CHAPTER ONE I was awakened by a loud volley of strange voices in the middle of night. I raised my head to listen to what was happening, but I could not grasp anything due to different voices talking, weeping, and groaning all at the same time. The sound which their moving feet made indicated that all was not well. They matched to the church compound and then went to the parsonage. They knocked on the door persistently, "Sir Peterson, open the door. Sir, open, please!" they cried. I was in the church watching through one of the glass windows what was happening. None of them thought that I was sleeping in the church. If they had been kidnappers, I would have escaped from them. This was what I thought. I learnt a lesson: let no man know where you sleep in the night, for security reasons. Though I did not know exactly what had happened, I remembered what happened to one bishop. He was aroused one night and told that there was a member who was critically sick; as the man ...
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