![]() ![]() Nana scooped it into his big palms, and the two of us ran home. Like when I was five and Nana was eleven, and we found a baby bird that had fallen out of its nest. When I was old enough to go to "big church," as the kids in the children's service called it, I dreaded hearing the worship leader's warbling soprano every Sunday morning. Everyone at that church had a horrible voice. ![]() I suspect she would be prouder today if I'd ended up behind the pulpit of the First Assemblies of God, meekly singing number 162 out of the hymnal while the congregation stuttered along. My mother didn't care what I did and wouldn't have forced me into anything. An immigrant cliché, except I lacked the overbearing parents. In high school my grades were so good that the world seemed to whittle this decision down for me: doctor. When I was a child I thought I would be a dancer or a worship leader at a Pentecostal church, a preacher's wife or a glamorous actress. Read an excerpt from "Transcendent Kingdom": In "Transcendent Kingdom" (Knopf), the new novel by Yaa Gyasi ("Homecoming"), the author writes of Ghanaian immigrants in Alabama, who search for the answers to their family's suffering by turning to science and to faith. ![]()
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