This story is a continuation of the story, Travels with Brother Delvery page 2. http://relijournal.com/christianity/travels-with-brother-delvery-or-reliving-the-gospel-again-for-the-first-time-part-2/. I look at this man as I walk the road from the archery range to the farmhouse down the way. As I do, I see in my mind’s eye, the target and the arrows that hit every place except in the target and say, “I will never be good enough. I will not be your follower, with shooting scores such as these.” The older man pushes back his brown-rimmed hat, and brushes the sweat from his brow as he says:

My son, let me tell you how I got my name, Father Curtis E. John. I was named for that old hut over yonder, with the half moon on it. When I was your age, my arrows strayed from the page. Let ‘em stray some in your youth, son, and you’ll riddle that mark in your old age.

Liston adds, “So I am free to shoot as I please, and someday I’ll be like those who drive this road in SUV’s and wear nice sports shirts and such?”    Father Curtis E. John interjects:

Son, look at me. Where is my SUV? Where are my nice clothes? “Saints do not wear nice clothes. You will be hard pressed to find one who has ever sat in so little as a golf cart. No son. Saints wear old ripped shirts like yours, and ragged jeans like you wear. Saints drive old beat-up Dodge Colts painted in red primer. They live in huts like me. No, son, you are not free to shoot your arrows as you please and you are not condemned when you miss.

Father Curtis E. John and I walk down the road noticing the Nebraska Highway 6 marker. Walking further down the road, Father Curtis E John looks for and finds a clearing. We sit down for a moment, and watch the traffic as it goes by.    After fifteen minutes or so Father Curtis E. John says:

Look at all this traffic.    This morning it rushed to be where it was yesterday.    This evening it rushes to be where it was this morning. They are like rats in a maze, pigeons in a cage.     They are led by leaders on the beltway in Lincoln, going where they have already been. When they are at work, they rush and work hard to have their desks look at the end of the day like they did when they started.