A missionary once visited a prison in Brazil. There he found a group of six prisoners in one of the cells, all gathered in a bunch around one of their number. He had an old gospel hymn book in his hand, and they were singing aloud most heartily, with a real earnest look in all their eyes.
“Why, what’s this?” he said. “Are you men all believers?”
“No, Senhor,” said one. “We don’t know how, but we want to be.”
They had one old borrowed New Testament between them, and great was their delight when he gave each of them one of the beautiful little Testaments he carried.
ML-12/11/1977