A Day in a Bible Institute A Student of the Bible Institute of Los Angeles Tells tbe Story of a Fellow Student Covering Just One Day
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low. Some of them were practising an anthem in th e Social Hall, whence th e harmony of th eir clear, sweet voices floated upward, * blending exquisitely w ith the shimmering moonlight. Oi Ying’s musical ear noted w ith delight th e glorious strain s: “Holy, Holy, Holy, is th e Lord of H o sts;” and her h ea rt was lifted on th e waves of music in adoring praise. Softly humm ing the anthem to herself she paced slowly back and fo rth across the roof, gazing in rap tu re upon th e sta rry sky. At length, as th e music ceased, Oi Ying paused in her walk and w ithdrew into h er favourite nook— the swing— in full view of th e moonlit mountains, and gave herself up to h er g reatest delight: the review of h er day in silent commun ion w ith God. How sweet indeed it was, afte r all th e turm oil and strain of th e long nours, to be thu s alone w ith Him: to ta lk over, in childlike confidence, all of th e day’s happenings; to ask His forgiveness for all th e m istakes, His wisdom for th e perplexities, His streng th for her weak ness, His tender com fort for all the heartache, and to h ear His loving: “Well done, My child” for every earnest effort she had made to be well-pleasing in His dear eyes. • Thus, h ea rt to h eart w ith Him, in reverential joy, little Oi Ying lived over m editatively th e hours she had spent since dawn. A Day’s Doings W hat an in teresting day it had been! S ix-thirty had found her, carefully dressed a fte r her invigorating shower and exercise, here in her same dear swing, her open Bible in her lap, for her morning “ quiet hour.” P romptly a t 7.10 she had joined th e procession of
The kind elevator man In th e Women’s Hotel of th e Bible In stitu te smiled knowingly. “Ah, Mrs. Wu! You are going up star-gazing again, are you?” “Mebbe so, Mr. Merry! We see! But tru ly I stay to-night fifteen min utes only,” Laughingly, little Mrs. Wu Ol Ying stepped out of th e elevator a t th e top floor and bounded lightly up th e sta ir way to th e roof-garden. She pushed open th e heavy iron door, th en drew a breath of ecstacy. The full moon poured its silvery ligh t upon th e calla lilies; and th e fragrance of roses and honeysuckle filled th e air. The star* gleamed brilliantly, and to night they seemed so near, especially the Evening S tar lying low on th e hori zon ju s t above th e snow-capped moun tains. Down below— a sea of spark ling radiance— th e lights of th e g reat city of Los Angeles circled far on every side. They were very b righ t and beau tifu l— like tw inkling fire-flies— b u t Oi Ying had no tim e for them to-night. These few precious moments were all she had in the whole day for commun ion w ith her Lord. Eagerly, th e re fore, she drew back from th e p arapet th a t all these city lights m ight be blot ted out, and w ith them th e city’s dis cordant din; and th a t she herself m ight find new streng th and peace of soul, under the silent stars,— alone w ith God! She glanced around hu rried ly to make sure. Ah yes, how good! She had th e roof-garden all to herself. No doubt th e o th e r girls were still study ing in th e ir rooms or in th e lib rary be
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