October 1932
T h e K i n g ’ s B u s i n e s s
442
“ If that poor child in the kitchen is trying to do what she can, I wonder if I ami I’ll make it twenty-five.” And perhaps Georgia’s guardian angel said to another angel, “ Georgia Willis gave twenty-five dollars to our dear people in India today.” “ Twenty-five dollars!” said the other an gel. “Why I thought she was poor!” “ Oh, well, she is poor, but her Father in heaven isn’t poor, you know. She did what she could, and He did the rest.” But Georgia knew nothing about all this, and the next morning she brightened her knives and sang cheerily, “ In this world is darkness, W e must shine, You in your small corner, And I in mine.” — S ilent E vangelist . God so loved you that He gave His only begotten Son that whosoever (meaning you) believeth on Him should not perish (be lost) but have everlasting life? If you believe this verse, dear Juniors, look, up to God your Heavenly Father and thank Him for His best Gift to you, the Lord Jesus, and rejoice in that you now have EVER LAST ING LIFE. K. Y. B. C. The following have read through the Gospel of John and are now members of the Know Your Bible Club: Loren Zook, Santa Ana, Calif.; Rose May Mason, Margaret Springer, Carolyn Vanderpael, Marriette Atwood, Gertrude Stethers, Betty Thrasher, Manly Black man, Burr Glassinger, Richard Lord, Carl Glassinger, Kenneth Schoanover, and Doris Harding, Sayre, Pa. The Juniors from Sayre, Pa., were in terested in our K. Y. B. Club through our good friend, Mrs. F. H. Randall. New Testament Arithmetic Problems I. TO : the number of blind men who cried out to Jesus one day........... ..(Matt. 9:27). A D D : The number o f cubits that Jesus said we could not add to our stature by worrying................. (Matt. LITTLE CORNERS that day, might have said, “ She hath done what she could,” and He gave the blessing. “ I believe I won’t go to walk today,” said Helen, hesitatingly, ,‘T’ll finish that dress of Mother’s. I suppose I can if I think so.” “Why, child, are you here sewing?” her mother said. “I thought you had gone to walk.” “No, Mother, this dress seemed to be in my corner, so I thought I would finish it.” “ In your corner,” her mother repeated in surprise, and then Helen told her about the knives. The doorbell rang, and the mother went thoughtfully to receive her pastor. “I suppose I could give more,” she said to herself as she slowly took out the ten dollars that she had laid aside for missions. Jesus’ Invitation to the Children of the World “ Suffer little children to come unto me.” Who gave the children this wonderful in vitation? Did He say, “ Suffer the English children to come,” or did He say, “ Suffer the American children to come, and forbid them not” ? _ Supposing He had said, “ Suffer the lit tle Chinese children, and forbid them not,” all the other children of the world would have been left out of Jesus’ invitation. W e are glad that He didn’t invite the chil dren of just one country, o f one tongue, or one color. W e are glad that Jesus wel comes all the children—yes, and all the peoples of the world. Acrostic You may make your own acrostic for October. Write O -C -T -O -B -E -R in your notebook, then choose verses beginning with each letter. I have suggested some verses, but you may choose others: Talking Together Among the letters that came this month, one especially made us very happy. It was from one o f our Junior readers, Rachel Hewitt, of Pennsylvania. Rachel has re cently accepted the Lord Jesus as her Sav iour, and in her letter, she said, “ I received Him six months ago, and it certainly gives me great joy to live and work for Him.” This is our heart’s desire and prayer for each o f you dear members of the K ing ’ s B usiness family—that you might know the Lord Jesus as your Saviour, the One who died for you on the cross o f Calvary. In your little red book, the Gospel of John, turn to the third chapter and the six teenth verse. This is a verse you have re peated many times, isn’t it? Read it again thoughtfully and prayerfully. Read it as though God were speaking directly to you. You may write your own name in the verse, for it is meant for you. Above the words “world” and “ whosoever,” write your own name. Then read the verse again aloud. Isn’t it wonderful—and it is true—that O — Psa. 95 :1 C — Col. 3:20. T — Psa. 37:3 O — Psa. 119:18 B — Matt. 5 :8 E — Prov. 20:11 , ' R — 1 Thess. 5:16 eorgia W illis , who helped in the kit chen, was rubbing the knives. Some- . body had been careless and let one get rusty, but Georgia rubbed with all her might, rubbed and sang softly, “ In this world is darkness, W e must shine, You in your small corner, And I in mine.” “What do you rub at them knives for ever fo r?” Mary said. Mary was the cook. “ Because they are in my corner,” Geor gia said brightly. “ ‘You in your small cor ner,’ you know, ‘and I in mine.’ I’ll do the best I can. That’s all I can do.” “ I wouldn’t waste my strength,” Mary said. “ I know no one will notice.” “Jesus will,” said Georgia. And then she sang again, “You in your small corner, And I in mine.” “ This steak is in my corner, I suppose,” said Mary to herself. “If that child must do what she can, I suppose I must. I f He knows about knives, it’s likely He does about steak.” And she broiled it beauti fully. “ Mary, the steak was very nicely done today,” Miss Emma said. “ That’s all because of Georgia,” said Mary, with a pleased red face. And then she told about the knives. Miss Emma was ironing ruffles. She was tired and very warm. “ Helen will not care whether they are nicely fluted or not,” she said. “ I’ll hurry over them.” A fter she heard about the knives, she did her best. “How beautifully my dress is done,” said Helen. Emma, laughing, answered, “That is owing to Georgia.” And then she told about the knives. “ No,” said Helen to her friend, who urged, “ I really cannot go with you this evening. I am going to prayer meeting. My corner is there.” “Your corner 1 What do you mean?” Then Helen told about the knives. “Well,” said the friend, “ if you will not go with me, perhaps I will go with you.” And they went to the prayer meeting to gether. “ You helped us ever so much with the singing this evening,” their pastor said to them as they were going home. “ I was afraid you wouldn’t be here.” “ It was owing to our Georgia,” said Helen. “ She seemed to think she must do what she could, if it was only knives.” Then she told him the story o f the knives. “I believe I will go in here again,” said the minister, stopping before a poor little house. “ I said yesterday there was no use, but I must do what I can.” In the house, a sick* man lay dying. Again and again, the minister had called, but the man wouldn’t listen to him. But to night the minister said, “ I have come to tell you a little story.” Then he told him about Georgia Willis, about her knives and her little corner, and her doing what she could. And the sick man wiped the tears from his eyes and said, “ I’ll find my corner, too. I’ll try to shine for Him.” The sick man was Georgia’s father. Jesus, looking down at Georgia Willis
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