‘Why cannot you believe in Jesus?’
I can! It doesn’t make any difference, this name or something else. ‘Do you not want to believe in Jesus?’ he asks. We smile and share peanuts. He turned down my offer of cashewnuts. He is home bound. to Congo. And bought a Masai shawl for someone back home. Some more peanuts and the game of figuring beliefs continues.
Gospel music goes on too.