We then got up off our knees. I assured him: “Mr. Witbooi, if you really meant that, you are now my brother. In that case, here is my right hand of fellowship. I will help you in any way I can. Here is my address in Australia. If you write to me, I promise to reply to every letter you may write, for the rest of my life. When is your trial?
He replied: “Thursday the 22nd of September.” I promised to pray for him on that day (when I would be overseas), that justice would be done and that he would continue to receive God’s grace whatever the outcome. I then again shook his hand and left the jail — to the astonishment of both the grateful police and the bewildered convicts there who just kept on staring at me in amazement.
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