It does one's heart good to see these silent messengers going into homes that are closed against the living preacher. Many of the people thank me for bringing them the book, and seem to prize it very highly.
At one town, about ten miles back in the mountains, where I delivered books, the people looked at me in surprise, and wondered how much money I was getting for selling books. It was during the rainy season, and I had waded through the Kangarangan River five times, so you can imagine my appearance better than I can describe it.
I explained that the importance of the truths contained in the book, and not the money, was what drove me through rivers and over hills, and kept me going in heat or rain, in dust or mud. They looked at their books again with added interest.
The past three years' experience has been more precious to me than silver and gold. But I long for the great home gathering, when the honest hearted ones shall shine as the stars in the kingdom of heaven. My prayer is that much of this precious seed may spring up into life eternal.
