June, 1942
THE K I N G ’ S BUS I NE S S
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Junior King's Business By MARTHA S. HOOKER Member of Faculty, Bible Institute of Los Angeles
ness. Turning to her husband, she said anxiously, “Do you think they are all right, David?” “I’m sure they are, Cynthia. The most we can do is trust them to the Lord’s care and be thankful that the searching party is out doing their best. I’m so glad we thought of ask ing their help. We never could have found them ourselves.” Dr. Evenson did not wish to tell his wife how very sick she had been—so ill thai he did not dare to leave her alone in the cabin even now. Rising from his chair near the fire place, he stirred the dying embers and placed more pine logs on the fire.' Soon the whole room was filled with glowing firelight, which lighted even the shadowy corners, and the ligljt of the Lord’s presence in the hearts of the two parents drove away'their doubts. • * * Out on the distant path in the dark ness, Larry smothered a yawn. “Won der what time it is?” “It must be getting pretty late, be cause the moon is straight above us now,” answered Sharon. After they had gone on some dis tance farther, the trail became so nar row that they had to go single file, Larry leading the way.- Pausing a minute, Larry looked up through the trees. “ I believe it must be all cloudy again, Sharon. Haven’t you noticed that it’s darker again?” “Yes, I was just noticing. I do hope it doesn’t rain.” Once more the trees began to move restlessly in the r i s i n g wind. Except for the rustling of the leaves, there was a strange and tense Silence. Then away in the distance there came to the twins’ ears a low rumble, fol lowed by a faint flash of light. Unconsciously Larry and Sharon quickened their steps, dreading the thought of being caught in a storm. The low rumble soon became an almost deafening roar, and the faint light changed to blind ing flashes.’ The frightened twins moved forward s l o w l y , their hands clasped tightly. At each flash of lightning they could see quite plainly their surroundings — the narrow path leading i n t o the darkness, and the trees made ’ghostly by the light. Silently they prayed for God’s care and keeping.' Suddenly there was a flash which seemed to penetrate even the thickest part of the forest. Just ahead of them, the chil- dfen saw a huge old spruce tree. Sharon slackened her steps.
THE TWINS’ SONG By J anet L. W heeler
H URRYING down the trail, the Evenson twins finally came to the edge of the fast-darkening woods. The wind was rising, and the clouds were threatening rain any min ute. Taking Sharon’s hand, Larry drew her oyer beside a sheltering old pine treç. “Sharon, it’s getting darker all the time,” he said, “and it may rain before long. We lost a lot of time taking the wrong trail after we' left the grocery store, but now that we’ve found the old sawmill, we know which way to go. We’ll be back at camp be fore morning. You aren’t afraid, are you?" ' “No, Larry, because I know the Lord Jesus is with us, and He will lead us back all right.” She paused for a moment, then looked up at her broth er, “Larry, let’s ask Him to guide us the rest of the way to camp because it’s going to be awfully hard finding the way in the dark.” “All right, and I guess we need those two mottoes Aunt Lynn gave us for our’ last birthday. Y o u r s was ‘Jesus Never Fails’ and mine was ‘God Answers Prayer.’ ” So there in the darkness, sheltered by their heavenly Father’s love and the towering pine, the twins bowed their heads and raised their prayer to Him. “Dear Father,” began Larry, “ it’s getting so dark and it may be dan- gèrous in the woods at night, so take care of us and lead us just the r i g h t way, so we can get back to camp before morning.” “And,” added Sharon, “please keep Mother and D a d d y from worrying, and let them know we are all right. If it is Thy will, keep it from, raining. Be with us and take care of us. For Jesus’ sake. Amen.” Clasping hands tightly, they entered the woods, making their way slowly along the dark, nar row path. They did not know the way any too well even in daylight, for their f a t h e r had brought them to the c a b i n in these woods only a few days be fore, in the hope that Mother, who had been ill a long time,
m i g h t be able to rest and g a i n strength here, away from the noises of the city. For what seemed hours to them, they moved on in silence. Suddenly there was a crash in the underbrush beside the trail. As the frightened twins stopped dead in their tracks, something soft and furry brushed past them. “Oh, Larrÿ! what was that?” “Probably a deer, frightened by our voices,” said Larry, doing his best to keep his voice steady. Recovering from their fright, they started on again. Before long they could tell that the sky was clearing, because now and then the moonlight filtered through the trees. “ I believe the sky is clearing. {Re member your motto, Larry, ‘God An swers Prayer.’ ” “Yes, and He does.” * . * * Meanwhile, back in the cabin, Mrs. Evenson peered out into thé dark
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