I have a loving sister. When I was in the United States of America for eight years, she wrote me letters to encourage me. She's always so concerned for me.
And she was the one who brought me to Christ. I can still remember the day she came back from a Christian camp organized by the organization Scripture Union in 1972. She had just accepted Christ there.
She excitedly told me about how Jesus died for me. She described how painful the wrists of Jesus must have been when the nails pierced Him.
Even though I was only 8 at that time, I understood and was moved by His love and sufferings for me. I accepted Jesus as my Saviour. Thank you, sister, for sharing the Good News with me.
That was years ago. Now she takes good care of nephew Benji. Benji has a great Mom! |
