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umor KING ’S BUSINESS . . . By M artha S. H ooker
M ARY JEAN T rue S tory by E mily J. A lexander
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" ary J ean was only four years old. But she was old enough to attend the Daily Vacation Bible School which was held in her neighborhood—and
are written in the Lamb’s Book of Life will go to be with the Lord Jesus in the beautiful home He has gone to prepare. “ But how may one have his name written in God’s record? Not one o f you is too young to tell when your birthday is, or how many candles your mother put on your cake for your last birthday, so o f course you are old enough to remember when you asked the Lord Jesus to come into your heart to be your Saviour. John 1 :12 says: ‘But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name.’ How many of you boys and girls, who have never received the Lord Jesus as your Saviour, will be willing to do so today? Will you say with me the words of this chorus ? “ ‘Into my heart, into my heart, Come into my heart, Lord Jesus. Come in today, come in to stay, Come into my heart, Lord Jesus.’ ” . Little Mary Jean, who had said that very morning, “Mother, I love Jesus better than any one else,” was the first to raise her hand and to come forward and say before the whole school o f oyer 400 members, “ I do receive the Lord Jesus as my. Saviour.” Because she loved Him so very, very much, she wanted to give Him something—and the best gift of all was herself. Though only four years old, she was not too young to believe on the Lord Jesus and to know that “ Calvary covers it all,” for He once said when on earth, “ Suffer the little chil dren to come unto me, and forbid them not.” Her name was written in the Lamb’s Book of Life that day-—written forever, so that it can never, never be erased. What a happy little girl Mary Jean was 1 And her mother was happy, too. But best of all, the Lord Jesus was made happy, and the angels in heaven rejoiced because a little girl had believed on the Lord Jesus as her Saviour. Thanksgiving Day will be an especially happy one in Mary Jean’s home this year, for among all the good gifts that she has received this past year, the best one has been her Saviour, the Lord Jesus. You, too, boys and girls, who read this story, may be as thankful as Mary Jean at this Thanksgiving season, if you will re ceive the Lord Jesus as your Saviour. Ask Him today to come into your heart, as Mary Jean did, and He will come in and write your name in the Lamb’s Book of Life, from which it can never be erased. The Answer The answer to the Bible Arithmetic Problem in the October K ing ’ s B usiness is : Key verse of the Gospel of Luke :—Luke 19:10. The correct arrangement -of letters, spelling names of places mentioned in Luke, is as follows : Nain, Bethlehem, Nazareth, Capernaum, Gadara. Memory Verses Luke 18:16, 17
what an en t h u s i a s t i c p u p i l s h e wa s , n o t w i l l i n g to miss a sin gle day! One morn ing M a r y Jean was up bright a n d
A Little Missionary Helenka lives in far off Czechoslovakia. Today she is about thirteen years old. Two years ago, she heard the story of the Lord Jesus for the first time from the mission aries there, and she gladly accepted Him as her Saviour. Her heart was filled with joy and thanksgiving as she went to her home to tell the good news to her father and mother. If they would only believe, too! But despite her earnest pleadings, neither her father nor mother would even go to Sunday services with her. Little Helenka was not one to give up easily. She continued to pray for her dear ones—and God heard and answered. One day, to her great joy, her beloved parents came to hear the missionary tell the story of Jesus. Not only did Helenka’s father and mother hear the story, but both received the Lord Jesus as their Saviour that day. Helenka’s joy knew no bounds. Other mothers and children have been brought to the mission station by this little missionary. She has two little sisters whom she cares for as a mother. At church they sit one on each side of her. She has taught them to bow their heads during prayer. As she goes along the streets, she is busy giving out tracts. She wants every one she meets to know her Saviour. Pray for Helenka. We need many little missionaries like her in America!— C on tributed by F lorence B arnwell . I’m sure I’ll see some angels fair, Sonje fathers and some mothers; And hosts of children will be there, Fond sisters, loving brothers. The Holy City I’ll behold, Whose walls are built o f jasper; / The gates are pearls, the street is gold, Its builder is the Master. And oh, I’ll want to see the King, Enthroned in all His glory I And with the white-robed children sing The sweetest, sweetest story. ’Twas He who placed each loving hand On little ones and blessed them ; Beside the throne some day I’ll stand, And tell Him how I love Him. — L uther B. C ross . A Child’s Paradise Sometimes I wonder what I’ll see When I awake in heaven; And what ’twill all be like to me, A child who’s only seven.
early. Her daddy was going fishing that day, and her mother was as busy as could be, getting the housework done before she took Mary Jean to the Bible school. After Daddy had given them each a fare well kiss, and when mother and daughter were alone together, Mary Jean looked up into her mother’s face and said, “Oh, I do love Jesus better than any one, don’t you?” O f course, her mother said, “Yes.” Then Mary Jean began to sing one of the Bible school choruses :. “Calvary covers it all, My past with its sin and stain”—- but here the song stopped. Mary Jean could not remember any more. “Mamma, you please go on with the song,” the little girl said, “ for I don’t know the rest.” So Mother sang on : “My guilt and despair, Jesus took on Him there, And Calvary covers it all.” “ Oh, I do wish you would ask them to sing that song at the Bible school this morning,” Mary Jean said, as her mother finished the chorus. Mary Jean could not have told why she liked it so much, but the Lord Jesus knew. When they reached the Bible school that morning, imagine their surprise to hear that very chorus being sung by the children! The Heavenly Father had planned it so.l •But this was not the only lovely surprise that came to Mary Jean that day. There was a special speaker—a dear Christian who was called a Bible woman —one who knew just how to talk.to boys and girls about the Lord Jesus, “When you first came to the Daily Va cation Bible School,” she began, “your names and ages and addresses were written down by the secretary, weren’t they? Your names were written nicely in a record book in ink, to be kept. If they had been writ ten in pencil, they might have beep erased, but their being in ink insures their being kept for next year’s Bible school. “It is a fine thing to have one’s name in such a record book; I would be proud to have my name written there. But there is another Book which holds a record more precious than any earthly record. It is the Lamb’s Book of Life. We read about it in the last book of the Bible. I wonder how many of you have your names written there. Records are kept in heaven, you know, and some day, those whose names
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