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  1. My father was a builder. My sister asked him to build her home with a large family room. My dad asker her why she wanted a large family room. She responded that she was planning to invite her neighbor’s children for Sabbath afternoon Bible stories and Christian songs.

    The house was built and her evangelistic plan worked well. The children came first, and then some of the parents soon joined them. The end result is that today there is an SDA church in that neighborhood.

    I told this story before, but when I read today’s lesson, I could not resist the temptation to do this again. This happened seven decades ago in the country of Argentina. My sister was the neighborhood nurse, and she on many occasions did her work without pay, so it was easy for her to ask her neighbors to allow their children for an afternoon of stories and songs, and some cookies, or course.

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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.