned as a key?” Mary asks. 

     “That is no ordinary stone. It is crushed ivory, compressed into a stone. It is fashioned into a key as an engagement ring, signifying a man’s ownership over his bride. It’s a Roman tradition,” the vendor explains. 

     “Well, I’m looking for a piece of jewelry for my friend, and he’s no Roman. And I am sure he would not care to give a key for an engagement. Yuck, who does that?” Mary replies in disgust. 

     “What woman picks out a ring for a man? That’s barbaric. Keys have been the Roman way for generations and generations,” the vendor retorts. 

     “And what about the ivory? Those are from tusks, elephant tusks. How disgraceful. No wonder my friend Jesus stays single. He ain’t going to put no key on no woman, I’ll guarantee you that, especially one stolen from an elephant.” 

     “Then leave me alone, woman. I heard you sing. You can’t carry a note. Be done with you," the vendor says.

     “Good. I’ve got to get ready for my next set. Be done with you, too. Hope you have a nice day and go on.” 

     I hope this story helps for you to have artful health today.       

     Thanks to Brides.com for its history of engagement rings.

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