ABSTRACT
I was not born in a Christian family, and before I was sixteen I had no connection with Jesus. When I was sixteen, my father brought home four Gospels which he had bought at the provincial M.A. examination. I liked their bright covers, but wouldn't read them because they were foreign; however I cut the double leaves apart and used them for scratch pads. Having used three my conscience reproved me. “These people,” I thought, “used a great deal of money and time preparing these books, why not read this remaining one?” So I read it through carefully, and so learned about Jesus, but did not believe in him at all.
