"Uncle, this is harder than I thought," Temi admitted. "The official church website is… not good."
The download bar moved. 10%... 40%... 85%... "Uncle, this is harder than I thought," Temi admitted
"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?" "Maybe they want you to buy the hard copy
On the fifth page of results, a link appeared. It wasn't from an official church site. It was from a small seminary in Ibadan—St. Stephen’s House of Theology. The link said: "BCP 2018 (Provisional for Student Use).pdf" " "Publications." Nothing.
Nothing.
Temi clicked through menus: "Downloads," "Liturgy," "Publications." Nothing. It was as if the Book of Common Prayer had been raptured into the digital heavens.
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."
