Many years ago while travelling hundreds of miles up the West Coast of Africa, I was somewhat frustrated by my inability to speak the local dialects of the various tribes. One night while sitting and observing a village crowd watch another showing of the "Jesus Film" I discovered a great and wonderful truth that I have kept with me these years. The eyes and experssions on the faces of these precious people were speaking to me. Each of us have a story written deeply in our countenance. It is the wise missionary that will learn to read the biography of each life, even when we don't speak their native tongue.
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