When little Marash Girl arrived home from church one Sunday afternoon with a pile of religious tracts clutched in her hand, tracts which she intended to distribute to her neighbors, her father stopped her in her tracts . . . whoops, rather her father stopped her in her tracks!
"Has anyone ever asked you why you're so different?" he asked.
"No," answered little Marash Girl.
"Well, until they do, you don't preach. The best way to spread the good word is through the way you live. Live that life, girl!"
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