September 1925
394
THE K I N G ’S B U S I N E S S
something of value to humanity, so too the wind-mill tu rn ed by the wind brings blessing when guided arigh t, bu t a life ap a rt from God is like a w eather vane, tu rn ing as th e wind listeth, and accomplishing no real work.” “Yes, William, only a life out of God’s hands is worse th an useless, for all its influence tends to drag downward, ‘reversion to type,’ as some call it. God alone knows for what purpose we came into the world, and only as we let Him direct our lives will we in any sense fulfill th a t pu r pose. God g ran t th a t Louise may come to see this. But you, dear son, do not th ink fu rth e r about her. Some day you will find a sweet, Christian girl who feels as you do about God’s work, and she will be a fitting m ate for you.” “Uncle Jack, I shall never marry. I love Louise as I can no other, and my h ea rt shall be tru e to h er forever.” He hid his face in his hand. W illiam, w ith his high purpose and tru st in God, was having a hard testing time, bu t from it he was coming out purified and strengthened for a life’s work w ith and for th e Master. “We will pray for Louise. Let u s do so now,” and together they knelt in prayer. Not only did they pray for Louise, bu t for the erring fath er, for th è heathen in foreign lands, for the many problems in th e ir lives, and as they rose to th e ir feet w ith shining faces, each knew th a t the o ther had perceived the Divine Presence in th eir m idst and was strengthened and encouraged. “ I shall go back tomorrow , although I though t when I left I could never gò back and live in th e same town w ith Louise, and not be w ith her and see her. God has given me th e streng th I lacked then. Perhaps I had best leave for th e field a t the end of the year, if th e board will let me.” As he said this, a cloud flitted over his face. “ If they, knew all about father, would they w ant me to go as a mission ary ?” he questioned. “ Mr. Caldwell knew almost as much as I do about your fa th e r’s . conduct, because i felt I must ta lk it over w ith someone who knew and loved Will Morehouse as I did. Mr. Caldwell was th en a tru stee of the church, and he said then it should make absolutely no difference in your acceptance as a missionary. W hat he says goes w ith th e board, and w ith th is le tte r of your fa th e r’s to show you can see how much b righ ter th e situation looks,” was Jack H armon’s assurance. “ I am glad and th ank fu l he knows, and am g ratefu l it will make no difference.” The two men parted for the night, and in the morning W illian Harmon was on his way back to tak e up life where he had left it, not troubled in soul, but uplifted and strengthened by God for th e task s that- lay before him. (To be continued.) “ D E F E N D T H E F A I T H ! ” “ I***eXhort you that y e should earnestly contend for the faith which was once delivered unto the saints.*’ Jude 3. Over Two Thousand “DEFENDERS OF THE FAITH** invite you to join their ranks and help fight the destruc tive deniers of the Word of God. Enroll at once, and receive your “Ammunition** for carrying on the battle in defense of the honor of our Lord, our homes and our children. Name...... ..........................•.................— ..... ....................... ...— . City and Street........... .............................................................. State........................... .......................... — .........................
Story Teller: “He is God.” L ittle Boy: “Who was th e Son?” Story Teller: “He is Jesus, the Son of God.” L ittle Boy: “And did He come ag ain ?” Story Teller: “He will come again.” L ittle Boy: “W hat was the g ift? ”
Story Teller: “The gift of God is etern al life, through Jesus Christ our Lord. A new h ea rt will I give you.” L ittle Boy: “Can I have the gift, and be a messenger so I can help to bring back Jesu s?” Story Teller: “You can, and no g reater thing can you do than to spend your life in telling th e good news of salva tion .” “Uncle Jack, I believe I remember every word of th at. I can remember sitting on fa th e r’s knee before the window, looking out upon the snow and hearing him tell it. I remember my questions a t the end, and I remember I asked him to w rite it in a book so th a t I could read it myself. Was th ere anything else w ith this, and who sent it? Where did it come from ?” W illiam was in ten tly looking a t his uncle. “Apparently, your fath e r w rote th is out in fulfilment of a promise he made to you. Only a little note, unsigned, was w ith it, saying, ‘F o r th e sake of “ auld lang syne” have this, printed in booklet form to fulfill an old prom ise.’ There were enclosed these bills. The parcel was post marked ‘New York,’ bu t for the past week I have advertised in many papers trying to get word from your fath er as to where he is, and w hat he is doing;. I w ant to see him and felt you would too, bu t I have heard absolutely nothing but what you have there before you. It is my opinion th a t he has recently given th a t to some one to mail for him , or gave it long ago to some one to send it to me la te r; which, I do not know. I wish I knew more, bu t I have done all I know to find him. If he w anted us to know where he was, th a t is, if he'S ent th is recently, he would surely have seen my advertisements, provided he is in th is country. I am completely a t a loss to understand, bu t we will have this printed as he wished, for it contains a wonderful little message th a t th e K ing’s followers need.” Jack Harmon spoke thoughtfully and slowly, for he was puzzled anew a t the recent tu rn of affairs. He was glad th a t W illiam now knew, th at' th e dreaded duty was over, and w ith the money found. But where was the exile? He felt, and righ tly so, th a t the reading of th e child’s story had quieted a m ind th a t was sorely distressed, and he hoped th a t the outcome would be less serious th a n he feared at first. “Uncle Jack, I shall find my fath er. Some day I shall find him, I feel sure. No!” as Jack Harmon sta rted to speak, “ I shall not make it my life’s work to find him, for God has called me to other work, and fath e r would not have me neglect th at. But some way, I believe th a t I shall see my fath e r.” E arnestly W illiam spoke this. Then tu rn ing to the other subject prom inent in his mind he spoke of his relationship to Louise. “Uncle Jack, she doesn’t love me, and I can see how she would feel about w hat she though t fath er did. I wish she could know the whole tru th . But still I love her. Of course you need not be afraid I shall m arry her, she has made th a t impossible, bu t I do long to see h er saved, and I shall ask God to save her soul. I cannot bear to have her live the idle, useless, w eather-vane life she is living. If she would only let God tak e control of h er life, w hat an in strum en t of blessing He could make of her. I th ink of our lives being like a m ill of some so rt; th e sawmill tu rned by th e w ater can be used by a m aster-hand to accomplish
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