History is an interesting subject. At any given moment in history, one person experiences joy while another grieves. The Gospel first came to my little village not far from Kobrin, Belarus in 1924. I don't remember this event because I was only two years old. But the moment my mother heard the Gospel, she immediately repented and accepted Jesus Christ as her Savior.
And when the fire of love for Christ first burns within the heart (as many of us have done similarly), she immediately wanted to witness. She desired...