Seeing Jesus
When he left home, he could hear his old playmates making fun of him. “Little blind boy! Little blind boy!” they said.
When he left home, he could hear his old playmates making fun of him. “Little blind boy! Little blind boy!” they said.
From the sound of his voice, Grandmother knew he had been drinking. She felt sad and embarrassed. What could she do?
“What kind of silly question is that?” she said. “I just told you that the Bible has many books. Each book has one or more chapters.”
The story repeated itself again and again. Adna left bags of garbage at Mary’s gate, and Mary brought over bread.
“Even our neighbor knows that you don’t want to go to church. Do you think that is good? What do you want?”
Near the end of the school year, Grandmother fell ill, and Mother asked Abigail’s mother if Alexandra could stay over at her house until Grandmother got better.
Mother didn’t lose hope, and she kept on praying. I prayed with her. She woke me early in the mornings, and we prayed together.
The idea of resting on the seventh day was new to him. He and the family had always observed the first day, Sunday, as the Sabbath. But the Bible said otherwise.
When she returned home, she found that Father had locked her out of the house. He refused to give her lunch and supper.
“Your mother also loved you very much. But she is not going to eat anything while you are sleeping at night. She also is sleeping, and she will sleep until Jesus comes again.”
She was singing loudly as walked down the dark street toward the house when suddenly a dazzling white light appeared in front of her.
Someone suggested that Mother visit the witchdoctor. “The witchdoctor can give you a secret herb,” she said.