Ye were not redeemed with corruptible things, as silver and gold,
From your vain conversation…..but with the precious blood of Christ.
The following testimony was delivered to a Christian publisher from a prison near Bordeaux in France: "God truly has strange means at His disposal. This is my story.
"The fellow convict in my cell has no tobacco one day: so he asked the prisoner in the next cell for some. The tobacco came wrapped in a leaf of your calendar. On one side there were two verses from the Bible, on the other a true story with your address underneath. It bowled me right over! My companion could make nothing of it, nor could the one who provided the tobacco, for he was illiterate. But every time the tobacco ran out, a fresh delivery came with another calendar leaf. I always asked my cellmate not to throw it away: it was important for me.
" One day y companion was released, his term of imprisonment having been served. My neighbor asked to be allowed to take his place in my cell. His request was granted. He moved in with his calendar, which we attached to a bar, I was able to explain the importance of the Bible to my new friend, and he asked to read and explain the daily texts. He was a Muslim, and I came from a quasi - Christian background.
"Prison life is sometimes a nightmare for me, but my hope is in God and in Jesus Christ, my Savior. Please pray for me!"
Ye were not redeemed with corruptible things, as silver and gold,From your vain conversation…..but with the precious blood of Christ.
The following testimony was delivered to a Christian publisher from a prison near Bordeaux in France: "God truly has strange means at His disposal. This is my story.
"The fellow convict in my cell has no tobacco one day: so he asked the prisoner in the next cell for some. The tobacco came wrapped in a leaf of your calendar. On one side there were two verses from the Bible, on the other a true story with your address underneath. It bowled me right over! My companion could make nothing of it, nor could the one who provided the tobacco, for he was illiterate. But every time the tobacco ran out, a fresh delivery came with another calendar leaf. I always asked my cellmate not to throw it away: it was important for me.
" One day y companion was released, his term of imprisonment having been served. My neighbor asked to be allowed to take his place in my cell. His request was granted. He moved in with his calendar, which we attached to a bar, I was able to explain the importance of the Bible to my new friend, and he asked to read and explain the daily texts. He was a Muslim, and I came from a quasi - Christian background.
"Prison life is sometimes a nightmare for me, but my hope is in God and in Jesus Christ, my Savior. Please pray for me!"
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