MARTHA S. HOOKER, Editor Associate Professor of Christian Education, Biola Bible College
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An Acrostic For You C hrist Child, God’s beloved Son H erod, a most wicked one R ejoice, and be not afraid | nn where no room was made S tar which shone so bright T idings which came one night M anger, Christ’s cradle at birth A ngels who told of His worth S alvation He brought to earth. Contest News
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I think we have the very best teach er in the whole Sunday school,” said Peggy a moment after she and her little friend Janey had said good bye to Miss Evans at her gate. “She’s sure nice to us,” agreed Ja ney as she waved at Miss Evans’ mother smiling at them from the window. The dear old lady was an invalid but she took a real interest in her daughter’s Sunday school class. Sudden ly Janey put her arm around Peggy and said softly, “Keep it a secret, Peggy, but I’m going to get Miss Evans a lovely Christmas present. Next week on the day be fore Christmas, she’ll get a real sur prise ’cause I’m giving her a beauti ful picture of the first Christmas. It has the baby Jesus in the manger and a nice gold frame on it. Mother said I could. Are you going to get her something too?” Peggy looked troubled. “Oh Janey, I’d love to but Daddy’s been out of work for a month now and I don’t think Mummy will have any money to spare. I heard her saying last night that Christmas would have to be real simple for our family this year.” “Oh well,” said Janey kindly, “ I’m sure Miss Evans won’t expect pres ents from us but I like her so much and I want to surprise her. Won’t it be fun to see her big blue eyes shine when she sees my present to her!” Janey was usually a thoughtful girl because she did love the Lord Jesus and tried to please Him, but she did not realize how her little remarks hurt Peggy that Sunday morning. For the next few days Peggy worried a great deal about a gift for her Sun day school teacher. Probably every other girl in the class would bring a present. How she wished she had something to give! Du ring the week Peggy prayed every night, “Dear Lord Jesus, please help me to think of something to give Miss Evans. I haven’t any money. I’m afraid she’ll think I don’t like her if Janey gives her a present, and I do like her. I love her. She told me all about You and helped me to know You as my dear Saviour. Please, please, Jesus help me.” And every time Peggy prayed she got up from her knees feeling so much better. Somehow Jesus would
answer her prayer. The day before^ Christmas Peggy was down at the store buying some groceries for her mother when a fa miliar figure almost bumped into her. “Oh Peggy,” laughed Miss Evans as she looked down over her bags of groceries, “ I’m in such a rush I al most sent you spinning. I shouldn’t be hurrying so but Mother’s not well and I don’t like to leave her alone for long. I have so many things to do before tomorrow.” And Miss Evans gave Peggy a big beaming smile before she rushed on down the street. Peggy watched her go and sud denly her eyes lit up. “Oh Jesus,” she whispered, “You just gave me an idea!” She hurried home with the groceries and explained her little plan to her mother. How good that mother understood. A few minutes later Peggy, was standing on Miss Evans’ doorstep and ringing the bell. She was so excited it was hard to talk slowly. “Miss Evans,” she explained breathlessly, “ I don’t know just how to tell you this but I wanted to give you a Christmas present and I didn’t have any money to spend. You said you were very busy so could I help you, and maybe if I worked real hard for you that would be as good as a pres ent from me. I could stay with your mother and do things around the house for you. Could I, please, Miss Evans?” Suddenly there was an arm around Peggy and a big kiss planted on her forehead. “Why Peggy, you’re a real answer to prayer! I asked the Lord to meet my needs today and He sent you along to help me. Just a while ago Janey brought me a beautiful picture of the baby Jesus in the manger. Now Peggy, your gift is something like Janey’s because they each remind me of the very first Christmas. Long ago God gave His only Son because He loved us so much. You are giving in love too, Peggy. You are giving of your time and service. I know God is pleased with your gift and . Peggy thanked her dear Saviour for helping her to give Miss Evans a Christmas present that she really liked.
T his month Gail Cassel, age 12, has written to us from Guate mala. We are happy to send her one dollar for her original draw ing and story. Her parents are missionaries in that country. She writes: “There is a beauti ful lake here called Lake Attitlan. There are three volcanoes around it. The people here are Carchiquel Indians. The women weave very pretty cloth. They wash their clothes on a stone by the lake. There is a witch doctor’s cave near by. It is black with soot and has an awful odor of dead meat from the animal sacrifices. It re minds me of people who are dead in sin. Please pray that they may come to know the Saviour.” We hope you J unior K ing ’ s B usiness readers will remember the people of Guatemala and the missionaries there in your prayers. Send us your drawing, story or poem. Stories should be 300 words or less and poems should be 12 lines or less. Please send drawings in India ink. Give your name, ad dress and age. You may be a win ner, so write today.
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