I see a picture. An old, frail, poor, woman. She is kissing the Bible. She is in a country that persecutes Christians. While I look at her I think how great she is and how small I am. I wonder why I am younger, stronger, middle class woman and with all I have I have never kissed the Bible or seen it so important as she. Somehow she makes me feel ashamed of myself. I wonder why? I hope someday I will meet her in heaven and tell her what she taught me.
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