The Picture Roll Man, Part 1
My name is Kelvin. Our family lives on a mountainside where we have no school and no church. One day while my friends and I were playing, another friend came up and said, “I saw a man with some big pictures telling stories to children. Let’s go see him!”
So we all left our games and went to find this man. We found him carrying a heavy bag in his right hand and several picture rolls in his left hand. He showed us the picture rolls and told us some stories. We liked it very much and were all happy as we went home.
This man continued to share the stories and pictures in our area and in neighboring villages. After a few days, he came back to our village and invited us to watch a film about Jesus. “Who is Jesus?” I thought to myself.
I really wanted to see this Jesus film, so I hurried home and asked my dad whether I could go to a neighboring village to watch the film. He said I could go, so I hurried to this other village to see it. This was the first time I had ever seen a film, and it was so interesting! Afterwards, I asked the man, whose name I learned was Mr. Chiran, if he would show this movie in my village. He told me that he would come to my village the next week, but before then he would need to find a place where people could sit and watch the movie.
“You can come to my house!” I immediately told him. “We have a big house and many people can sit there.” The next day I asked my dad about it, and I was happy that he allowed my request.
The next Thursday evening many of our village people came to my house and we all were waiting to watch the Jesus film. The man came and set up everything. Before showing the movie, he gave a short speech about who Jesus is and why He came to this earth. Many of the villagers (including myself) wanted to know more about Jesus.
Mr. Chiran told us more about Jesus, and also introduced us to the Seventh-day Adventist Church. He told my family about a primary school that was run by the Adventists, and I was so excited when I was able to go to this school!
While at the Adventist school I learned more about Jesus, and after two years I decided to accept Him as my personal Savior and was baptized. But then I was the only Sabbath keeper in my house.
Mr. Chiran, who is an Adventist minister, told me about an Adventist boarding school in the district of Rangamati. He told that me he would take me there so that I could continue my studies and live with other people who keep the Sabbath. I was so happy but had no money to pay my tuition fees. Somehow my dad managed to get some money and sent me to the Adventist Hill Tracts Seminary School (AHTSS). After a little while, by the grace of God, I got a sponsorship so I could continue my studies. But that was only the beginning . . .
To be continued next week.