The F IVE Holy Things (An object lesson in story form) By Opal Leonore Gibbs
I would love to have you come next Sun day. You go in that door there when the bell rings the second time.” “ Oh, you do! But suppose I don’t want to go to church and remember the five holy things.” At first Betty could hardly answer this. Then her face lighted up. “ If you come, God will put the want-to inside of you. I know, because He did it to me.” “ But I don’t know anyone to sit with.” The man seemed full of excuses. “ Oh, you know me. I’m Betty Blair. And I’ll wait for you on the top step, ’less it rains. Then I’ll be just inside the door.” “ Will you really?” The man seemed actually interested. Betty did not know it, but he once had a dear Christian mother who, before she died, had made her son promise to love and serve the Lord Jesus. - “ Yes, I really truly will,” promised the little girl. There was something else Betty did not know—that her new friend was Mr. J. B. Donnell, owner of the great mills. And many were the looks of surprise and astonishment when, the following Sunday, Betty and Mr. Donnell walked side by side down the aisle in the church. Reprinted by permission of the Sunday School Times and the author.
B ETTY was skipping home from school. It had been raining but had stopped, and now a fine wind was blow ing in the trees and knocking off their leaves." There were so many off that Betty could see the Donnell Mills at the end of the street and the church steeple in the next block. And church reminded her of Sunday school. So Betty stopped skipping and began to count something on the four fingers and thumb of her left hand. It was something she had learned in class last Sunday. A man was walking along be hind Betty, but she did not hear him. He walked faster than she, and, just as he was passing her, the funniest thing happened. The wind carried off the man’s hat and Betty’s cap at the same time. Up in the air they sailed, the gray hat and the red cap, like two old friends glad to be together. Then on down the street they flew. Betty ran after her cap laughing. The man ran, too, but he did not laugh; he scowled instead. Then he did something else—he swore! Betty stopped short. “ Oh!” she cried, “ I guess you forgot the five holy things.” At that moment the hat and the cap settled down together in a mud puddle, but the man grabbed both of them before they got very wet. “Here,” he said, still looking very cross, “here’s your cap, little girl. And what were you saying?” “ Thank you.” Betty took her cap and looked at him gravely. “ I said you for got the five holy things.” “ The what?” Betty held up her left hand and be gan counting on the fingers and thumb, “ God’s Book, God’s Name, God’s House, God’s Day, God’s People. You said a swear word, so you forgot about God’s Name, I guess.” “Yes, I guess I did.” The man’s face was growing red, but he slowed his steps and walked on beside Betty. After a mo ment he asked her, “Where did you learn about the five holy things?” “ Right over there in our church,” an swered Betty, smiling again. “ It’s a very nice church, only its dress is old and hasn’t got any lace on it.”
“ What!” exclaimed the man. “ What do you mean? Churches don’t wear dresses.” Betty nodded her head. “ Oh, yes, they ought to. Dresses of paint with bushes planted all around the bottom. And if the bushes have little white flowers on, it looks like lace.” “ Oh, I see,” said the man. “And why doesn’t your church have new paint and pretty bushes?” “ There isn’t enough money yet.” Betty shook her curls sadly. “ I guess not enough people remember the five holy things. ’Cause if they did, they’d belong, and then we’d have lots of money, wouldn’t we? I guess you don’t belong, do you?” “ Belong to a church? Why, no, I don’t,” confessed the man. “Well, our church is very nice even if it isn’t dressed up,” Betty offered. “And my daddy is the preacher. He and CROWNS How many of you boys and girls ever expect to wear a crown? Perhaps you’ll say, “ Not me; crowns are going out of fashion in these days.” And so they are, that is, earthly crowns. But the Bible has a good deal to say about crowns, and those who will wear them, who earn them as rewards for faithful service. So take your New Testament, look up the references, and write down in the space after each one the name of the crown described. Which crown would you like to have? A crown for runners (1 Cor. 9 :25 )................... ....... ............. A crown for soul-winners (1 Thess. 2 :19 ).................................... A crown for lovers (2 Tim. 4 :8 ) .............................'............ A crown for endurers (James 1:12; Rev. 2 :10 )..................... A crown for faithful shepherds (1 Pet. 5 :4 ) .........................................
OCTOBER ACROSTIC O—O magnify the Lord with me, and let us exalt his name together. Psa. 34:3 C—Children, obey your parents in all things: for this is well pleasing unto the Lord, .Col. 3:20 T—Trust in the Lord, and do good; so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed. Psa. 37:3 O—Open thou mine eyes, that 1 may behold wondrous things out of thy law. Psa. 119:18 B—Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see' God. Matt. 5:8 E—Even a child is known by his doings. Prov. 20:11 R—Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth. Eccles. 12:1
What crown did our Lord Jesus wear, in order that we might have the privi lege of earning these crowns? (Matt. 27:29; Mark 15:17; John 19 :2 ).......... What crown does He wear now? (Heb. 2 :9 ) ............................................. What will He wear when He comes again? (Rev. 19:12)............................. By T, C. Horton, one of the founders of the Bible Institute of Los Angeles , now with the Lord,
"WHEN I AWAKE" When I awake with each new day Give me the will three things to say: “ I thank Thee, Lord” : “ I trust Thee, too” ; And—“What wilt Thou have me to do?” The first, you see, keeps worry out; The second drives away all doubt; And this completes my three-fold cord— Some useful service for my Lord! Eric S. Horn Biola '25 T H E K I N G ' S B U S I N E S S
JUNIOR KINGS BUSINESS
Martha S. Hooker
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