This story about my husband was written in early 2008 for Story Harvest.
The young ex-marine sat on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, heart heavy with discouragement. Recently discharged from the military in North Carolina, he had moved to New Jersey and was renting this tiny room and working odd jobs to keep his head above water. He was far from his family, and the loneliness and desolation of his life weighed heavily on him. How had it come to this?
The young ex-marine sat on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, heart heavy with discouragement. Recently discharged from the military in North Carolina, he had moved to New Jersey and was renting this tiny room and working odd jobs to keep his head above water. He was far from his family, and the loneliness and desolation of his life weighed heavily on him. How had it come to this?
Jose Torres Jr. was born in White Memorial Hospital, where his mother was first introduced to Adventism. By the time he was a young boy, she had been baptized and was raising her four children alone. Jose and his sisters grew up in the low-income housing projects, where they witnessed massive gang fights and drug deals. One night little Jose listened in terror as a man was beaten to death outside his bedroom window.
As he grew older, Jose was often troubled troubled by shadowy figures and feeling an unwanted presence. During this time, he had the first of many memorable dreams. He was walking down a tree-lined road on a beautiful day, when suddenly the leaves of the trees became wriggling serpents, stretching their ugly heads toward him. Surely, Satan wanted him.
During his troubled high-school years, one bright spot was Jose’s involvement with the police explorers program. As a junior trainee, he went on ride-alongs and learned how the force operated. He was eager to join the NYPD when he became an adult.
One night he had another vivid dream. He was watching workmen building something when he became aware of a presence at his side. He turned to see a man who reached out and put something into his hand. When Jose opened his hand, he found a smooth, perfect, white stone. He awoke, struck by the clarity of the dream, but didn’t know what it might mean.
Jose graduated from high school and, too young to enter police academy, he signed up for the United States Marine Corpse. At the tender age of 18, Jose boarded a flight to North Carolina, leaving behind everything he knew in exchange for the world of forced manhood. In basic training he read his Bible and tried to stay true to his values for a time. But soon he joined his comrades in drinking and carousing. With shame he read the letters his mother regularly sent, knowing how heart-broken she would be if she knew how he was living his life.
While docked in a port in the Philippines, Jose dreamed that he was standing on his ship as it pulled away from land. He saw his mother standing on the pier in a white dress, waving goodbye to him. He awoke and was overcome with a strange sadness so deep that he wept.
A few hours later he was called to the chaplain’s office. He took one look at the chaplain’s face and he knew: his mother was dead. The chaplain explained that she had been hit by a car while walking home from work.
Jose was given a week leave to see his sisters and attend his mother's funeral. Then he was forced to return to his military duties, despite all his pleas for more time. He applied for a transfer back to the West coast but was denied. Every avenue he turned to for help turned a deaf ear to him. For the next two years he was consumed by bitterness. He tried to drown out his pain in alcohol. He lashed out at authority figures who had no sympathy for his grieving state. At different times he was court marshaled, put on restriction, docked pay, and relegated to the lowest rank. After 9 months in the Persian Gulf, Jose returned to the united states and managed to finish his four years of service with an honorable discharge.
Jose became engaged to a young woman who had written to him during his deployment. His unfavorable military record prevented his working in law enforcement and he was forced to take odd jobs to make ends meet. His relationship failed. One night, dejected and lonely, he was driving home when, seemingly for no reason, his steering wheel veered sharply, and his car careened off the road. Jose walked away unharmed, but he had to find a new car. It was with relief that he accepted an invitation from a buddy to move to Jersey.
Now in his tiny room in Jersey, Jose flipped open his neglected Bible, hoping to find something comforting. His eyes fell on Revelation 2:17: “…To him that overcomes will I give to eat of the hidden manna, and will give him a white stone, and in the stone a new name written....” He was struck with awe as he remembered his dream of the white stone, although he still did not know what it could mean.
With the last of his money, Jose packed up his clunky Trans Am and headed west, determined to start a new life. Back in California he randomly chose a church in the directory and slipped in the back pew Sabbath morning. He was surprised to see a familiar name in the bulletin, and discovered it was a church member who had sent him a package while he was deployed. He was becoming convinced that his mother’s God was directing his ways. It was not easy, but by God’s grace, he quit drinking. He was already a gifted artist, and now began teaching himself how to play the guitar and piano as well.
During the next six years, Jose continued to grow in grace and understanding. As he studied, he learned the significance of the white stone he had dreamed about, and he realized with wonder that even before his prodigal journey, God was already offering him forgiveness. His heart poured out in songs of gratitude for God’s awesome grace. Eventually he went to Pacific Union College to pursue a degree in theology. There he met and fell in love with Adel, a young nurse who was also committed to serving God. Jose felt like God was restoring the years that had been lost. He graduated from college in the summer of 2006 and was married a month later.
Today, Jose and Adel live in the Sacramento valley where Jose pastors three small churches. When they are finished with their commitment there, they plan to be involved in global missions, fulfilling the great commission to “go and teach all nations.”