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...Apostle required 35 years of watching and waiting. In 1962, during rehearsals for an off-Broadway show in which he was to play a man from Hughes, Ark., Duvall broke up a transcontinental trip to stop in Hughes. "I got off the Trailways bus," he recollects, "and wandered into this little church. There was a lively preacher; the congregation was stomping and moving and feeling the spirit. I said I'd like to play one of these guys one day." When he asked Foote to do the screenplay, the author encouraged the actor to try it himself. In 1984 Duvall...
DIED. JUNIOR WELLS, 63, blues master of the harmonica; of cancer; in Chicago. Playing the blues came naturally to a youth angling for tips in the streets of West Memphis, Ark. But he hit his groove in the Windy City as one-third of the Little Chicago Devils and later on tour with Muddy Waters. Hoodoo Man Blues, his classic jam session with guitarist Buddy Guy, was Wells at his finest--fiery, raw, defiant...
This is the faith that moves mountains. At Christmastime in Axum, ancient home of the Queen of Sheba, reputed sanctuary of the Ark of the Covenant and heart of the Ethiopian Orthodox Church, such devotion is commonplace. Nothing has ever succeeded in crushing the simple rituals of piety that have been practiced here since the 4th century--not the communist ideology that ruled Ethiopia for much of the past two decades, not the cynicism of the modern age, not the latest plagues of civil war, famine, poverty and AIDS...
Ethiopian Orthodoxy is a curious amalgam of Judaic and Christian practices, African and European rituals. It is manifestly a man's religion: only males may enter the inner sanctuary where it is claimed Moses' Ark is hidden. No one knows anyone who has actually seen it, but the pilgrims are certain it is there. "They don't have to let people see it for us to believe it," says a gnarled elder. "That's the mystery." Women, he adds, are excluded because "God made the rules for mankind and women broke them...
...lights the horizon, a handful of chosen men will enter the holiest sanctuary to hear Mass from priests hidden behind a wall of vivid icons. The rest are content just to be among people who believe as they believe. Soon, they say, the Patriarch will appear with the Ark to pronounce his blessing. Calmly, serenely, the pilgrims wait. By noon, the Patriarch has come and gone in a brisk flourish of gilded robes. There is no Ark, and the blessing is delivered swiftly amid a crush of baton-swinging soldiers and security guards. But the pilgrims do not mind, says...