Mr. Holbrook never called Tip by his nickname. Once he asked his real name and then always remembered it.

Tonight's lesson was quieter than usual, perhaps because it was taught by the pastor himself, but most certainly because the chief instigator of all the pranks, Tip, sat quietly and kept his eyes on the teacher. As the anxious listeners walked past the pastor one by one, Mr. Holbrook put a friendly hand on Tip's shoulder.

"You listened well today, Eduard!" He praised the embarrassed student. "Do you understand the story about the boy who went to the holy land?"

"I think I understand," Tip replied hesitantly. "Is this a place in heaven?"

–Yes. Would you like to follow his example?

–My pleasure.

Deep gratitude filled the pastor's heart. "Lord! Help my unbelief!" he asked in his mind.

How many times has the pastor prayed for this group of boys! How many times had he brought Tip Levi to God! And yet, at Tip's resolute answer, his face reflected surprise, which was soon replaced by sincere joy.

"So you have already begun your journey to the heavenly land?" Herr Holbrook asked seriously.

"Yes," Tip nodded his head. "Yesterday I asked God for forgiveness for everything, for everything... And I don't know what to do next...

"I think you need a lamp. Isn't it?

–A what?

–Lamp. Have you not noticed that the boy I told you about today had to walk through dark places all the time? He could easily get lost if he did not use his lamp. Don't you think you need it too?

"I need help, but I don't understand what the lamp has to do with it."