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T H E K I N O ’ S B U S I N E S S
October, 1939
writing: “To Tolchaco Mission School: Dear Mr. Mitchell: I’m here on Black Mountain, one mile east from Sandy’s Wash. Please come get me quick. I still love Jesus.” And it was signed, “Grace.” Taking from his pocket a rather mussy envelope, the man carefully di rected it, stamped and sealed it and put it back in his pocket. “That gal’s in trouble, I reckon; been to the Mis sion school and taken off by her folks.” “Well, she sure is a good-looking one,” was the younger man’s comment. If they could have seen the little In dian girl just then, they would have been more surprised. Kneeling beneath the pinon tree, well out of their sight, her brown face covered with tears, Des- bah was sobbing aloud, “Dear heavenly Father, thank you for sending them. Thank you for giving me courage to speak. Oh, take the letter quick and safe and bring my friends. For Jesus’ sake.” * • • • Tolchaco Mission School seethed with excitement. A letter had come from Desbah, or “Grace,” as they knew her, the schoolmate for whom they had been so earnestly praying. To the sup erintendent it seemed only a little time ago that a Navajo Indian mother had stood on the porch one early morning, while peeping from behind her wide skirts was a dirty, shy child, gazing fearfully through her stray locks at the strange white-faced man. “You take my girl,” the mother had said. I do not want her at home; I marry again—you take her.” The superintend ent had taken the girl in, and after the first terrible day with its fearsome new experiences, little Desbah had set tled down in the ways of the Mission children. In a few years she not- only had learned considerable English and had done exceptionally well in her stud ies, but that great change had come into her life that had transformed her from a little heathen girl, believing in the strange stories of spirits and gods living in animals and the forces of nature, to a happy Christian child who had asked the Lord Jesus to be her own Saviour, trusting in Him for the washing away of her sins and making her a child of God.' She chose a new name, partly because it belonged to some one she loved and partly be cause it was in the precious Book, the Bible. Her new name was "Grace.” There was one thing that troubled Grace—her people, her very own fam ily, knew nothing of the wonderful love of Jesus. How could they learn? Then, one spring the chance came. Her mother appeared at the Mission school saying she had come to take Grace home. Knowing the ways of the Navajo people, the superintendent did not wish Grace to go, but remem bering her prayers for her mother, the child begged to be allowed to go home just for the summer. At last, after
strong promises from the mother to return Grace when school opened in the fall, permission was given, and Grace went—a happy little girl hoping to win her mother for the Lord. Fall came and the children came back to the school—all but Grace. - Perhaps she would come at the end of the week. But no Grace, and no word from her. Another week, a month passed, and then all too well, the su perintendent knew that her mother did not intend to bring her back and that somewhere in those wild mountains they had hidden her away that she might forget the ways of the white man and his God and return to the ways of her people who sat in dark ness and had no light of the know’edgo of a loving heavenly Father. All efforts to locate her failed, but the Mission school, teachers and pupils alike, daily went to the One who loved the lonely little girl and knew where she was. They knew God could send her back to them. But the day3 wore on and there was no word. November came and with it, flurries of snow. At noonday it was ..hot but the nights were bitterly cold. Would the snows come down and help to hide all too securely, one little Indian maid in the depths of Navajo land? But at last—a letter! What a thrill of joy went through the Mission school! Lessons were forgotten; even the cook ing stopped, and all gathered as a big family to thank the loving Father for thp first part of the answer to their prayers. Two wise friends started off on the journey, a white man and an Indian. Both loved the Lord and glad ly went to find the sheep that was lost from the fold, but not lost from the Shepherd. Would they surely be able to find Black Mountain? What if Desbah’s people should move her still farther away? These questions and others filled the minds of the many boys and girls as they prayed. [To be continued ]
ing as developed in the August issue of THE KING’S BUSINESS.) Most boys and girls have in their homes a wardrobe or Clothes closet which is especially theirs. Their clothes are hung in these places, but if the gar ments are to be enjoyed, they must be taken from the closet and put on. God’s word speaks of many beautiful garments that belong to every Chris tian, but they are not worn by every Christian. Let us consider these beau tiful garments in God’s wardrobe, and by faith put them on so that those who come in contact with us may see them. Question: What garments should be “put off” before the beautiful garments are “put on” ? Answer: “But now ye also put off all these; anger, wrath, malice, blas phemy, filthy communication out of your mouth. Lie not one to another, seeing that ye have put off the old man with his deeds” (Col. 3:8, 9). Question: What garments has the Lord provided which He wishes every Christian to “put on” ? Answer: “Put on therefore, as God’s elect, holy and beloved, a heart of compassion, kindness, lowliness, meek ness, longsuffering; forbearing one an other, and forgiving each other, if any man have a complaint against any; even as the Lord forgave you, so also do ye: and above all these things put on love, which is the bond of perfect ness” (Col. 3:12-14, R. V.). *For a complete list of Scriptures for memory work in the Christian Life Series, see previous copies of T h e K in g ' s B u s in e s s . N E W K . Y. B . C. M EM B ER S B o ise , I d a .:R ic h a rd A d a m s a n d D a v id M a rsh a ll. (C h a rle s H . B lom , P a s to r.) B u tte , N eb .: M a ry L o u a n d S e lm a D ic k e rs o n ; M a r g a r e t Jo rd o n . (C la ra S ieler, le a d e r). E a r ly , I o w a : B e rn ic e H a-radon r M a rily n H e s s ; M a ry L o u H u s to n ; M a rjo rie L a s h ie r; L e la N e ilso n ; S a r a R e in h a rt. (S h irle y M a rq u e ss, le a d e r). H o n o lu lu , T . H .t J e a n a n d B e tty A u ; B y ro n B o o n e, J r .; D a n ie l H o ; J e w e l H u d - d in g to n ; B e tty K e b ; M om e L u p e n u l. (B y ro n D o u g la s B oon, le a d e r), M o n te v id e o , M in n .: M a rjo rie C l e l a n d ; M u rie l E a s to n ; R u th A n n E v a n s ; B a r b a r a H a tte n ; A lice J a r v is ; A u d ry M ae W a rd . (M a ry R u p p , te a c h e r) . How to Join the K. Y. B. Club T o b e c om e a m e m b e r o f th e K n o w Y o u r B ib le C lu b , r e a d th r o u g h th e G o sp e l a c c o r d in g to J o h n , u s in g e ith e r y o u r ow n B ib le o r a G o sp e l o f J o h n w h ic h w ill b e s e n t u p o n r e q u e s t. W h e n th e G o sp e l h a s b e e n r e a d , a n d a s ta t e m e n t to th i s e ffe c t, s ig n e d b y p a r e n t o r S u n d a y -s c h o o l te a c h e r h a s b e e n s e n t to th e E d i to r o f th e J u n io r K in g ’s B u s in e s s , a K . Y. B. C. p in w ill b e m a ile d . S p n d a y -é c h o o l c la s s e s o r c lu b s d e s ir in g to o r d e r te n o r m o re G o sp e ls o r p in s m a y w is h to s h a r e th e c o s t o f th e s e s u p p lie s , a s th e L o rd d ir e c ts : G o sp e ls, p o s tp a id , f iv e c e n ts e a c h— in q u a n tity , th r e e c e n ts ; p in s , w ith o u t p o s ta g e , tw o c e n ts e a c h . H o w e v e r, n o o n e is to do w ith o u t a G o sp e l o r p in b e c a u s e o f la c k o f m o n e y . A d d re s s : J u n io r K in g ’s B u s in e s s , 558 S o u th H o p e S t* L o s . A n g e le s , C a lifo rn ia .
Memory Work for October C h r is t ia n L i f e S e r ie s *
Discussion: (This discussion of ward robes follows up the comment on cloth
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