JUNIOR KING’S BUSINESS I T WAS MONDAY morning, and Tipper was gone! Jane, Jon, Joe, Becky, Tinunie, Virginia, and Annette were very sad. They missed the big black and white sheep dog, lor he was their pal. Daddy whistled ior him when he went up to the bam before break fast, but no Tipper came bound ing out to race ahead of him up through the grapevines and alongside the orchard. "What could have happened to Tip,
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home he will starve. He will never eat if he is tied up.” Daddy didn’t answer; he just prayed silently. By Friday, Mommie wasn’t making extra mush for Tipper’s breakfast, and the children went solemnly off to school. Then it was afternoon and the four smaller children were being dressed after their naps. They came down stairs to get on caps and coats for outdoor play. Mommie opened the
membered that he was gone. “Maybe he will be home today,” she thought. "Why hasn’t the Lord sent Tipper home?" demanded the children, look ing straight into Daddy’s eyes as he came into the kitchen. "We asked Him to.” Daddy was thoughtful as he re plied, "Yes, my dears, we have all asked the Lord Jesus to bring Tipper home. But we know that be-
front door . . . and there . . . and there curled up right against the door was Tipper! He was almost too weak to walk into the hous e . He flopped down onto the green rug. The c h i l d r e n rushed to him. Every body wanted to put their arms around him at once. “Tipper, Tipper doo dles, did you come home?” “W h e r e did you been?” “Mommie, he is so thin in the middle!” Mommie w a r m e d
Daddy? Do you think he is lost?” asked Jon at the breakfast table the n e x t morning after everybody had prayed while Daddy had returned thanks and asked the Lord Jesus to bring Tipper home safely. Daddy shook his head. "No, Jon, I don’t •think he’s lost.” “Could he . . . could he be runned over?” Timmie choked. Then everybody was very still for a minute. Suddenly Jane had an idea. "Why don’t you do something, Daddy? Why don’t you take the horse and ride all over and see if someone has Tipper tied up. He would b a r k if he heard or saw you, and you could go get him.”
WHEN THE LORD JESUS V ANSWERED PRAYER FOR TIPPER
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some milk and beat two eggs into it to make Tipper strong again. Eager little hands carried the pan and put it on the floor in front of their pal. Mommie phoned to Daddy. “Guess who just came home.” “Tipper!” Daddy guessed right. How happy the whole family was that night at dinner. Nobody seemed to think of asking the Lord Jesus for anything; they just -wanted to praise Him. ‘Thank you, Lord.” “We are so glad that it was Your will to send Tipper home to us.” "We love you Lord Jesus for an swering our prayers.” Mommie's heart was singing for joy and thankfulness—joy because Tipper was home, and thankfulness because the Lord Jesus had heard and answered the prayers of seven little children who knew that He could untie the rope and let their Tipper free. Jesus loved them, and He knew that they loved Tipper. Isn’t it wonderful to know that the Lord Jesus cares for something like a black and white sheep dog, and getting him home again to the little boys and girls who love him? PAGE TWENTY-ONE
“Why, Jane, I can’t go riding now," answered Daddy, " I have to go over to school to teach.” Then he turned to Mommie. "Sometime this morn ing, Mommie, suppose you phone the sheriff’s office and see if -any lost dogs, or any that have been run over have been reported.” Mommie nod ded. She would do it right after breakfast. The sheriff was sorry to hear about Tip, but he had no report of any sheep dog having been found or run over. All day long Becky, the twins and Annette looked for Tip. They called and called, and when Jane, Jon and Joe came home from school they called and whistled and looked, too. Mommie went to the front door sev eral times hoping Tip might be curled up asleep on the porch. But he wasn’t. Wednesday morning came all clear and frosty. Mommie made a little extra mush for Tipper’s breakfast just as she always did. Then she re- MAY, 1947
cause He wants always to do what is best for us, He does not at all times answer our prayers in just the way we want Him to. And so if He does not send Tipper home, we know that it is not His will to do so, and that it would not be the best thing for us, even if we cannot under stand the reason.” Then Daddy asked everybody to bow their heads and right there in the middle of the big kitchen he asked the Lord Jesus again to send Tipper home soon if it were His will. Mommie wondered about Tip all day long. Somehow she knew he wasn’t lost. Someone must have tied him up. Thursday came and there was still no sign of the children’s pal for whom they wished so longingly. Mommie said to Daddy, " I f that dog doesn't get away soon, and come
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