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  1. As a boy growing up in rural Sierra Leone, West Africa, stories played a vital role in my conversion to the Adventist faith. Most of the elderly people in my hometown did not have formal western education, and they could not read. However, they were quick learners and good story tellers. They used the old Picture Roll, a roll of pictures with memory verses used in Children Sabbath School in the United States and other parts of the world to tell us Bible stories. Through the Picture Roll, we learned stories like Joseph’s Coat of Many Colors, Daniel in the Lion’s Den or The Ten Virgins. Later when I began to read the Bible, I could see that the men told those stories with precision and accuracy. Stories like the Prodigal Son or Ruth have a hypnotizing effect on the minds of many, and they are a great way to introduce people to Christ just like those men and women in my hometown did when we were still young and restless.

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At a camp meeting 40 years later, I happened to see Dr. I. demonstrating some kind of health product, if I remember correctly. (In my mind, I see only the image of him, much older, but still looking much like he did when I was a student, with a friend by my side.) I lingered a little but did not introduce myself. I briefly wondered whether he recognized me. I’m fairly sure that I was as recognizable to him as he was to me.

Had he changed? Or did he still feel superior in his “humility”? Should I talk to him? I didn’t know how to approach him, and was busy with friends. I still don’t know whether I should have said something. (Maybe I’m just a coward.)

If God wants him to see my story, his and my identity are clear enough in this post, that God can direct him to it.