When Mek, a former Buddhist monk, got a taste, he said, “Heart new!” (p. 33).
When a Muslim student named Umar got a taste, he encouraged his atheist friend to read the Bible (p. 20).
When the Williamses’ landlady got a taste, it changed her life, and she was bursting with excitement (p. 26).
When Sen got a taste, she couldn’t stop her tears of thankfulness and joy (p. 17).
When a former spirit medium named Ismalifou got a taste, he led 13 other villagers to baptism (p. 6).
When M’Po got a taste, even before becoming an Adventist, he began leading a Bible-study group (p. 12).
When a Greek neighborhood got a taste, they turned out in droves to join the fun (p. 42).
AFM missionaries are bakers, serving up the Bread of Life to hungry people. Of course, they can’t make people eat, but they can bake a fresh batch every day and let the aroma drift over their neighborhoods as a perpetual invitation.
“For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing” (2 Cor. 2:15).
“Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in him” (Ps. 34:8).
