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What Prayer Is | Jimin Kang - Sonora Review

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Umma had me believe that foreigners pay an extra price for faith. In the church we attended as I was growing up, to pray meant to know where we belonged and to whom we held our allegiance, neither of these things clear nor given to those of us who were caught somewhere in between. To receive this faith, umma and I would take the bus from our residential neighborhood to downtown Hong Kong, where we would enter a nondescript building, cram into a slim elevator, and listen to it wheeze and moan all the way to our church on the

Umma had me believe that foreigners pay an extra price for faith. In the church we attended as I was growing up, to pray meant to know where we belonged and to whom we held our allegiance, neither of these things clear nor given to those of us who were caught somewhere in between. To receive this faith, umma and I would take the bus from our residential neighborhood to downtown Hong Kong, where we would enter a nondescript building, cram into a slim elevator, and listen to it wheeze and moan all the way to our church on the seventh floor. I would stare at the elevator button and the number sev

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