JUN IO R K IN G 'S BUSINESS D o y o u l i k e t o t a l k .-3” as the train pulled out of the station. He was a little fellow in a sailor suit, and he was very busy adjusting the packages which he, his mother, and little sister would be needing on their long trip. His little sister wanted a drink, so his mother took her to get one. “ I’ve never been on a train before in my whole life!” he announced to the passenger across the aisle. “Have you? . . . Oh, you have? Then where do we sleep? I don’t see any room for a bed in here.” “ It’s all folded away above your head there, and when it is time to make your bed, the porter will un lock the place, and it will come down on hinges,” explained the lady. “W ill everybody see me go to bed, and see me sleep?” “No, there will be green curtains to make a little room for you.” “You know about beds on trains, don’t you? Do you want me to come over and talk to you? I like to talk. I think I’d better get over there with you right now, before Mother comes back. She might think you wouldn’t want me, but you do, don’t you?” “ I’d love to have you. Come right over.” “ I’m six, and my name’s Bobby,” he said, as he sat down beside his new asked the little traveler in lower eleven
friend. “ I’m going to have a birth day the very day we get into Chica go. That is the day we will meet my daddy. He is in the . . . guess what?” “ Because of your suit. You want to be like your daddy. Have you ever had your birthday into God’s family so you’ll want to be like Jesus?” “ Oh! Don’t talk about that.” “Why not?” “ Because Mother doesn’t allow me.” “Doesn’t allow you to speak of Je sus?” exclaimed the lady. “Why, Je sus is God’s Son who made a longer trip than you will make. He came all the way from heaven to die for you. He died for me, too. I love Him for that, and for giving me everlasting life. I f anything should happen to my body, I’d go right straight to be with Jesus.” “W ell!” gasped Bobby as he flopped back against the seat. “That’s what I have been wanting to know about.” Then the traveler drew out a Bi ble. “What’s that?” “ A Bible. Have you ever seen one before?” “No. But Jean said that her moth er reads it all the time.” “Who’s Jean?” “ She’s the little new girl that “ In the Navy, of course!” “How could you guess?”
moved into the apartment house where we were. She sings about Je sus and knows verses. She knows ‘God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son . . .’ Say! Is that what you’re talking about?” “ Exactly.” With this, the lady took from her handbag a magic slate, and quickly drew a circle on it. “ This circle,” she explained,, “ is marked with a ‘D ’ for death, and every one who is ever born on this earth is in this circle of death. There is only one way out. There is one Door — Jesus.” “ Oh, I know! Jean sings a song about ‘One door and only one.’ Is that what you mean?” “Yes, it is,” his companion agreed. Then she continued, “You see this little door has the cross in the middle of it.” “ Is that the cross where Jesus was?” “Yes, He died there for you, Bob by. You see, Satan is the one who keeps boys and girls and men and women in the circle of death. But when Christ died, He became the Door out of the death circle. If you will take Him as your Saviour, you will come out of the circle, and through the Door into everlasting life; and there is nothing Satan can do about it.” “ Then Satan will never get me again?”
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by Evelyn M . McClusky
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THE KING'S BUSINESS
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