I too was trying to take in those words from Kammbi’s section. I had read about all those acts Mrs. Copperwith mentioned. Feeding thousands of people with only a few loaves of bread and a pound of meat, giving people healthy limbs, restoring eyesight, curing illness, and bringing a man back to life after being dead for a day—I would have thought those things would cause everyone to love Kammbi. Yet they did not. If that was the case for a god, how could he ask people to love those who did not love them? Was he not putting his people in an impossible situation? Moreover, how could I get Eduardo Azur to alleviate his hatred toward the Boma-Men?
“You know what you have to do,” Diakono Copperwith said and brought my attention back to our table. “Annalisa and I will pray for you the rest of th
