Eli nodded after a second of hesitation. He had made a mistake, assuming that Finn could read and write. But there was nothing wrong with that. Being illiterate wasn't uncommon where he lived. He had met plenty of good holy people who couldn't read a lick of English. It was rather unfortunate. They were all hard-working but circumstances didn't allow them to afford an education. He, himself didn't know how to read and write until he finally accepted God in his early pre-teens. Only then did the want of learning took over him like a raging fire. 

Since then, Eli was captivated by the Lord's words. Writing was a way to spread the word. Creating inspiring sermons were important. As a humble servant of God, he was to encourage people around him to praise the Lord. Ever since he had listened to a priest's inspiring sermon in Boston, Eli aimed to be just like that. A passionate and holy man.   

He wasn't too worried about his skills.  He had helped his father teach some of the followers. How hard could it be? He only needed some paper, pencil, patience, and blessings. "That's fine," he said, the faint bubbles of excitement rising within him. "I can teach you if you're willing." Eli shifted in his seat a little, glancing at Finn. But would this man even want to have daily English classes on top of Bible studies? He felt that excitement fade away in uncertainty. "You should try and learn," he added in a tone he would usually have dealing with a child. "It'll do you good in the long run."