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ing—is poured into Christ’s hand be cause you love Him, and if you expect no “pay,” you may be sure that He will fill your bowl to overflowing, with bright nuggets of blessing. “Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse . . . and prove me now herewith, saith the Lord of hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it” (Mai. 3:10). Three grains—or a bowl poured out? Which shall it be? When we had finished p r a y i n g , Erma skipped out of the house, down the back stairs, across the yard, and into her little home. She was happy. She had the Lord Jesus Christ as her best Friend and Saviour. He was liv ing right in her heart, and He would never go away. He had “come in to stay.” After Erma had given her heart to the Lord Jesus, she wanted to go to Sunday school with us. She wanted to hear more about her new Friend, and to learn verses from His precious Word. Neither her mother nor her father would get up early enough to get her ready, so she would come to our house without her breakfast. Her hair would not be -combed, her face and hands would not be washed, and sometimes even her dress would be wrinkled and dirty. We would help her get ready. “I asked Jesus to wake me up in time for Sunday school, and He did,” she would say. This happened many times, and we were glad to see that Erma was grow ing to love Jesus more each day. Several months later, Erma and her mother and father m o v e d away in such a hurry that we did not even get to say good-by. We tried to find where their new home was, but we couldn’t. We went right on praying for and loving her just as we had be fore. Five long years went by. Then one bright Sunday morning, the telephone rang, and a sweet voice said, “This is Erma. I want to tell you that I still love Jesus.” That was all. We did not know where she was or why she could- not talk longer. But we did know, because her voice told us, that the Lord Jesus who had come into her heart when she was only four years old, was still her loving Saviour; He had "come in to stay.” • He will stay always with every boy or girl who ever has said, “Come into my heart, Lord Jesus.” LOOK ING FOR A PLAYMATE [ Continued from Page 14]
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“What have I done?” the beggar cried, tears streaming down his face. “Ah, if I had only poured out my bowl into the outstretched hand of the prince!” ♦ * * In India, where it has been my privi lege to serve Christ, this legend is immediately understood, for there the rice bowl has a deep significance. It represents the livelihood of the indi vidual. And figuratively it stands for sacrifice, the giving of something that costs. What is the beggar’s message to us who love the Lord Jesus Christ as we come to the beginning of a New Year? Perhaps, spiritually, we too are half- starved. We long for fuller blessing, for rich gifts from the hand of the Father. We want to be used, and we stand pleading before Him, the Prince of Peace, whose nail-pierced hands are stretched before us and whose loving voice says: “I beseech you . . . that ye present your bodies a living sac rifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service.” Yes, there we stand, grudgingly giv ing out three grains of our time, of pur talents, of our testimony, when He wants the poured-out bowl! Have you ever wondered why God Uses some Christians more than others —some whose talents seem few? We think of one just now, an evangelist who has no particular powers of ora tory or commanding appearance. More over, he is a member of a race against which there is a growing hatred even in our own land. Yet people flock to hear this main preach, and God has used him to lead many souls to Christ. Why? How? ■ The answer was couched in a casual remark which this evangelist made to an audience one day. With no hint of boasting, but rather with deep humil ity, he said: “Every page of my Bible is stained with sweat or with tears.” That is the reason God can use that man. He has paid the price—not with three grains—but with the whole rice bowl, poured into the hands of the Prince,'the Saviour. How about your rice bowl at the be ginning of the New Year? Is it poured out for Christ? Or is it held selfishly to your heart, jealously guarded? It meant something for the beggar to give up his rice. It will mean some thing for you to yield all to Christ. If you give sparingly, you cannot expect to receive in abundance. One of the rules of Corsica’s- patriots —those who staked their lives in the cause of freedom—reads, "You expect no.pay." Thus it is also with the pa triots of the Lord Jesus Christ. But if your bowl of talents—your whole be
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BIOLA FAMILY [Continued from Page 26] Married Donald Dilworth and Beth Jones Nov. 25, Los Angeles, Calif. , Born To Cpl. Fred and Mrs. Behm (B. Sac. Mus.,- ’43), a daughter, Sharon Elaine, Nov. 28, Merced, Calif. ' To Keith (’4.0) and Mrs. Fields (Sara Balzer, ’39), twin girls, Jean El len and Joan Helen, Nov. 14, Klam ath Falls, Ore., To William (’33) and Mrs. Jones, a son, David Gibson, Sept. 6, Los An geles, Calif. To Alvin (’.36) and Mrs. Lewis (Min nie Wallace, ’35), a daughter, Marga ret, Aug. 10, Venezuela, S. America. To Dean and Mrs. Pittman (Ruth Mary Brown), a daughter, Elizabeth Anne, Nov. 3, Chicago, 111. To Lawrence (’39) and Mrs. Powell (Meta Schroeder, ’39), a son, Daniel Arthur, Nov. 10, Paso Robles, Calif. To Arnold (’37) and Mrs. Riffel (Edna Richards, ’35),' a son, Paul Ar nold, July 31, Minneapolis, Minn. With the Lord Robert Holsinger was killed in ac tion in the Philippine area. He leaves his wife, a brother Richard, ’42, and his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Henry Hol singer, who may be addressed at 529 Cambridge St., No. Sacramento, Calif.
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