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I feel better. I’m g o i n g over to Scuppy’s and tell him about it. lie wants Jesus, too, but he didn’t want to come and ask.” -He vanished into the dusk, and Bill turned to Candace, his face radiant. “Candace,” he said softly, “now I understand the jpy of leading a soul to know the Saviour. But if it hadn’t been for you I’d never have had this joy. It was your idea for a Bible story hour that started this:” “Oh,‘ Bill, I’m so glad I can share in it a little. But I don’t want to take any credit. The Lord led us together, that’s all.” “Yes,” Bill repeated, lingering over the words, “the Lord led us.” Later as he walked home in the warm summer evening, he paused to lift his eyes to the sky—with a thank fulness which was scarcely articulate —to the God who takes, those who cannot preach and cannot sing and uses them in wondrous ways. be so foolish as to wear such an em blem while at work in a government office. The woman explained that she wore the emblem because of the curs ing which she heard in the office in which she worked. She took this means of rebuking those who were taking the name of the Lord in vain; and, she explained, she also wore the pin with the hope and prayer that it might point them to the Lamb of God who taketh away the sins of the world. If the reporters had possessed any sense of fair play, they would have recbgnized that the woman assuredly had a right to wear such a pin, whether or not they agreed with her purpose or sympathized with her dis like of profanity. No one laughs at those who wear pins, emblems, and signs, reading, “Slap the Jap,” “Remember Pearl Harbor,” or “I Am an American.” No Christian will question the need and desirability to make it known in every way possible that we are Amer icans, and that ,we are proud of it. But, in this crisis, we need the Cross as well as the Flag. We need the Bible in the hearts of the people, as well as defense bonds in their safety- deposit vaults. We need to proclaim the fact that we are remembering Pearl Harbor, but we need also to make known the fact .that we shall not forget Calvary. A person would be severely rebuked —and rightly—who jeered at a fellow worker wearing a “V for Victory” pin. Why should not a similar rebuke be administered to those who sneer at the wearing of emblems which lift up before the eyes of their fellow workers the cross of Christ? SIGN IFICANCE OF THE NEWS [Continued from Page 324]
package. Bill McKee,” he bowed from the waist, “twenty-two; member of the church across the street; no ac complishments. I’ve been a Christian two years,” he concluded earnestly, “ and have done very little for my Lord in all that time. If He can use me with these kids—well,” Bill’s voice tremblfed a little, “there won’t be a happier person than yours truly.” “I’m sure He has a work for both of us here, Bill,” Candace said warmly, holding out her hand as he got to his feet. “And surely there’s no. more important work to be done than with the children. I’ll see you next Sun day." Bill went off, whistling “Praise Him! Praise Him!” Eight small boys and five little girls were assembled on the Carter veranda when Bill arrived the following Sun day afternoon. Bill helped Mr. Carter move the piano out onto the porch. “But I can’t lead a song service,” Bill said hoarsely to Candace, when she appeared. “I sing like a crow, and I can’t .carry a tune.” “That’s where I come in, silly.” Bill wiped his forehead and sat down, feeling a bit dubious a!s to how the male element of the group would take to it song service. Then Candace sat down at the piano and began to sing in a clear soprano. The children joined in, and Bill stopped worrying about whether they’d like to sing, and wondered how the neighbors were lik ing it. There was absolute quiet, however, when he began, in his own McKee style, the story of David;and ©oliath. When it was finished the children •epeated after him, phrase by phrase, Ibis simple closing prayer. Candace, who had tactfully disappeared into the house when Bill began his story, reappeared with ice cream and cake, and the success of the afternoon was assured. The next week there were sixteen in the class. Candace taught the children a new chorus, and a mem ory verse, and Bill related the story of the little man who had to climb a tree to see Jesus. Week by week the class grew. Bill began to find it necessary to study to keep up' with the demands of the project. Then, discovering an eve ning class in Child Evangelism at a nearby Bible School, he and Candace attended it together one evening a week. It was here they learned about the value of object lessons in chil dren’s work, and they spent hours preparing the materials for these les sons. “ All my life I’ve wanted brothers and sisters,” sighed Candace one eve ning, when Bill had called to lay plans for the- coming Sunday, “ but that void has been filled this sum mer—”
IF YOUR MAGAZINE IS LATE THE KING'S BUSINESS is due from the press on the twenty- fifth of each month. If your copy does not arrive before the end of the month, the reason is that government orders have neces sarily yrkep priority over all other work. Please allow at least two weeks for late delivery. “Yes?” prompted Bill. “Yes, f i l l e d by our Story Hour. Those-youngsters have come to be like little brothers and sisters to me.” “Oomph! I’m deflated. I thought you were going to say I had filled the void.” • Candace made a little face at him. “But seriously, Bill, don’t you feel that your life has been fuller and richer because of the class?” / “Yes, of course,” Bill said soberly. “I think this has been the happiest summer of my life. I can’t thank God enough for giving me this share in His work.” ‘-‘Can I come in?” interrupted a small voice at the screen door. “Well, Well, if it isn’t our star pupil. Come in, Jackie, of course.” “Mr. Bill, I want to ask you a ques tion.” Jackie hesitated. “Yes?’ i Go ahead, Jackie. I like to answer questions.” “You said last Sunday that any one could belong *to' the Lord Jesus if they’d just open their hearts to Him.. I want Him to come into my heart, but I don’t exactly know how to in vite Him.” With a fast-beating heart, Bill opened his Testament to Revelation 3:20. “Look at this verse, Jack. It says, ‘Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I wiil come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.’ Now, do you remember what our m e m o r y verse ,was last week?” “God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that who soever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life,” re- pited Jackie. “That’s it, Jackie; it’s just believing, and He says He will come in. Now will you kneel down with me, and tell the Lord Jesus that you’ve given yourself to Him, and that you'll love Him and follow Him always, and t h a n k Him for coming into your heart?” They knelt in prayer, and when they arose, Jack said matter-of-factly, “He came into my heart, I could tell.
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