“Who Will Tell Them?”
Scripture Distribution
The sun was just rising and the long rows of ramshackle bamboo stalls stood empty. I had come to the marketplace early to pray before the crowds arrived. I hadn’t been there long when a seller of palm oil showed up. Unaccustomed to seeing a vendor with skin as light as mine, she approached and asked why I was there. “I have holy books in your language,” I answered simply, gesturing toward the array of books spread in front of me.
She was intrigued by the idea of reading words from God in the language of her heart. The only holy book she knew was written in a language not even spoken in her country. She pondered for a moment before deciding to risk 14 cents on a copy of Jonah.
My first sale. I prayed for many more.
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