Ed ited b y Oran O . Smith
Chairman, Dept, of Missions, Bioia Bible College
The coppersmith piles his wares. In the background brass water-pots are piled. In taking a photo I clumsily knocked over a pile belonging to the adjacent shopkeeper. He was very patient with me. All of these items are sold by weight.
One of the crowd of boys who was tagging along said, “ Have you taken the best picture in the bazaar?” It turned out that for him the best was the candy man. His candy is made of boiled milk and sugar with little variation in taste.
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India’s millions are in darkness, Held beneath sin’s gloomy sway: Bound in heathen superstition, Waiting for the light of day. Long, long ages they have worshiped, Gods of iron, wood and stone: Knowing not of God Jehovah, Nor about His blessed Son. None need go who think of comfort,'' None need go who think of ease: But we want ten thousand workers Who will live upon their knees. See their outstretched arms are beckoning, And their cry comes o’er the sea, They are pleading for salvation: They are pleading now for thee.
This is Mukha. He is asking seven cents for this little lamp. I often wonder how these salesmen make a living. Their entire stock can he carried in a basket on their heads. You should have seen Mukha’s face when I gave him a copy of this photo. I am almost sure he had never seen a picture of himself before.
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