Ice Cream, Church, and Taters
August 22nd 2017 The wooden doors burst open to a perfectly blue sky, gray mountains setting the stage for green pines and rolling hills. Swahili songs of praise fill my ears. No instruments, no microphones, no high tech projection screens or pews. The village had formed a circle around the church yard, singing in preparation for the produce auction that happens every Sunday after service. Beans, eggs, avocados, g
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