I HAVE THIS DREAM OF A SECOND COMING OF MISSIONARIES INTO THE HEART OF DARKNESS. OF THOUSANDS OF WHITES DESCENDING UPON AFRICA TO SAY "WE ARE SORRY. WE GOT IT ALL WRONG. WE REALLY MESSED YOU UP. TURNS OUT, THERE IS NO GOD AFTER ALL. AS IT IS, WE'RE NOT EVEN SURE THERE'S A JESUS. AND SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO PRAY BEFORE EVERY MEAL. AND SO YOU DON'T NEED TO DOLL YOURSELF UP AND HAUL YOUR FAMILY TO CHURCH ON SUNDAYS. AND YOU DON'T NEED TO PUT CROSSES EVERYWHERE OR SHOW THAT YOUR CARS TRUST IN GOD. WE'RE SORRY. OUR BAD."

AND MAYBE IT ALL DESCENDS INTO CHAOS AGAIN. AND SO IT TAKES A WHILE. A LONG WHILE. BUT AT LEAST IT'S A PLACE FOUNDED ON REALITY. NOT SOME COUNTRY LOOKING HEAVENWARDS WITH THEIR HANDS ON THE CROSSES ON THEIR CHESTS FOR HOPE.