The story is told of a South Sea Islander who proudly displayed his Bible to a G.I. during WW II. He had received it as a present from a missionary some time before.
The soldier said, “Oh, we’ve outgrown that sort of thing like the Bible.”
The native. who had been a Cannibal before he was saved, simply smiled back and said, “Well, it’s a good thing we haven’t, because if it weren’t for this Book........you would be our evening meal!"
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