When Gods Collide 'For ten years I'd been picturing the mob marching across the field to Manoharpur with flaming torches, then standing, shouting, around the leep, rocking it, and then as I focused on the back window and saw three indistinct figures inside the car, stopped imagining the scene. I didn't want to see their faces.' Still wrestling with her own experience of growing up in India as the child of missionar... Full description