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Nyundu was in the front when sud denly he saw something that made him stop. The boy just ih back of him bumped into him with an angry “Vika” (what is it?). To stop without warning in the middle of a path, when there is.,£ boy just behind one bearing a load, is bad manners indeed, es- pepially African manners! Without apology Nyundu pointed a finger in the direction of that which had ar rested his attention, and in one breath the boys whispered, "Munguli” (hy ena), hoping that it would prove to be this animal, though fearing that.-It was not. The beast, hearing the stir, lifted his head and looked at them— and the boys cried in scared tones, “Ndumba” (lion). What a terrifying sight he made! His tawny mane was dripping with blood, for when thus interrupted, “Sir Lion” 'was in the midst of having his breakfast. This was not at all a proper time to break in upon the privacy of the king of beasts. A lion likes least to be dis turbed when he is enjoying his “kill.” Tense with anger, and rumbling deep down in his throat with rage, he came slowly toward the boys. And were they scared! It is a fact that if one can quietly face a lion and pray to God, trusting in the Saviour, there is deliverance. Many native Christians in Africa have wonderful testimonies of how the Lord brought them through a “tight place,” as they faced a lion and prayed. The heathen boys in terror whis- * pered, “Let’s run.” But this is the last thing one should do when facing the king of beasts. A boy has two legs. A lion has four legs. Which do you suppose is going to run the faster? Nyundu knew the answer, and there fore he replied, “No, don’t run! Shut your eyes and we’ll pray.” And bare ly could he restrain them from dashing off. Finally, the boys agreed to stand, but not to shut their eyes—Nyundu might do that, but not they. All this time the lion was slowly coming near er. Then at a short distance he stopped and eyed them furiously. Nyundu stood between the two heathen boys and the lion, and quiet ly he closed his eyes and cried to God for deliverance. When he opened his eyes, he found that the lion had turned about, and was moving off in the direction of his interrupted break fast. The boys again whispered, "Now, let’s run!” Again Nyundu’s reply was, "No, not yet.” But as soon as the lion seemed to be concerned once more with his breakfast, the boys began to cautious ly walk away. Hearing the stir, the old iion lifted his head with,a threat ening growl, but when the boys stood still, he again lowered his head, and began to eat. This operation was re peated several times, until finally the lion was satisfied and started toward the river for a drink, after which no
put her felt-o-graph board right up against my cab and stood where I could get every word. Every morning the boys and girls would say their Scripture memory verses as we rolled along. They were required to have a certain number of new verses each day in order to work in the missionary workroom. The children didn’t want to miss that, be cause it was there that they made scrapbooks for the boys and girls at the County Hospital. They learned their verses—word perfect! Going home was almost nicer than going to Bible School, because I could listen to the things the boys and girls said about the decisions they had made for the Lord Jesus. I could tell almost by the way they acted, if they had received the Lord Jesus as their personal Saviour. I’d like to tell you about all the boys and girls I carried—there were more than a thousand during the sum mer. But I must get to work now. I do want to say this: If the Lord asks you to be a missionary, you be one. You may think you are not more im portant than a truck. But the LOrd Jesus needs us all to tell about Him. May He use us to help others to sing: “Thank you' Lord, for saving my soul, Thank you, Lord, for making me whole, Thank you, Lord, for giving to me Thy great salvation so rich and • free.” Stopping Lions* Mouths Nyundu was a cook boy out in the heart of Africa, but he was also much more than that. He jvas a preacher of the gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ. One day when his “Dona” (mission ary) departed to “putu” (white man’s country) for a furlough, Nyundu thought it would be an excellent time to make a long preaching trek into the villages where “Yesu” is ofttimes a Name unknown. As is the custom of native preach ers “on tour,” he asked two other lads to make the journey with him, and to “carry his loads.” ' These two were heathen lads who knew not the Sav iour’s love. From river to river and village to village they weht, proclaiming the Saviour’s death, that "whosoever be- lieveth” might live. Soon they had to pass through wild, lion country, and one night they slept in one of the vil lages of that area. Followihg the early morning service in that village, they started across a great river plain, in order to reach a village on the other side. These far flung river valleys, filled with the tall grass of Africa and shimmering in the heat of a tropical sun, made a beautiful picture. The boys were walking along the narrow, sandy path in a single file.
doubt he would go deep into the bush. Thankfully, the boys looked at one another—and Nyundu spoke his mind: “See how God does care for His chil dren. But you boys are not His. You do not know this Yesu. We shall go to the village. You boys walk ahead. I will walk in the back. If the lion comes back to attack us, he will get me, but I am ready to die. I am not afraid, for Jesus is my Saviour. If the lion Should kill you boys,- you Would go to ‘Gehenna’ for you are not saved. Why do you not believe in Yesu now?” Thus Nyundu, the African cook boy turned this occasion into a fitting time to preach the gospel to little black boys who were still in the darkness of sin.—Martha L. Muir. Memory Work P “Praise ye the Lord” (PSa. 150:1). K “Rejoice evermore” (1 Thess. 5:16). A “All thy works shall praise thee, ** O Lord” (Psa. 145:10). I “I will praise thee, O Lord, among ■ the people” (Psa. 108:3). S “Sing praises to the Lord, which dwelleth in Zion” (Psa. 9:11); C “Exalt the Lord our God, and wor- “ ship at his holy hill” (Psa. 99:9). New K. Y. B. C. Members The following have read through the Gos pel according to John and axe.ntow members of the Know Your Bible Club: APPLEGATE, ORE.: Eleanor Corbin (Mrs. F. Corbin, Parent). GREENVILLE, S. C.: Vivian Askew; Mary Ann Jones and Gilda McManaway (Miss B. Norris, Leader). KANSAS CITY, KANS.: C lara-B ardwell; Margaret Ellen Elliott; Ruth Manis; Edna Martin; Betty Jean Roller; Dorothy Steen- rod; Doris Ann Stewart. •(Mrs. Johnneta Saunders, Leader). LONG BEACH, CALIF.; Vincent Ben- stead; Billie Daggart; Harold Jordan. (Mrs. Estelle Lacy, Teacher). ORLAND, CALIF.; Elizabeth E sther Dyck; Lawrence Ewert; Eldon and Eugene Franz; Teddy Hubert; Alvin and Corrina Lepp; Ar thur Preiffer; Viola Reimer; Barbara Dicky; Nancy and John Siemens; Jam ie Schaffer. (Mrs. Elsie Franz, Teacher)? ROSENDALE, MO.: John, Richard and Ruth Farmer. (Mrs. John C. Fleming, Lead er). TUCSON, ARIZ.: Karl Kohloff; Caroline Marsh; Henry Way, Jr.; Shirley Zachor. (Mrs. Henry A. Way, Sponsor). VIDA, ORE.: Dorla and Kharvina Bates; Clifford and Donald Dare; Deanne Holling; Mike Lowry; Billy Porter; Doris and Dwight Rathbun; Charles Snyder; Galen Van Ordan; Gary Van Ordan; Edna White. (Mrs. A. S. Rathbun, Leader). How to Join the K. Y. B. Club T o become a m em ber of the K n o w Y o u r Bible Club, read through the Gospel ac cording to John, u sin g either y o u r own Bible or a Gospel of John w hich w ill be sent upon request. W h e n the Gospel has been read and a statem ent to th is effect, signed by parent or Sun d a y-sch ool teacher, h as been sent to the Ed itor of the Ju n io r K in g ’s B usin ess, a K. Y. B. C. pin w ill be m ailed. Sun d a y-sch ool classes or clubs de sirin g to order ten or m ore Gospels or pins m ay w ish to share the cost of these supplies, as the Lord directs; Gospels, postpaid, five cents each— in quantity, three cents; pins, w ithout postage, two cents each. How ever, no one is to do w ithout a Gospel or pin be cause of lack of money. A d dre ss: Ju n io r K in g ’s B usin ess, 558 S. H ope St., Lo s A n geles, Calif.
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