February, 1946
B U S I N E S S
/ U N I O R K I N G ' S
Winning The
Game
BERNICE C. THURSEN
cabin to begin our day’s travel. Unele Harry and I had read a message from His Book to guide us through the day. Now it was easy to depend upon Him for the supplying of this great need. I lifted my heart to Him. ‘Show me the way,’ I prayed, just as I would ask you to turn a flashlight on a dark road. “Instantly a flood of lightning broke through and lighted up the whole scene. It was light just long enough to show us the danger in which we were. Our car was only a few inches from the left side of the road.” “Boy! That was dangerous!” inter rupted Johnnie. “Any car coming toward -us could not have missed running into ours. But the Lord had been good to pro tect us until we could see our way for ourselves. I turned immediately to the right side of the road, and an other flash of light showed a filling station near with several cars parked there. We were right on the road leading to it. There was plenty of room for us to get in out of the storm for a few minutes, and we thankfully went where the way had been lighted for us. - H f i l i al “When the storm cleared, we saw just a short way ahead a flooded road bed where no car .could have passed. We knew we had been saved from having our car turned over perhaps, and ourselves drowned.” “I know now what you mean,” John nie nodded. “When a person takes the devil’s way, he hasn’t any light to guide him. He is in danger and doesn't know it.” “Yes, and when God’s light shows the danger, it never fails to show the safe place to stay until the storm is past,” Aunt Bernie added. “What if you had gone on to where
J OHNNIE came in from the ball game. Things were all wrong. The boys were cheating and John nie thought he couldn’t win un less he cheated, too. Aunt Bernie saw how very unhappy he looked as he tossed his glove into his room. He turned away from her to keep her from seeing the tears that were about to course down his cheeks. “Who won the game today, John nie?” Aunt Bernie was sure that she already knew, but wanted to ask any way. “They did.” There was a long si lence. “But they had to cheat to do it,” Johnnie added, gritting his teeth. “There’s no use trying to win when guys cheat unless you cheat, too.” “Then they lost,” said Aunt Bernie. “Maybe you’re the winner and don’t know it.” “Me, the winner? How come?” Johnnie was puzzled. Then the tears which he had been trying so hard to keep back rushed down his flushed cheeks. “Aunt Bernie, does being a Christian mean that you have to al ways be different from the other fel lows? Does it mean that you never can win if you’re straight and honest?” “No, not always,” answered Aunt Bernie. “They who deal in unfair methods in order to win, ^re traveling a blind road.” “What do you mean?” ‘‘It’s something like an experience your Uncle Harry and I had a few
years ago when coming through New Mexico. Uncle Harry had asked me to drive the car for a while. All of a sudden the sky darkened to blackness. Big,, heavy drops of rain came pelting onto the top of the car. In just a few minutes, there was a swirling sheet of rain against the windshield blinding us to anything ahead. As I held my hand six inches from the side of .the car, the hail and rain were so thick I could not see it, and the wind and beating of the rain’ were louder than the sound of our own' engine. We knew we could neither hear nor see any .car that might be coming toward us.. “I said to Uncle Harry, ‘The people coming toward us can’t see any better .than we can. I can’t tell whether I’m on the right or the left side of the road.’ Uncle Harry shook his head gravely. “The ground on either side of the pavement was soft, so I knew that I must be careful not to get too far over on the side, or we would be in the same predicament in which we had seen other cars farther back on the road—mired down in the mud.” "Weren’t you afraid, -Aunt Bernie?” Johnnie had almost forgotten about losing {he ball game. “No, strange to say, I wasn’t a bit afraid. In all that danger, there came to me the joy of knowing that the God who controlled and created this mighty downpour was the same God I had talked to before we left our court
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