Radical Continues on Mission

At the moment, the room is dark. My only light is a thin candle affixed by a dab of wax to an old tin can. The glimmer projects a soft glow on the chipped plaster walls. Outside, the air is filled with the pleasant sound of crickets and a faint melody of young boys singing to the rhythm of a tribal drum. The kids are enjoying an evening prayer time with a song that is full of life... > > Read more . . .