PEN PALS T his m on th we have J u n io r K in g ’ s B u sin ess pen pals from all parts of the country. We are happy to welcoihe these boys and girls into our club' and hope they will enjoy m a k in g new friends through letter writing. Our new members are: J osie C y - p e r t , Gen. Del., McAdoo, Texas, age 15, interests: writing and Bible study. J o lo ye G o st o v ic h , P.O. B ox 264, Sun- nyside, Wash., interests: arts, crafts and writing. C a r o l y n J e a n N ig h t in g a le , Nortonville, Ky., age 12, inter ests: writing, reading and cooking. L in d a N ig h t in g a l e , age 10, Norton ville, Ky., interests: stamp collecting. Others include: D o n n a P e te r so n , 4911 Acacia, Pico, Calif., age 10, in terests: textile painting, baseball and Bible study. L in d a A n n R o t h l in , 524 29th Rd., Grand Junction, Colo., age 13, interests: music, rock collecting, arts and crafts. K e n n y S e l f , 44621 W. 12th St., Lancaster, Calif., age 11, interests: swimming, baseball and Bi ble study. A r d y t h e S h a w , P.O. Box 718, Sunnyside, Wash., age 13, inter ests: horses, sewing and cooking. Write today and send us your name, address, age and interests. Ad dress your letters to Pen Pal Editor, Junior King’s Business, 558 So. Hope St., Los Angeles 17, Calif. OUR BIBLE Oh, wonderful, wonderful Word of the Lord! True wisdom its pages unfold; And though we may read them a thou sand times o’er, They never, no never grow old. Each line hath a treasure, each promise a pearl, That all if they will may secure; And we know that when time and the world pass away, God’s Word shall for ever endure. Oh, wonderful, wonderful Word of the Lord! The lamp that our Father above So kindly has lighted to teach us the way That leads to the arms of His love, Its warnings, its counsels, are faithful and just; Its judgments are perfect and pure; And we know that when time and the world pass away, God’s Word shall for ever endure. Oh, wonderful, wonderful Word of the Lord! Our only salvation is there; It carries conviction down deep in the heart, And shows us ourselves as we are. It tells of a Saviour, and points to the cross, Where pardon we now may secure; For we know that when time and the world pass away, God’s Word shall for ever endure. — Selected. 2 7
to reconcile the white banner with what they had heard of the mission aries, who supposedly had come to show the people how they could be set free from the sin and vice that enslaved them. Robert and Yvie were kept hopping, filling and washing out and refilling glasses. Robert glanced into the huge crock that held their supply of punch. It was still half-full; would it hold out until they had told the Indians about the Lord Jesus? “ Look,” Faith murmured in Dick’s ear. “ Down the street . . . see what I see? They’re leaving the chicherias to patronize us! Oh, what if the townspeople get mad?” “ I didn’t think of that,” he ad mitted. “ But we can’t stop to talk about it. Tell the story over again!” The crowd was growing, extending clear across the cobblestoned street; Daddy and Mommy, coming out of the Indian meeting and hearing the commotion, stopped short. Daddy took one glance and paled. “ Dear,” he said, “ be calm. Without doubt, there’s some explanation, but whatever it is, it had better be good!” Mommy stood transfixed. She knew she would never forget this moment. The staggering sight of the banner fluttering in the breeze, the cluttered table with its load of glasses and pitchers and spilled refreshment un nerved her. Someone must have set up a chicha bar right in their door way! “ It’s all right, Mommy,” Yvie as sured her. “ It’s just us kills.” “You? Why, what are you doing?” “Well, we’re . . . we’re doing some thing for Jesus, Mommy. Inviting everyone to punch and telling them about Him. Lots ’n lots of Indians stopped to listen!” The crowd was restless. Faith ex plained everything to Daddy, while she filled glasses. “We told them it
was better than chicha. And some of them even agreed with us, Daddy. W ill you punish us?” “ No, I don’t think so. I have to admit it was a good idea, at that. Many of these Indians would never have stopped to listen to me. What an audience!” “What a marvelous opportunity,” murmured Mommy. “You’re right. We really shouldn’t let such a chance go to waste.” Taking his New Testament from his coat pocket, Daddy began to preach in his fluent Quechua. As he warmed to his subject, Faith continued dispensing punch; Dick re plenished the pitchers from the crock’s reservoir, Robert and Yvie made quite a glass-washing team. Meanwhile, Mommy made friends with some of the Indian women as she admired the round-faced babies slung across their backs. “We should put this flag away among our souvenirs,” Daddy com mented, smiling fondly at his family that evening. It provided some un usual excitement in our sleepy little Andean town today.” Mommy patted Dick’s arm. “ It was one of your better ideas, honey . . . and because of it, a great many In dians heard about God’s wonderful gift.” “ I keep thinking about Don Felipe and his wife,” Faith mused. “Wasn’t it grand that they accepted Christ? Now they won’t be making chicha anymore.” “We sure never thought anything like this would happen!” Robert ex claimed. Daddy smiled. “When we had to postpone the picnic we were afraid you’d all be terribly disappointed.” Dick looked at his father blankly. Picnic? He had forgotten picnics even existed. It had been so much more fun doing something for Jesus. END.
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