I noticed her in the crowd; she looked to me like royalty. When I asked her to tell me her story, she said her father was a drunk and her mother slept to escape. No one cooked or cleaned or cared for the little girl. “One day, a beautiful lady met me on the street and asked, ‘Would you like to come to a place every week where you’ll be loved?’ She started attending her Sunday School class. The first week the teacher noticed she had no Bible, so arranged to take her for one the next day. “She could have just bought me one, but she made an event out of it—took me to a restaurant and bought be a milkshake. I’d had neither. Then we went to the bookstore, and she picked out for me a Bible with a leather cover. It was,” she said, “the turning point in my life. I remember reasoning, She must think there’s a future for me; she must think I’m going to stick around.” Is a soul worth the price of a Bible with a leather cover? Jesus thought you were worth more than the world.