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Unseen Hands
Preparation in the W ord
At the age of fourteen, then, I began a new life, a
life in Christ Jesus. I knew so little of the things of God, but He soon remedied that. My grandmother gave me a thirty-nine-cent pocket New Testament. At the same time, the Lord gave me an instant love for His Word. I remember well the deep, deep hunger for His Word, a hunger that drove me to study that little Bible for six hours or more a day.
I felt compelled to take the little Bible to school. My father had returned home, but he forbade me to take my Bible to school. However, I just could not help but take it with me. Oh, what fellowship I enjoyed with Jesus and His Word! Often I would skip lunch so as to have more time to feed on the Word of God. Classmates would make fun of me as I sat by a tree reading the Bible, but that did not matter; nothing mattered but Jesus. In class I would read the Bible, after school I would read the Bible, late at night I would read that little Bible.
I did not understand this unquenchable, insatiable desire I had for the Word. In retrospect, I can see that the Lord was preparing me to write a pamphlet only five years later at the age of nineteen.
More Preparation
At age seventeen, my grammar was atrocious. On my
first day in the tenth grade, my English teacher told the class to write an essay so that she could evaluate our abili ty to write. When my essay was graded and given back to me, on it was written in red ink a message I will never forget: "F~. If you can't do any better than this, I can't help you." Just twenty-four months later, I wrote the
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