A young man began writing to his good friend, his pastor. "This letter comes to you in my place. I'm too ashamed to go to see you...Last Friday, I loved a girl-or as you would put it, I committed adultery-at least that's what the white folks call it." [This photo is for illustration purposes only. The person in the photo is not the young man in this article.]
Here begins the private correspondence between two young people and their pastor, which make up a bestselling book translated into 70 languages. Here are the first three letters...
M.......January 8
Sir,
This letter comes to you in my place. I'm too ashamed to go to see you. Besides, I don't have the money for the trip, because I'm no longer a teacher. I've lost my job.
Last Friday, I loved a girl-or as you would put it, I committed adultery-at least that's what the white folks call it and the Church, too. But the girl wasn't married, nor was she engaged to another. Consequently she didn't bel...
