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T H E K I N G ' S B U S I N E S S
February, 1938
Junior King's Business By M A R TH A S. HOOKER
THE LITTLE EARTHEN JAR By M rs . I saac J. F razee
G RANNY ! Granny!” cried Beth, ex citedly rushing down the attic stairs and bursting into the quaint old sitting room, where Mrs. Tillman sat braid ing a rug. “ Granny, do tell me what is this funny little jar? I found it upstairs in your old hair trunk. What'is it for, Granny?” “ Oh, dearie, do be careful! Don’t drop it!” said Granny, reaching and taking it gently from the child. “Why, honey, it is an
the little jar has been such a treasure to me all these years?” “ Oh,” cried Beth, throwing her arms im pulsively around Granny’s neck, “ I am so sorry I made fun of the dear little jar. I will always love it now, and I am going to accept the Lord Jesus as my Saviour. I want to be a vessel of honor in serving Him, too, Granny.” “ If you are ready, Beth, to trust Him as your very own Saviour, will you read with me these two verses from God’s W ord? ‘Whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be saved’ (Acts 2:21), and ‘as many as received him [Jesus Christ], to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name’ (John 1:12). Now, do you want to call on the Lord Jesus to save you, and then will you thank Him in your own words for what He has done in dying to save you?” Quietly, Beth knelt down by Granny’s chair and told the Lord that she knew she needed to be saved. Then she thanked Him for dying for her and for coming into her heart and making her His own child. “ I am so glad, dearie,” said Granny, folding the little girl close to her heart, “ for the more we love the Lord Jesus, the better we will serve Him, and the more we serve Him, the happier we will be. Never forget that, dearie.” What to Make During February F EBRUARY is the month for Valen tines, and since most Valentines are heart-shaped, let us make heart-shaped things in our K. Y. B. C lub! How would you like to make a Valentine blotter as a gift for Mother or Father or some other person for whom you want to do something special? You will need pieces of colored construction paper, blotting paper, and a small piece of ribbon. Cut a heart out of the colored construction paper, and with the same pattern cut two other hearts from the blotting paper. Punch two holes near the upper part of the hearts, and tie the three together with the ribbon. Write a Bible verse across the front of the colored heart, or paste a picture, writing the verse below. A small calendar also may be pasted near the lower part of the heart. A “ Search-the-Bible” game can be played, too. God’s Word has much to say about hearts. As you find the verses, write them upon colored paper hearts. Here is a start: Psalm 51:10; Jeremiah 24:7; Ezekiel 11:19; 18:31, and Matthew 5:8. A string of “ heart-jewels” would make a splendid trophy for February. Write on a heart cut from colored paper every verse
not many American settlers but quite a few Indian and Mexican families. “Ranch work was not as easy then as it is nowadays. W e had very few conveni ences, no electric lights, washing machines, nor gas stoves. The day began early; and often, in harvest time, it stretched far into the night. So with my babies, the churning, the putting up of the meat, jam, and jellies —besides the usual dish-washing, quilt
making, ironing and bread baking and three meals to get—the happy days were full to overflowing. “ Often Manuella, a dear old Indian woman, would come to help me, so we be came good friends. One day she brought this little jar, saying she had made it for me. O f course, I was de lighted, and told her it was lovely. She said, ‘There is a little story the padre told me once, about how Christ is like a Great Potter who makes things out of clay. Just so He takes us children of the earth and makes us into vessels of service unto
olla [pronounced “ ole-yah” ], a tiny water jar. A dear old Indian woman gave it to me many, many years ago. It is one of Granny’s most cherished, keepsakes. I have treasured it for more than fifty years. It means more to me, dearie, than you have any idea, for it set me to thinking as I had never thought before in all my life, and was, in a way, the means of bringing me to the Lord Jesus. For it was through this 1ittle— ” “Oh, Granny,” broke in Beth, “ how funny! Please tell me how this ugly old jar could have anything to
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Him, but some are vessels of honor and some of dishonor. Which are you, Señora?’ “ ‘Oh,’ I said sadly, ‘Manuella, I don’t know, but I’m afraid I am a vessel of dis honor, because I have never done anything for the dear Master who has done so much for me, but I want to be a vessel of honor.’ And dearie, right' there Granny sent up a cry from her inmost heart. I prayed, ‘Dear Lord, make of me a vessel fit to serve Thee,’ but I didn’t understand how it could be brought about. “A few years later we moved up into the mountains, and one day a traveling evan gelist strayed into our section and held a revival at the little white school house. He made the way of salvation very plain, and one night when the invitation was extended, Granny was the first to go forward and accept the Lord Jesus as her own Saviour. And, my dear girl, I have never regretted that step; neither have I forgotten dear old Manuella and the important part she had in bringing me to Jesus by telling me about . God as the Great Potter. “ Some other settlers took up claims in those mountains where we lived, and it wasn’t long until we organized a Sunday- school, in which I taught for many years. I had the joy of seeing eight of those little mountain children that accepted the Lord Jesus as Saviour go out into the world as missionaries. So can’t you see, dearie, why
do with bringing you to Jesus. And you say you have kept it for fifty years? Why, Granny, do you know there are lots of things up in that old hair trunk I’d much rather have than this ugly-looking jar. I’d love that quaint old bonnet and shawl. And that old red and green plaid silk dress with its sweeping train! Oh, that’s adorable, Granny! Lucy and I would have lots of fun dressing up in it. And that lovely cameo pin, and those wonderful earrings that hang down and almost touch my shoulders! Why, Granny, I think they are your real treasures. I can’t see why this ordinary little jar should be a keepsake all these years.” ; “Well, dearie, I was just going to tell you why," said Granny, softly, “but maybe, after all, you would not enjoy the story any more than you do this dear little jar, so maybe I’d better not tell.” “ Oh, Granny, if there is a story about it, please tell me. You know I just adore stories! Please, p-l-e-a-s-e go on with the story. I’ll sit right here on this little stool at your feet. Oh, please, dear Granny, begin,” she said coaxingly. “Well, once upon a time, as all good stories should begin,” laughed Granny, “your grandfather and I left our home in the South, came to California, and took up a Government claim not far from one of the old missions. In those days there were
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