Homer Crawford said, "I assume you refer to the conversion of the populace."
"I do indeed. And the work others do is meaningless until that has been accomplished. We are bringing religion to Africa, but not through white missionaries who in the past lived off the natives, but through Negro missionaries who live with them. I call upon all of you to give up your present occupations and come to our assistance."
Elmer Allan's voice was sarcastic. "These people need less superstition, not more."
The bishop spun on him. "I am not speaking of superstition, young man!"
Elmer Allen said. "All religions are superstitions, except one's own."
"And yours?" the Bishop barked.
"I'm an agnostic."
The bishop snorted his disgust and made his way to the door. There he turned and had his last word. "All you do is meaningless. I pray you, again, give it up and join in the Lord's work."
Homer Crawford nodded to him. "Thank you, Bishop Manning. I'm sure we will all consider your words." When the older man was gone, he looked out over the hall again. "Well, who is next?"