   "God works, as is very well known, in mysterious ways. There is just nothing you can name that He won't do, now and then. Oh, He will send down so much rain that all his little people are drinkig from one another's sewers and dying of the kakakaka. Then he will organize a drought to scortch out the yam and the manioc fields, so whoever did not die of fever will double over from hunger. What next, you might ask? Why, a mystery, that's what! After the Independence cut off our stipend and all contacts with the larger world, it seems God's plan called for Mother and Ruth May to fall sick nigh unto death." --an excerpt from The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver |
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