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she would find that happy place where Jesus lived. At the very time when Easter bells, in many far-away cities, would be ringing their glad invitation to wor ship, Helen Mason opened the front door of her humble cottage in the South. She stopped amazed at the sight before her. In her driveway was parked a shiny black sedan. An elder ly gentleman, with a rather anxious expression on his face, was helping' out of the car a very black, very dusty and ragged little girl—Sally. The man bowed with true Southern courtesy. “Ma’m,” he said, “I found this child up the road talking about ‘heaven’ and ‘runnin’ for Jesus’. I thought perhaps you’d know what to do.” He s t o p p e d and looked re lieved, for there was no mistaking the welcome in Helen Mason’s voice and face as she held out her hand to the child, exclaiming, “Oh, Sally,' you meant you would run for Jesus!" The little girl shyly hung her head as the lady’s white hand closed “over her little black one. “ Yassum,” was all she said. Then rolling her big eyes in a look that took in the pretty home and her friend, too, with a quick, eager smile she asked, “Kin I run wid you?" dents professed to know Christ. I longed that the Lord should make clear to them, as I felt He had to my boy, the great fact of the altogether sufficiency of the Lord Jesus Christ for every human need. Charles was one of the four at the dinner. I found that he had begun fly ing again a week before, and.I was glad for him. But my heart was full to overflowing when he told me that though he knew Christ as Saviour, he now desired to let his life be more fully yielded to Him. Truly the answer was complete. Memory’s Pictures As I look back now, there are many happy pictures that I have of Hugh. One of the most precious is of my little lad as he knelt beside me in our home one Sunday. He was only seven; his father had gone to be .with Christ but a few months before. We had just come from a service in the Church of the Open Door, in Los Angeles, and the message that eve ning had stressed the need for one’s accepting, personally, the Lord Jesus Christ as Saviour. Throughout the serv ice, Hugh’s y o u n g face had been serious, earnest, but he had made no public response. At home, I talked to him quietly about the whole matter,, to see whether he understood what salvation meant and involved. Find ing that he did, we knelt together and
Looking into the little face, hungry for loye and home, Helen Mason promised—a promise that was to bring'a lifetime of happiness t o 1 the child at her side. “Yes, Sally,” said she gently, “we will do as they did on that first Easter day—rwe will run, both of us, together.’.’ New K. Y. B. C. Members The follow ing have read, through the G os pel according to John and are now members o f the K n ow Yotir Bible Club: B E L L E P L A IN E , K A N S .: Freddie H are: A d a and R oy N ugen ; Ted Pendleton, and Bruce and Shirley Zimm erm an (M rs. V e r- m ilya, teacher). S A N F R A N C IS C O , C A L IF .: George G lee- son (M rs. E. R. Comstock, teacher). W A S H IN G T O N . D. C.: M arilyn Menth, and M ary Louise Thorne (M iss Ethel Vance, leader). How to Join the K. Y. B. Club To become a member of the Know Your Bible Club, read through the Gospel accord ing to John, using either your own Bible or a Gospel of John which will be sent upon request. When the Gospel has been read and abatement to this effect, sighed by parent or Sunday-school teacher, has been sent to the Editor of the Junior King's Business, a K. Y. B. C. pin will be mailed. Sunday- school classes or clubs desiring to order ten or more Gospels or pins may wish to share the cost of these supplies, as the Lord di rects; Gospels, postpaid, five cents each—-in quantity, three cents; pine, without postage, two cents each. However, no .one is to do without a Gospel or pin because of lack of money. Address: Junior King's Business, 558 S. Hope St., Los Angeles, Calif. he received the Lord as his Saviour. His soft little hand stole into mine. The echoes of his childish voice are with me still, as he asked for and re ceived the Saviour’S gift of eternal life. How good it was of God to let me be the, one to, lead him into the very pres ence of “the Lamb of God that taketh away the sin of the world” ! Another picture is very different in its setting, but it, too, has a choice place among my memory’s treasures. It is of that last visit that I had with him on November 22, 1942. He had come home for the week-end, and his happiness was truly infectious. We spoke of many things; of his love for his work, of his sense t>f respon sibility for it, of his aspirations for the “ high class, fellows” that were in his charge. There was a particular bright ness in his manner. I wonder whether the Lord was preparing him, even then, for that swift translation. We talked, too, of spiritual matters —in a natural, easy way—speaking of God’s w ill for us ancj expressing con fidence in His working out His plan in our lives. Our devotions together that night were very sweet. I Hid not realize, of course, that it would be thfe last time we would look into God’s Word, or pray together here. After that week-end, Mother said to me, “I have never had such a satisfy ing, happy time with Hugh.” Little did we know that, so soon, they two would
have a long, uninterrupted time of the sweetest fellowship in the presence of the King, for in less than a month after Hugh’s going, Mother jpined him there. In thinking of those last few weeks of his life, I like to remember the pleasure that must have been his in a surprise he was preparing for me, which was told to me after his death. He had rented a house in Tucson, and was having it redecorated and made ready for my coming to be with him at Christmas—the Christmas that he spent, instead, in the presence of our lovely Lord. But he had the joy of the preparation of that home and the an ticipation of our time together there. One other picture stands out vividly in my mind. It is of an August day, clear and cool and pleasant. When an emergency had arisen which necessi tated a change of plans, Hugh. had been asked to take his superior’s place, and to fly a plane back to Tuc son from Los' Angeles. He asked for and obtained permission for m# to go with him. “Because,” he said, "it's go ing to be a thrill, Mother, and I want you to share it.” I have never seen him more happy than he was that day. The flight was a thrill, too. Only prayer took us through several tight places. I remember the smile on his face as we took off after the run down the short runway, and he called to me, “ Pray that we get over the wires.” It was like that all along. His gay smile, his “You’d better pray, Mother,” took me at once into a partnership with him in getting that small plane back to its base. When the plane landed at Tucson, we praised our Lord for a happy, safe trip, thanking Him for His care. It had been a wonderful flight, and I would not take anything for the memory of it, now. For my boy, a far more important and significant “ flight” took place on Friday afternoon of December 11, 1942. I could not be with him then. But he did not go alone; he had One with him to share all the delights of the journey from earth to heaven. This time, too, I know he was happy—hap pier than at any other time in his life, for he was “with Christ, which is far better.” “Death doth hide ■ But not divide;' He is with Christ And Christ with me; „ In Him united still are we.” The Lord has been l e a d i n g me through deep waters, but, true to His precious promise, He has been' with me; His grace is sufficient. His near ness has been precious. Unt i l . t ha t glorious day when I shall see my Lord, and my loved ones, I long to be kept in the center of His directive will. For, truly, “Jesus doeth ALL things well.”
"JESUS DOETH ALL THINGS WELL" [ Continued from Page 127]
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