ADIFERENTLOK T wo l i t t l e girls wanted to help mother. So mother sent them into the garden to gather some roses for the table. One soon came running back crying and said, “ I just can’t cut roses; they are full of thorns and they hurt me.” Later the other girl came in with a lovely bouquet of long-stemmed roses. “Why, how could you get them?” said mother. “ Didn’t the thorns hurt you too?” “Yes, a little, but I kept thinking how happy you would be when you saw these lovely flowers and I looked more at the blossoms than at the thorns,” As we go through life we can be happy and thankful if we look for the right things.” Each day God gives us many bless ings, and if we fail to see them it is because we are busy thinking of self. Pen Pals Dear Sir: I would like to be a pen-pal with a girl of the age of about 12. I like horse riding and training, piano, and Bible study. I would like the person to live in Wyoming, Idaho, or some other Western state. I am 12, blond, blue eyes, medium height. Thank you very much and I leave closing with the Lord at my side. (signed) Shirley Walenta 702 - 23 St. Belleville, Kansas VACAT ION JUMBLED WORDS Since we have had some months for vacation, correctly arrange the letters in the following jumbled words and you will have a list of places or things that you might enjoy on your vaca tion. Connect the correct words with the scriptures listed: 1. err + vis ... Mark 6:1 2. tom -)- nan + ui ... Hebrews 4:10 3. e + avy ... John 21:3 4. e 4- vai ... Psalms 1:3 5. tr + see ... Mark 6:45 6. e + as ... John 21:1 7. sip + h ... Exodus 15:27 8. r + set ... I Samuel 22:1 9. try nuco ... Isaiah 40:4 10. fig + his + n ... Mark 6:46
A LITTLE CHILD SHALL LEAD THEM G y p s y S mith , the evangelist, told this lovely story at one of his meetings. He had been speaking at a certain place on the new birth (John 3). At the close of the meeting, the altar call was given. Among those who came forward to believe on the Lord Jesus as Saviour was a young lad of ten. Cy'psy Smith watched this boy as he went into the inquiry room. He re membered that when he came to the Lord, no one seemed to have any in terest in him, thinking he was only a poor gypsy boy. So he determined that the boy should know that there was some one who cared. Gypsy Smith went into the inquiry room and knelt by the lad. “Why are you here, sonny?” the evangelist asked him; and through his tears, the boy replied, “ I heard you speaking on the new birth — I don’t know much about it, but I do want to be bom again.” Then Gypsy Smith pointed him to the Lord Jesus who died on the cross in his place and stead. After a while, the lad said, “ I think I see it — first you bring yourself to Jesus, then you leave yourself with Jesus and keep going on.” “ Yes, that’s it,” said Gypsy Smith, and the lad went away rejoicing in his new-found Saviour. But the next night, the evangelist found him in the inquiry room again, his eyes shining like stars. “Why, sonny,” the Gypsy said, “ I thought you received Jesus as your Saviour last night.” “ I did,” the lad replied. “ Then why are you here tonight?” “ I came to bring my mother.” The next night, he was in the in quiry room a third time. “ Sonny, why are you here again to night?” “ Oh, I came tonight to bring my grandfather.” Three generations were won for the Lord because a little boy, who found the Lord Jesus as his Saviour, became a personal worker in his own home. “Whosoever shall confess me before men, him will I also confess before my Father which is in heaven” (Matt. 10:32).
OUR TREASURE by Esther Bonander
Jesus took our baby home The minute he was born. He went so swift on angel wings, Our heaven to adorn. He had no time to linger long In this old world of woe. Our Saviour said, "Come right up here." And so he had to go. We planned and made so many things, So dainty and real soft. Our hearts were tender as we worked. We prayed for him so oft. We almost knew he'd be a boy To cherish and to love. And he would learn to love us, too With cooings like a dove. We planned to carry him to church, His little mind to mold. We dreamed of sending him to school, When he would be that old. We wanted him to live for God, To serve Him throughout life, To be a winner of lost souls. To help men in their strife. But now our dreams are shattered, Our plans have turned to dust, We laid our baby in the ground, Of course we knew we must. Our hearts are deep in sorrow, Our eyes are filled with tears, We miss our little fellow. We know we will for years. But as we sit and meditate A voice so soft and sweet. In kindly tones and meaningful, Comes gently us to meet. "You know that where your heart is, Your treasure too will be, And so 1 took the best you had. Up here to be with me. I've called you to my service, To bring to men relief, I know that now you'll understand, When others are in grief. It will increase your service, To know where of you speak. For you have walked this way your self. You, too, were spent and weak." We humbly linger at His feet, We know that He is right. And 'as our day, our strength shall be.' We go forth in His might. / wrote this poem through falling tears. Our daughter and son-in-law have just gone into the ministry. This was a trying blow in the beginning of their career. Sincerely, The grandmother of the little baby who went home so soon. —Esther Bonander
SEPTEMBER, 1961
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