A hush settled over the humble little church, and the Gospel message began. “I am not ashamed of the Gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God unto salvation.” That steady gaze from the old Indian’s eyes never left the face of the messenger. My Word is “sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of the... heart,” saith the Lord. When the service was over, the old leather-skinned warrior looked like a man just awakening from a long sleep. He seemed to have forgotten his preoccupation with prestige. Unassumingly, he moved toward the door with the others, a humbled, an impressed, and, everyone said, a changed man.
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