Now the Lord has given us plenty to do. We can go in for athletics or we can go in for making money. When I was a boy about 14 or 15 years old, I had a playmate. His name was Frank. He would never come and play with us. We would go out and play “Run Sheep Run.” Of course they don’t do it that way any more but the older'ones will remember all those games. We' used to play them at night. He wouldn’t come out and play but he’d LEADING A CHILD TO CHRIST "Dear Mother," said a little maid, "Please whisper it to me— Before I am a Christian, How old ought I to be?" "How old ought you to be, dear child, Before you can love me?" I always loved you, Mother mine. Since I was tiny wee." " I love you now and always will," The little daughter said. And on her mother's shoulder laid Her golden, curly head. "How old, my girlie, must you be, Before you trust my care?" "Oh, Mother dear, I do, I do— I trust you everywhere." "How old ought you to be, my child, To do the things I say?" The little girl looked up and said, " I can do that today." "Then you can be a Christian, too, Don't wait till you are grown. Tell Jesus now you'll come to Him, To be His very own." Then as the little maid knelt down And said, "Lord, if I may, I'd like to be a Christian now," He answered, "Yes, TODAY." come out with a pickle bottle with some potassium cyanide in it and go out under the arc lights and get bugs. Boy he was buggy! He was getting bugs everywhere, all kinds of bugs and putting them in this bottle and of course the potassium cyanide killed them. One time I said to Frank, don’t you come and play with us, You know
boys like to play and we’d love to have you on our side playing shinny or something like that.” He said, “I’ll tell you Walter you can waste your time shinnying if you want to and playing ‘Run Sheep Rim,’ but I’m go ing to study bugs. I’m going to know more about bugs than anybody in the whole state and I’m going to get so many bugs that people in the colleges will hunt me up and give me my own salary because I know so much about bugs.” Of course he didn’t know about ethnology those days. All he knew was bugology and do you know what hap pened? When that boy got to be about 20, he knew so much about bugs and the different varities and how they were made and their habits that he was getting a wonderful salary and then as he grew older and could investigate people he got a wonderful salary. Why that boy made more money than any of us kids who were out there playing ball or “Rim Sheep Run” or anything else. He really was learning something, getting somewhere. But unfortunately he had no time for the Lord, not at all. He was so busy studying bugs. He nev er learned about the One who made the bugs. Now somebody had to make the bugs — O, how complicated they are. How would you like to make a mosquito. Of course you wouldn’t make one I’m sure but suppose you could. Wouldn’t you like to start the job making a mosquito or a fly? You know a fly has 6 legs and each leg is hollow and then he walks at the end of each leg. Up at the top of it there’s a little sack of glue and when the fly puts his foot down, he sticks to the pane of glass or wherever he is with a little spot of glue. How would you like to make that kind of a thing, or an elephant. How would you like that? You see beloved God lets you go in for athletics or business or bugology. I studied bones when I was a boy. Whenever I found a bone I brought it home and put it in the cellar and tried to match it up with some other bones. I was as busy as I (continued on next page) 23
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