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T H E K I N G ' S B U S I N E S S
February, 1933
u n i o r K IN G ’S BUSINESS . . . B y M arth a S. H ooker
Valentines Draw three hearts. Take your paints or crayons and color the first one black, the second one red, and leave the third one white. There is a Valentine’s Day story in these three hearts. Why do we send valentines? Sometimes we send them just for fun, without any name, so that our friends will have to guess who is the sender. But Valentine’s Day be gan as a way of showing people we love them. And after all, we do pick out the prettiest ones, with the lovely, lacy paper, for the friends we love best, don’t we? Our picture of three hearts is really a picture o f God’s; valentine for us, for it is the story of how He showed His love for us. The first heart, the black one, is a pic ture of the heart that has sin in it. Every one has sinned, so every one has had a black heart. And God is holy and pure, so He cannot come near sin, but has to punish it. But even though He hates the blackness o f our hearts, He loves us, so He made a way to clean our hearts. That is the story of the second heart, the red one. It makes us think of the blood of the Lord Jesus Christ, which He shed for us when He died on the cross. It is only when the blackened heart has been washed in the blood of Jesus that we can have the story of the third heart, the white one; for His blood washes our hearts and makes them whiter than snow. We cannot imagine anything whiter than new, clean snow; but our hearts are even whiter than that. You may write underneath*/the hearts the great love verse—John 3 :16. That is God’s valentine message to you. Now God wants a valentine from you. It is something you cannot see, but He sees it. It is your, heart. Give your heart to God. When we speak of our hearts, we mean ourselves, all that we have and all that we are. God will be happy if you give Him your heart this Valentine’s Day. Just say to Him, “Lord, I give Thee my heart to be Thine own, and I love Thee, for Jesus’ sake.” He will take your gift, although you cannot see Him—and you will be His forever.— R evelation .,
A HEART TALK
that was, but God, who made us, saw right through our bodies, which to Him were just like so many clear glass bottles, such as the one which he (Arnot) held in his hand, with a black stone inside. And God has told us that our hearts were not some black and some white, but that all our hearts were black at one time, and that they were made blacker by sin each day. But God also told us of a river that could wash our sins away—“The blood of Jesus Christ, his Son, cleanseth us from all un righteousness” (1 John 1 :7). —A rnot , a K night of A frica . New K.Y.B.C. Members We are glad to welcome so many boys and girls into the Know Your Bible Club. The following have completed the reading of the Gospel according to John: Mary and Inez Merritt, Lola Saunders, Gertrude Shrum, and Alto Dill, Prine- ville, Ore.; Wendell and Wayne Gregory, Olympia, Wash.; Eleanor Remeim, Walker, N. Y .; Lowell Yeager, Natalie Phillipps, Richard Kendel, and Caroline Flanagen, Scio, O re.; Elizabeth Boeniger, Martha Woodruff, Ruth and Walter Long, Esther Porteous, Phyllis Crawford, Evaline Bish op, Bertha Stark, Dorothy Johnson, Dor othy Skrivanek, Isabelle Ireland, George Kunde, and Buddy Waite, San Diego, Calif. Those desiring to become members of the Know Your Bible Club write first for a Gospel of John. When this has been read through, and a statement to this effect sent, signed by parent or Sunday-school teacher, a K. Y. B. C. pin will be sent. Address: Junior Dept, o f the K ing ’ s B usiness , 536 So. Hope St., Los Angeles, Calif.
One day Frederick Stanley Arnot, a mis sionary to Africa, was sitting eating break fast away far off in that dark land where he had gone to tell the poor, lost Africans of Jesus and His love. Around him were gathered a crqwd o f ljttle black children, who had come to watch him eat. Because he had a three-pronged steel fork, it was said that the white man itswallowed needles,” and the children wanted to see him do it. The crowd was almost too large for the missionary that morning, so he built himself a barrier with sticks and strings. Among the children was a boy named Kakonda, who kept his eyes gravely fixed upon the eater, while the other chil dren were laughing at the funny things with which the missionary ate. At last Ka- konda’s curiosity got the better o f him, and he crept under the string barrier and began to stroke the missionary’s hand. Looking down at him, then meeting his great, wonderful eyes, Arnot said, “Well, little boy, what do you want?” Hesitating but for a moment, Kakonda asked Arnot, in a shrill tone, to tell him where was the river that he washed in, for he would like to wash in that river, too. Arnot felt that his chance had come. Clearing the table, he started his first class. He explained, first of all, that the color of our skins did not matter, as the skin was very thin. And then, on a piece of paper bent over the side o f the table, he was able to show how a drop of blood taken from his own white hand and a drop taken from Kakonda’s black hand were both red, for God had made of one Mood all the nations of the earth. Next he asked them what it was that lay inside of skin and blood and flesh, right in the middle. They replied, “The heart.” Then Arnot said he had no needle long enough to prick the heart to see what color
The Heart Garden My heart may be like a garden fair, Loving words and thoughts a-blossoming there; Or it may be a place of poison weeds, Growing into ugly thoughts and words and deeds. Lord Jesus, make my heart a garden fair, Come Thou Thyself and be the Gard’ner there. —H elen H. L emmel .
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