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AROUND THE KING’S TABLE [Continued from page 469] I saw men who were rejoicing in Christ and who knew how to smile. I know of Communist workers who received from $20 to $300 a week. I used to eat T-bone steaks when I worked for the Communists, but I would rather live on sandwiches and have Jesus with me.” At an Institute meet ing on Sunday afternoon, October 24, John gave his testimony that “Jesus saves.” There were Communists in the audience, and John recognized them. With holy boldness, he told the story of what Jesus Christ had done for him, and expressed his purpose to wholly serve Christ. Our earnest prayer and expectation is that the Lord will make John a burning and a shining light and use him to the sal vation of many precious undying souls. May we unitedly pray to that end. Be cause fierce spiritual opposition will assail the convert who makes a bold stand for Christ, let us pray that God will protect this witness for His own glory. John stands in great need of that support which other Christians can give him through in tercessory prayer. May this man’s testi mony also remind us of the fact that no case is too hard for our Lord. He is able to save to the uttermost! out speech for many hours. However, he has had wit to arrange for the betrothal to take place here tomorrow. No more do I say, “My head is bloody but unbowed,” for I bow it and my heart also to my Teacher, the Lord Christ. Your cross, dear Saviour—let me bear it with quiet and courage, with none knowing perhaps, only You. I can write no more and my heart fills very full. Again and again thoughts of stubborn resistance pretend comfort for me, but I turn from them. J un e 22 I can but wish that my Journal could personify and peep then into my hidden soul. Four people came this afternoon for the marriage arranging, the friend of Uncle and wife, the mother and the girl. It was dark day and raining ofttimes though not so hot as before. I remained still in my room calming my beating heart with sin cere prayer to Christ. There seemed to feel on my bowed head the pressing of His Hand, and I held more understanding of Him than ever before in my Christian life. Then slowly I donned the black over kimono, crested for the house of Tajima, my father’s name and mine. With dignity as possible I walked into the formal room, bowing to the floor, then seated on a cushion saying nothing. So great hum was in my ears that I could not hear to the words floating around. At last I lifted sad eyes. The girl was sitting opposite to me. She appeared to be very fair with little curls of hair around her lovely face. As I looked at her, she raised eyes like frightened deer caught by the hunter. My startled spirit sent to my lips one swift little smile. For it was Miss JINSABURO LIFTS HIS CROSS [Continued from page 476]
of strength. “Let’s pray. Let’s begin our engagement by asking the Lord that Mr. Aaronson be saved—in spite of the way I fumbled.” Esther had never heard Wes pray as he did that evening. How he adored the Lord; how he pleaded with Him to save others, especially Mr. Aaronson! “It’s Satan who seeks to sidetrack us in this work of witnessing for Christ,” Wes ob served in his prayer. “He wants us to be vague. He’s satisfied when we try to work in our own strength, and he’s glad when we fail to use the Word of God, be cause he knows it’s a two-edged sword wielded against him. But, Lord—” the strong young voice was triumphant, “Thou hast said, ‘Greater is he that is in you, than he that is in the world,’ and we be lieve it. May the Holy Spirit use the Word of God to bring Life to Joel Aaronson.” When Weston concluded his prayer, Esther’s eyes were wet. Within a day, God had answered two prayers of hers! The next morning a nervous little Jew walked up and down in the waiting room of the hospital. He punched his hands into each other and moaned and paced the floor. Finally he pulled a watch from his pocket and exclaimed something in Yid dish. Then: “Nine thirty, and the store not open yet! O yoyah yoyie." He grabbed his hat and started out, then stood hesi tant, as a frightened animal might do, won dering which way to run next. Looking up, he saw Wes coming toward him, smil ing, confident, “Mr. Aaronson,” the young man said as he grasped his friend’s hand, “God is as eager for you to be born into His family as you are anxious for your son.” “Impossible!” sighed the man. “He’s got plenty of children. I have none! Not one child! Not one!” Weston drew him to a quiet corner of the room. He spoke earnestly—and yet he knew, and Joel Aaronson as he listened knew, too—that it was Another who was using human lips to bring a message of Life. Weston rejoiced as he saw a veil of doubt being torn away and a new light shining, and he distinctly heard the sound of bells though no one else could hear them—bells on priests’ robes in the long ago. “ ‘Whosoever . . . eternal life’ . . . I see! I see!” the jeweler exclaimed, just as the nurse came in to take him to see his tiny son. She saw his happiness but did not know that he was smiling over some thing greater than the birth of his child. When he beheld the babe, his eyes blurred. His son—his own little son! He turned to Weston: “I’ve got a big idea!” he exclaimed. “Some folks give cigars and drinks when a baby is born. But I will give—I will give you a ring myself! I will give three rings for the three of us born! Two for Esther and one for you— and make it a double ring ceremony! Ach! Was any one ever so happy as me!” He chuckled, and added as an afterthought, “Yes, Esther will be happy!” “And there will be joy in heaven.” “Merry Christmas,” said a nurse, bend ing over little Joel. “Foolish words,” said the jeweler. “ ‘Je hovah bless thee’ would be much better!”
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