Javan Ommani describes a malaria fever that broke, as he had prayed it would, just before his flight to the Iowa CFO in 2001. He then turns to his years carrying bread and water to refugees who fled Idi Amin’s Uganda, telling them their names were “graven,” in Isaiah’s words, in the palms of God’s hands. The joy those refugees found, he says, had nothing to do with their circumstances improving.
