Religious Reflection without a mirror

{xtypo_dropcap}O{/xtypo_dropcap}ctober 27th 1893: It was late afternoon, slightly after four, as Richard Shandok slowly trudged up the snaking bridle path that led to the large mud house on top of the hill. Already, the sun had sunk below the majestic Himalayan peaks that surrounded the valley, changing the warmth of daylight into the coolness of dusk.

Seven years had passed since Richard had left his native Iowa as a missionary and settled in Bhawa Nagar, a little village deep inside the Himalayan ranges. After a nondescript journey that had brought him from New York to Bombay via London, he had started wandering through the plains of India, preaching the words of Christ to an uncomprehending but gentle populace.

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