A Holy Discontent
Is my contentment really complacency?
The Islamic call to prayer blasted from the neighborhood mosque at 4:00 A.M., ending my vain attempt to sleep.The winter monsoon rains of Java pummeled our house with such cacophonous force that even the scratchy blaring of the loudspeaker struggled to compete. After groping for my Bible, I crept through the darkened house to the back veranda where
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