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Darwin and finding him reading Hebrews. They talked of the Bible, which he de scribed as ‘a royal book.* Lady Hope spoke of the creation and mourned the treatment that the Genesis account of it had received at the hands of some. Dar win seemed greatly distressed, and he fairly wrung his hands as a look of agony .came over his face. “ ‘I was a young man,’ he said, ‘with unformed ideas, I' threw out queries, suggestions, wondering all the time about everything. The ideas took like wildfire. People made a religion of them. Oh, if I could only undo it!’ “A few weeks after, he went to his re ward.” Your children will meet this false teaching. Are you preparing them for it and like untruths? The only way is to make it your first business that they know the Word of God about all these things, before Satan and his ministers fill their pure, recep tive minds and hearts with destructive falsehoods.^ Above all, help them, by the Holy Spirit, to realise the Lord Jesus. Then they will want to know Him and cannot help loving and giving themselves to Him. — o — He Always Answers “Be careful for (anxious about) noth ing but in everything, by prayer and sup plication with thanksgiving let your re-: quests be made known unto God” (Phil. 4:6). When you have a want or need, Tell God, tell God. Every prayer He’ll hear and heed; Tell God, tell God. The Bamboo trees in the heart of the forest heard, day after day, distant sounds of men’s voices and blows as of an axe, followed by the crashing sound of fall ing trees. At length the voices came near enough for the Big Bamboo and his neighbors to hear what was being said. A quiver went through them, for all the trees that were perfect and large enough were to be cut down and taken to the village to be laid upon the ground, so that water from a mountain spring could run through. The water was sorely need ed, for the spring near by had dried up during the long and terrible heat that was causing children and old people to die in great numbers. The Bamboo trees were to pipe the water to the village from a spring in the hills. A fine young tree near the Big Bamboo said in terror, “Oh, I wish I had not grown so fast. I was so proud. But if I am to be cut down, what is the good of being straight and tall? I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die!’’ And he rocked to and fro in great fear. The Big Bamboo stood very still, know ing that he would be taken. But he seemed 'unafraid. “Are you not afraid?” at last asked the Younger Bamboo, “No,” said the big brother quietly. “But they will surely take you, for you are so strong and tall and perfect.”
Should He give, ’tis best for you; Praise God, praise God, Should he not, He still is true; Praise God, praise God. Tell to God your every need, And thank Him as you pray; For He will surely answer In His own great way. —From “Glad Songs.” Muriel had a visitor, and the great pleasure of the afternoon was to be a ride in the pony cart that belonged to the little hostess. But soon after lunch, it began to rain. And it rained, and rained, and . rained. The children were disap pointed. But finally Muriel said happily, “I’ll ask God to make it stop raining.” The little visitor said, “He won’t an swer.” . “Oh yes, He will,” said the other con fidently. So, closing her eyes, she said, “Please, God, make it stop raining. Amen.” But it rained, and rained, and rained. “I told you He wouldn’t answer,” said the young skeptic. “I’ll ask Him again,” was the reply. “Please, God, make it stop raining, so that we may have a ride in the pony cart. Amen.” But it rained, and rained, and rained. “I told you He wouldn’t answer,” said the little visitor again. After a -moment’s serious thought, the little Christian said brightly, “But He did!. He said, ‘No,’ and He always has a good reason.” Muriel’s mother had heard the conver sation, and you may be sure that she made the afternoon such a happy one for her trusting^ little daughter and her guest that the missed ride was not mourned over. ' “I ana glad I am strong and tall, and I hope I am perfett, for then I can carry much water to the children and the moth ers in the village.” “But you will die” said the other. . “Yes, I shall die, but they shall live.” Just then the black men began to chop at the roots of the Big Bamboo, and each blow sent a shiver and a sigh through the whole length of him. Soon he lay up on the ground, and the Younger Bamboo seemed to hear, through the rending crash of his fall, the words, “They will live. They will live.” The woodsmen then turned to the Younger Bamboo, and he felt himself shaking, to his very roots. But after a few minutes, they left him unhurt, ex cept for the loss of a few leaves that Were torn from him by the'Big Bamboo as he fell. This vexed him, for he was both vain and selfish. The Big Bamboo, with many others, was taken from the forest. Soon the clear cold water from the hills was cours ing through them into the village, and the people sang for joy. Not long after, a great storm swept through the forest and many trees were torn up by the roots. Among them was the Younger Bamboo. As he lay, broken and dying, he thought of the Big Bamboo who had died, too, but who, because he had given his life, helped little children and men and women to live.
Golden Words “That I may know IIIM ”—“that the world may know.”
Dear Juniors, I have just received a letter from my dear friend, Miss Margaret Fraser, of British Columbia, that I think you would be interested in, too. It makes me feel that we are not doing much in the way of Bible verse memorization, even if we learn the Memory Four—and of course we are doing more than- that! If you realize how valuable a business this is, I am sure you will not let these “back- woods” children, whom I am going to tell you about, score on you any longer. But perhaps you are learning—really mem orizing—a verse every day. For that is what they are doing. Miss Fraser says, “Eleven children memorized an average of 385 verses in one month, and that is really more than one a day.” She and others are workers of the Sunday School Mission of British Columbia. They go into the interior and the thinly settled parts of the province, where villages and churches are few. Where there is no Sunday-school, they plant one. What stories they tell of the roads they have to travel—sometimes hav ing to leave the car and walk long dis tances in a strange locality; sometimes welcomed, sometimes not; but never dis couraged of weary of, though they may be—surely are occasionally—weary in the work. They conduct vacation Bible schools in the summer, and the pupils range from three to fifteen years of age. What can a baby learn, you may wonder. Miss Fraser wonders sometimes what to do with them. But a Sunday-school in Azusa, Calif., has helped her to solve the problem of these little ones who must go to school with their big sister, or she cannot go herself. A bundle of Sunday- school papers with lovely colored pictures is now on the way. This is the lot not used by the primary class. The babies in British Columbia will love them, to look at and to cut out. Lovingly, Your Editor. I am giving you below a condensed nar rative relating to a fact that has come my way again, as it has had the habit of do ing for several years. It is a fact not generally known, I find. It has to do with evolution and the originator of the “idea,”: as the author himself styled it. This evil teaching is the great menace of the youth of today, being taught, as it is, in the educational institutions of the world and in some churches. Satan, the deceiver, has broadcast the lie. He must laugh at the “wise” .of earth, who swal low the silly, not to say blasphemous “idea,” showing that the natural man pre fers any lie to God and His truth. The truth concerning Darwin’s retraction of his “idea,” ^Satan would, as is his manner, keep hidden if he could. The following story comes to hand this time in Living Links, an English magazine. “In a Los Angeles Bible school, Lady Hope, of England, told of calling upon — rO — Parents and Teachers
A Parable of Trees
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