“Each of us has his own endowment from God, one to live in this way, another in that. It is an impertinence, then, to try to find out why St. Paul was not given St. Peter’s grace, or St. Peter given St. Paul’s. There is only one answer to such questions: the Church is a garden patterned with countless flowers, so there must be a variety of sizes, colors, scents — of perfections, after all. Each has its value, its charm, its joy; while the whole vast cluster of these variations makes for beauty in its most graceful form.”—Bishop Francis de Sales
Note: A couple of weeks ago, I spent some time in Los Angeles with the parents of Daniel Pearl, a brilliant and courageous reporter for the Wall Street Journal who, ten years ago this month, was kidnapped and slaughtered by terrorists in Pakistan. At the time of his death, Danny’s wife, Mariane, was pregnant with their son. In the videotape that the terrorists forced Danny to make before they killed him, he spoke bravely and plainly of his identity, “My father is Jewish, my mother is Jewish, I am Jewish.”
Since that unspeakable day, the Pearl family members, each in their own way, have kept the memory of Danny alive in many ways—in books, lectures, scholarships, a foundation. The other day, Judea Pearl, Danny’s father, sent me a poem that he had written not long ago… —David Remnick
The Lions’ Den To Daniel Pearl on the Anniversary of His Death by Judea Pearl
Come walk the road to lions’ den South of midnight, planet earth, Karachi, Pakistan. Some called it “nursery,” some named it “shed,” A “compound,” “shack,” the newspapers said.
I found it in my father’s holy book, “The lions’ den,” the caption read.
Come touch the walls on which two eyes with thousand dreams wrote songs and fiercest battles, ancient wars, for seven days, went on.
Never in the field of human conflict Has there been a clash so total so intense in charge and aim Between two cosmic forces so compressed in space
So opposed in vision so rooted in conviction Across so close a distance Before so many eyes.
Never stood a son of Abel so fiercely to the face of Cain A giver—to the teeth of claim, A curious—to the blinds of self. A listener—to the deafening shrieks of zeal.
Never beamed a ray of light so deeply to the core of darkness Music, to estrangement, Principles, to whims Reason, to the impulse Mankind, to Attila, the Hun
Never was this saga chanted in so powerful a rhyme: “My name is Daniel Pearl,” Softly spoken from the den, Softly, from Karachi, Pakistan
And when Daniel was lifted from the den, So the Bible tells us, No wound was found on him, Because he stood his ground Because he stood our ground So the Bible tells us. (Daniel 6:28)
I drove by a field of horses and none of them were moving and I became slightly worried that I was dead. Later I drove past again. The horses were gone. There were motorcycles in the field. There were men in leather jackets with empty Bud Light bottles. I worried even more than I was dead. There…
Tactics is the culmination of members from the local bands Zlam Dunk and Equals. Brett Thorne, Daniel Vega, Ross Bennett, Glynn Jordan and Logan Wexler originally all met years ago at Texas State University. Later, while working together in the now four year old Zlam Dunk, “Brett, in his own…
March 5 The cancer is furious, but our son is resilient; we have all the faith we’ll get through this no matter what the end. Treatments are violent but he keeps on smiling. It’s amazing finding joy in the little things.
April 12 Andrew’s appetite’s improved and we thank God everyday. But still it’s hard sometimes to see him in that scarecrow frame.
July 9 There’s a suffering when I look in his eyes. He’s been through so much. We’ve all been through so much, but what incredible resolve our little boy shows, only 7, standing face to face with death. He said it’s easy to find people who have suffered worse than him. “Like Jesus suffered worse than anyone,” he told me last night, “when God abandoned him.”
September 20 We’ve been playing in the yard lately and spirits are high although his blood counts aren’t.
October 14 He feels tired all the time.
November 30 At the hospital again. It feels like home when we’re here.
December 8 He’s getting worse.
January 19 We buried our son today, our youngest child, and while his death was ugly we must not let it scare us from God. Abundant grace has restored him, a brand new body, and set him free from the torture, finally rid of the cancer. Before the moment he left he briefly rested from death, suddenly opened his eyes, said:
This spring we’ll be making a trip around the United States in support of Wildlife. Yup, you guessed it, we’ll be playing a lot of songs from that record. Probably some other tunes too. Maybe some songs we don’t play very often, who knows?