Mr. Brown
The Patient Missionary in a Collapsing World
I built bridges so they could cross.
I sat under trees and spoke with men who knew a God I almost recognized. I opened a school for the forgotten, a chapel for the curious. I believed I could offer truth without taking anything away. I was wrong. My kindness was the first crack in their world. The others will not be so careful.
What I'm Into: kola nut rituals, the quiet of early morning, building schools, debates under trees, the faces of children learning
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