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Sponsoring 200 Bibles for Makoko felt like dropping a stone into still water. Months later we saw the ripples — letters from children, from mothers, from a fisherman who could finally read.

I was 14 when a stranger handed me my first Bible at our school assembly. That book has not left my side. Today I am training to become a pastor.

BFAM doesn't just print books — they place them with intention, with prayer, and with the kind of follow-through most ministries can only aspire to.

I grew up on the water. No school, no church — just the floating world. The day a BFAM volunteer came to our jetty with a Bible, I did not know what it was. That was three years ago. I have read it si...

We partnered with BFAM for a school distribution and they brought 800 Bibles. Every child walked out clutching one. I have been in ministry for 30 years — I have never seen that kind of order, that ki...

I sponsor 50 Bibles a month from here in Manchester. The GPS report they send each month — I can see the village, the school, the face of the person who received what I sent. I cried the first time I...

A BFAM volunteer came to our community during a health camp. He gave me a Bible — the first I had ever held. I did not speak much English but I found a verse I still recite every morning. Romans 8:28.

We started as a family of four sponsoring 20 Bibles a month in memory of our grandmother. Our children now write the dedication names themselves. This mission has become part of who we are as a family...