YOUR GOD IS TOO SAFE
Rediscovering the Wonder of a God You Can't Control
Chapter One
THE REFUGE OF
THE STUCK
A little town called Busia wedges up against the border between
Kenya and Uganda. Busia has a scattering of ramshackle buildings,
a nest of narrow, dusty streets. The air is hazy from the
smoke of open fires. The streets are overcrowded with hawkers
and money changers-as you walk, toothless or toothy men thrust at you
bundles of money for exchange, soapstone dishes, wood carvings, beadwork,
baskets. You must set your face like flint and walk steady, not too fast.
Busia is a place of crossing. It is, actually, a place of double crossing. You
cannot take a car from one country to the other. You have to walk the dusty
earth between them. You go through the Uganda customs-a wood hut that
splices together two lengths of steel mesh fence crowned with coils of barbed
wire. The man in the hut wants to know why you were in his country, why
you're leaving it, what you're taking with you, what you're leaving behind. He
frisks you. He'll t ... read full excerpt from: Your God is Too Safe ebook
