"Ah-ah! The Church of Nigeria is not a small church! We have bishops in America! In England! In Canada!" He pulled out his worn, leather-bound notebook. "Try this: www dot churchofnigeria dot org forward slash resources."
Temi saw the crisis in his eyes. It wasn't about a PDF. It was about his place in this new, digital world. He had mastered the push-button phone. He had even learned to "WhatsApp." But this? This was a failure of the system he trusted. "Ah-ah
Uncle Deji removed his glasses. He wiped his eyes with a handkerchief. "Download it," he said firmly. "Save it to the desktop. And then put it on my phone. And then on your laptop as a backup. And then we will send it to your mother in Toronto." In England
Uncle Deji leaned back in his chair, a smile spreading across his face. He looked at the rain pouring down the open front of the shop. "Ah, you see?" he said, pointing at the sky. "Even heaven is downloading. The Church of Nigeria has spoken." It wasn't about a PDF
"Wait," Temi said, a new idea striking her. She changed her search. Instead of "free PDF download," she typed:
He turned to Temi, his eyes bright. "Now, help me open the Morning Prayer. The Bishop said we are digital Anglicans. And a digital Anglican must pray without ceasing."
"Uncle, I think… it might not be officially available as a free PDF," Temi whispered, afraid to shatter his faith in modern technology. "Maybe they want you to buy the hard copy?"