A Christian man tells the story of how the day after he first landed in Corsica, he distributed in the streets of Bastia some gospel tracts which were gladly received by all. He had brought with him from the hotel one small New Testament and had given it at the Old Port to a quiet-mannered, sad-looking lady in black. She had kept asking him for it. Four months later while walking on the Piazza, he was met by this same lady, who smilingly reminded him of the little book.
“Have you read it?” he asked. “Yes, Signor.”
“What have you found in it?”
"I have found Jesus Christ in it.”
“And who is Jesus Christ?”
“My Saviour.”
Oh how deep and precious is the joy of being able to say, “We have found Him” (John 1:45). “He is mine.”
ML-01/22/1978