Sally, an African, had walked fifteen miles to the missionary's home to ask him for a New Testament. He was sorry but he had to tell her he did not have another copy left. Sally's heart was sad.
"Oh, brother," she said, "do go and try to find a Book for me. Isn't there one left? I can't go home without one."
The missionary searched again and at last found a copy. As he gave it to Sally her eyes fairly gleamed with joy. She clasped the little New Testament to her heart and kissed it over and over again. Then she went on her way rejoicing.
Messages of the Love of God 10/26/1975