A colporteur sold books to a man down in Chile. “I was a very bad man,” says Roberto, “and cared for nothing but sin and pleasure. I bought a little Book from a traveler one day, not knowing what it contained. A neighbor said it was a bad book, so I quit reading it and began using it as wadding for my gun. One day I took out of my pocket a leaf of the Book and began reading it. God in His goodness opened my eyes to behold the truth. I vowed I would use no more of the little Book for my gun. I pasted a back on what was left of it and began to read it, and in a short time God revealed His truth to my poor soul.”
ML-10/16/1977