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July 1929
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Radio Ministry It’s rarely we get to know who comprise our audience and where they are located. Here’s a concrete case of encouragement. We learn that on May 29, at the morning hour, a vote was taken in the Veteran’s Hospital—Soldier’s Home, Sawtelle, Calif., and the Tuberculosis Hospital, San Fernando Val ley, as to what station the radio manager should tune in on. Ninety-five per cent voted for K T B I and in the checking-up system they have (individual ear phones), it was reported that 911 of the inmates were listening in to the definite exposition of Scripture of that period. Before the lecturer had finished, a phone request came in from these hospitals that the hymn “I Need Thee Every Hour” be sung, and prayer offered especially for the inmates, to which we gladly responded. Just ponder on this unusual ministry going on from day to day, flung out on the air—so to speak—reaching sometimes many hundreds of miles’ radius, mountains and valleys and ocean stretches. Surely this offers a good in vestment of prayer and money from the Lord’s believing people. Correcting a False Impression Our attention has been drawn to the report of the Jew ish Department on page 134 of the March issue, under the caption “This Jewess Found Her Messiah.” The report leaves the impression that the speaker is a convert of our own Jewish Department. This is not so and we stand corrected. H § j The Songs in th e Fog On the Breton coast, a coast which in the spring and autumn months is so often shrouded with white sea fog, the fisher-girls are wont to gather on the pier-heads and on the shore, when the fishing-boats are due to return to harbor, and guide back their brothers and husbands and lovers by their song. They are not afraid of the fog ; it cannot chill their spirits, or silence their song. So they stand and sing; and through the mist their voices of joy reach those who are longing to be with them, and so they are helped to steer their boats safely into the harbor, even though there are no landmarks to be seen. That is what Christian people ought to he doing to, bring people safely into the heavenly harbor.— The Christian Herald and Signs of Our Times. No More Jazz Music A girl was discovered to have the making of a some what gifted singer. One who was interested in her was dis tressed to find that she was ruining her voice by singing all manner of rubbish. She tried to correct her, but with out getting any heed paid to her correction. Then she hit upon the expedient of taking this girl to hear one of the most celebrated of our vocalists. As she sat there she saw the height and dignity to which the use of the human voice had been elevated, and her own poor unworthy ideas of singing became hideous in her sight. She tore up all her ragtime and jazz music, and from that day she began to learn and progress. “I f any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new."— The Christian Herald and Signs of Our Times.
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As a L ittle Child B y F l o r e n c e N y e W h i t w e l l
ITTLE Sister wished to know about angels. She wished to know about them vociferously. Her head was hot, and she was tired of having poison oak, and she wished she were in heaven right today. What was the trouble, inquired an erect young man who came in hastily from the veranda that overlooked the ocean. It was Uncle Alan’s friend. The little girl on the divan observed him curiously. She had heard Elise and Harold praying with Uncle about him, yesterday. “I ’d rather see Uncle Alan than anyone in the whole world,” she announced. “Do you really like your uncle best?” he asked with so charming a smile that the frowning little face bright ened. “Yes! ’Cause he knows how to be cross to me when I need it.” The philosophical visitor was tempted to soliloquize upon the deep wisdom of children, but he quickly realized that this was not a time for thought but for action. Here was a small person who was to be pacified if possible, and Alan would not be back for an hour. “Why,” asked Little Sister severely, “do you wear your collar that way ?” “What way ?” “Wrong side out!” “You mean ’hind side before, don’t you? Well, I am going to preach a sermon at the Vesper Service today.” “1 wish,” she replied abruptly, “that you were a Bible man.” The stranger flushed. “What can I do to oblige the little princess?” wd'!Thig"retort courteous. “I want to be told about heaven and angels, and Christ most of all,” she answered. “Heaven and angels and Christ,” he repeated musingly. “Well, here is a Bible right here on this table. Now! How does a Bible man go about it ?” “You are nice and p’lite to me, and I was a rude little girl,” said a very shamefaced young “princess.” “You did not mean to be rude, I know. What shall I do first?” “Read me what the Bible says about angels watching over us. And please find the part about my angel.” “Your angel?” “Yes.” “What do you mean, dear child?” “My angel does always behold the face of my Father in heaven, ’cause Jesus said so.” Dr. Dowling cleared his throat. “My dear,” he began rather sonorously, “you are not too young to listen to reason. I have always believed in talking rationally with the young. It is never too early to teach them to think
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