The true story takes place in the early 1800s and is about a young tribal Indian boy named Kaboo in Africa whose father (the chief) had placed a "bet" with another tribal chief, and the loser would have to give up his son to the other tribe to do whatever they wanted with him. Well, Kaboo's father lost the bet, and unwillingly had to give up his son. A few days later the boy's doom was known. He would be sacrificed to the other tribe's pagan god. Understandably, Kaboo was very afraid. On that day, while being tied to the stake, he prayed and chanted to his pagan god for help...help that never came. Then they lighted the brush around him with fire. As the smoke rolled skywards and the heat became extreme, Kaboo's thoughts came rushing...his tribe had failed him, his father had failed him, even his own god had failed him. In his cries of panic and sorrow, he screamed in his native tongue, "Isn't there anyone who cares enough for me to save me?" (When I read that, it shocked me to realize how much it sounded just like me...)

In his own words, which were written down and recorded later this is exactly what he described happened: A shaft of light broke through the smoke, and suddenly he was loose! He crawled quickly down from the sacrificial alter and ran with all his might into the jungle. The tribal people there were blinded by the extreme light. Since running in the African jungles without weapons of any kind, nor not knowing where you were going, is not a smart thing to do, Kaboo stopped suddenly. The voice from the light called to him and said to merely follow the light to safety, which he did. Here's the ironic part...guess where he ended up tired, hot, and hungry a couple days later? A missionary camp, set at the other edge of the jungle. The workers there took him in and took care of him for the next couple of years. They gave him the English name Samuel Morris and taught him how to read and write, in English and his native tongue. When they shared with him the Bible, and the story of the old rugged cross upon which Christ was crucified, Samuel excitedly told them of how he rescued. He was amazed that this Man, too, was forsaken by His own people and even His own Father, rejected and despised. Samuel suddenly realized in his heart that the only reason he was alive that day was because Jesus Christ had died for him two thousand years before, and had a purpose for his life. Samuel wasn't dumb, even though he had never had an extensive education. He knelt down on his knees right there and asked Christ to come into his heart.

To make a looong story short...later on, this young man began to ask questions about the Holy Spirit, which the missionaries tried their best to answer , but Samuel always seem to come up with many more. They told him that the only one they knew who could answer him the questions would be a specific man who used to worked at the camp, but had left for home for a few months to be with family. Samuel asked where he could find this man, and they told him that he was a professor at a Bible institute in Boston, Massachusetts. Of course, that was a long way from Africa, but this young lad was determined. He took the first ship headed that way, which, unfortunately was filled with nothing but thieves, murderers, and scandalous pirates. When they first saw this scrawny young black tribal boy, they laughed and gave him some hard knocks. After weeks of cruel beatings, curses, and hard work, they still saw they had not lowered this boy's self-respect, nor lamed his attitude. If anything, Samuel had an even more positive and forgiving attitude that made these people ashamed of themselves. Needless to say, by the time they reached their destination, the young boy had led every man on that ship to Christ.

After arriving in Boston, it didn't take long for Samuel to find the man. The man was amazed what the lad had gone through just to come and ask him a simple question. He invited him to stay with him at the institute for the next couple of years, even to receive an education!

Samuel, who had also never been to church his whole life, went to a service one Sunday at a well-known black church. At the end of the service, the pastor asked if Samuel would come forward to pray (he had heard of this remarkable young dude). Samuel had never prayed publicly before, but he slowly walked up front towards the pulpit. He got some strange looks when he kneeled down on the floor near the pulpit (he wouldn't go near it), but they overlooked it since he was only just a weird little black boy. The lad clasped his hands together and began. As the words fell from his lips, a great Awesomeness filled the room. He spoke clearly and slowly as a little boy talking to his father. After two hours, when he stood up, people were on their knees and faces, crying, praying and praising God. A since of revival had smacked that church and turned it upside down, and was never the same again.

Samuel Morris visited several other churches in the area, and was even invited to white churches, which was unheard of in that time period! Each of the churches experienced a great revival, and were never the same again. This young lad was on fire for God, and loved Him dearly. He changed the world as he knew it, for the better, by living for God until he died of a deadly virus at the age of eighteen.