Years ago my Pastor included in one of his sermons the story of a man negotiating the procurement of a wife. The story originally ran in Readers Digest. Following is an excerpt:
...Five months ago, at festival time, Johnny came to Kiniwata and found himself a wife. He paid her father ten cows!
He spoke the last words with great solemnity and I knew enough about island customs to be thoroughly impressed. Two or three cows would buy a fair-to-middling wife, four or five a highly satisfactory one.
“Ten cows!” I said. “She must have been a beauty that takes your breath away.”
“That's why they laugh,” my guest said. “It would be kindness to call her plain. She was little and skinny with no--ah--endowments. She walked with her shoulders hunched and her head ducked, as if she was trying to hide behind herself. Her cheeks had no color, her eyes never opened beyond a slit and her hair was a tangled mop half over her face. She was scared of her own shadow, frightened by her own voice. She was afraid to laugh in public. She never romped with the girls, so how could she attract the boys?”
“But she attracted Johnny?”
“This is the story [told to me,” he said]:
All the way to the council tent the cousins were urging Sam to try for a good settlement. Ask for three cows, they told him, and hold out for two until you're sure he'll pay one. But Sam was in such a stew and so afraid there would be some slip in this marriage chance for Sarita that they knew he wouldn't hold out for anything. So while they waited they resigned themselves to accepting one cow, and thought, instead, of their luck in getting such a good husband for Sarita. Then Johnny came into the tent and, without waiting for a word from any of them, went straight up to Sam Karoo, grasped his hand and said, ‘Father of Sarita, I offer ten cows for your daughter.’ And he delivered the cows.
As soon as it was over Johnny took Sarita to the island of Cho for the first week of marriage. Then they went home to Narabundi and we haven't seen them since. Except at festival time, there's not much travel between the islands.
This story interested me so I decided to investigate.
The next day I reached the island where Johnny lived. When I met the slim, serious man, he welcomed me to his home with a grace that made me feel like the owner. I was glad that from his own people he had respect unmingled with mockery.
I told him that his people had told me about him.
‘They speak much of me on that island? What do they say?’
They say you are a sharp trader, I said. They also say the marriage settlement that you made for your wife was ten cows. I paused, then went on, coming as close to a direct question as I could. They wonder why.
‘They say that?’ His eyes lighted with pleasure. He seemed not to have noticed the question. ‘Everyone in Kiniwata knows about the ten cows?’
I nodded.
And in Narabundi everyone knows it, too. His chest expanded with satisfaction. Always and forever, when they speak of marriage settlements, it will be remembered that Johnny Lingo paid ten cows for Sarita.
So that's the answer, I thought with disappointment. All this mystery and wonder and the explanation's only vanity. It's not enough for his ego to be known as the smartest, the strongest, the quickest. He had to make himself famous for his way of buying a wife. I was tempted to deflate him by reporting that in Kiniwata he was laughed at for a fool.
And then I saw her. Through the glass-beaded portieres that simmered in the archway, I watched her enter the adjoining room to place a bowl of blossoms on the dining table. She stood still a moment to smile with sweet gravity at the young man beside me. Then she went swiftly out again. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Not with the beauty of the girl who carries fruit. That now seemed cheap, common, earthbound. This girl had an ethereal loveliness that was at the same time from the heart of nature. The dew-fresh flowers with which she'd pinned back her lustrous black hair accented the glow of her cheeks. The lift of her shoulders, the tilt of her chin, the sparkle of her eyes all spelled a pride to which no one could deny her the right. And as she turned to leave she moved with the grace that made her look like a queen who might, with enchantment, turn into a kitten.
When she was out of sight I turned back to Johnny Lingo and found him looking at me with eyes that reflected the pride of the girl's.
‘You admire her?’ he murmured.
She--she's glorious. Who is she?
‘My wife.’
I stared at him blankly. Was this some custom I had not heard about? Do they practice polygamy here? He, for his ten cows, bought both Sarita and this other? Before I could form a question he spoke again.
‘This is only one Sarita.’ His way of saying the words gave them a special significance. ‘Perhaps you wish to say she does not look the way they say she looked in Kiniwata.’
She doesn't. The impact of the girl's appearance made me forget tact. I heard she was homely, or at least nondescript. They all make fun of you because you let yourself by cheated by Sam Karoo.
‘You think he cheated me? You think ten cows were too many?’ A slow smile slid over his lips as I shook my head. ‘She can see her father and her friends again. And they can see her. Do you think anyone will make fun of us then? Much has happened to change her. Much in particular happened the day she went away.’
You mean she married you?
‘That, yes. But most of all, I mean the arrangements for the marriage.’
Arrangements?
‘Do you ever think,’ he asked reflectively, ‘what it does to a woman when she knows that the price her husband has paid is the lowest price for which she can be bought? And then later, when all the women talk, as women do, they boast of what their husbands paid for them. One says four cows, another maybe six. How does she feel--the woman who was sold for one or two? This could not happen to my Sarita.’
Then you paid that unprecedented number of cows just to make your wife happy?
“Happy?’ He seemed to turn the word over on his tongue, as if to test its meaning. ‘I wanted Sarita to be happy, yes, but I wanted more than that. You say she's different from the way they remember her in Kiniwata. This is true. Many things can change a woman. Things that happen inside, things that happen outside. But the thing that matters most is what she thinks about herself. In Kiniwata, Sarita believed she was worth nothing. Now she knows that she is worth more than any other woman on the islands.’
Then you wanted...
‘I wanted to marry Sarita. I loved her and no other woman.’
‘But--’ I was close to understanding.
‘But,’ he finished softly, ‘I wanted a ten-cow wife.’
I was in the midst of major healing in my life at the time of this sermon, so I knew before he even finished the story, the straight line my Pastor was drawing to the Cross.
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. ”
So while we may not be ten cow wives, we are children of God, purchased with the blood of Jesus. There could be no greater worth than that.
