“He that followeth me shall not walk 'in darkness, hut shall have the light of life” (John 8:12). S AN-TI was a little girl who lived with her brother Fong and her moth er and father in far-off China. She had straight, black hair which even when braided into long pigtails, shone so brightly in the sunlight that her father used to call her ‘Little Lantern.” Often San-Ti sat out in the sunny gar den in front of their poor little hut for hours at a time. She could hear Fong and her father digging and ploughing, but she could not.see them. San-Ti was blind. Her tiny eyes were just as bright and shining as Fong’s, but they had never seen the light. How San-Ti wished she were like Fong! He could go to school, play with other children, and even help mother and father. All she could do was sit and wait and think. Fong used to say, “ Do not worry, lit tle sister. I am eyes for you. I will tell you about everything I see, and then you will know what the world looks like.”
Martha S. Hooker
One summer, when San-Ti was ten years old, Fong had to leave home for a few months to help on his uncle’s farm. How San-Ti missed her faithful brother! Now she had no one to be eyes for her. How she wished she had something to tell him when he came home!
was very sorry when the lady said she had to leave. “You will come back,” said San-Ti. “ Yes,” said the missionary. “ Tomor row.” There were many tomorrows that sum mer, and how San-Ti loved to hear the stories o f Jesus! In the fall, when Fong came home, his first thought was to tell San-Ti about all the wonderful things he had seen and done. When he had talked for a long time, he asked, “ And now, little sister, what have you been doing all summer?” He was sure San-Ti would say, “ Noth ing, Fong, nothing but sitting here and wishing you were home.” But instead, San-Ti smiled happily and said, “ Oh, Fong, I had a wonderful time! I have been learning about Jesus!” It was Fong’s turn to be surprised. How San-Ti would have laughed if she could have seen how his eyes nearly popped out with astonishment, and then how they sparkled with joy, as she told him about the Saviour, who died for him. When she stopped for breath, Fong pressed her little round face between his strong hands, and said, “ San-Ti, my little sister, you have seen something I have never seen. That was what you wanted to do. In your heart, you have seen the One you call Jesus. You can tell me all that you have learned and I shall do the listening now.” Little blind San-Ti laughed merrily because at last she had the deepest wish of her heart. She had seen the Light and she could tell others about Him. New K.Y.B.C. Members LAKE CHARLES, Louisiana: Nelda Mae Bruce; De- lores Denson; Joanita, Lale and Manny Henry; Juan ita Karsch; Billie Jean Koonce; Margaret Alic?.. and Pearl Ray Le Blanc: Mjnnie Lee and Patty Rose Logan; Murriel and Myrtis Meyers; Leonard Reeves; Billie Beth Simmons; Patficia and Richard Watkins; Bobby, Danny, Helen and Mary Sue White. Bee Cam bell: Linda Chafin; Carmen, LeMarj >Lor raine and Marlene Davis; Gloria and L. J . Holland; Connie, Francis and George Kimball^ Eugenia and Sonnie Le Doux^ Dorothy, Helena, Marvin’ and Shirley Thompson. (Julian H* Burke, Leader.) WASHINGTON, D .C .: Carol Anne Phifer. (Ethel Vance, Leader.) Page Nineteen
Along the River Sometimes in the afternoon when the sun grew hot on San-Ti’s head, Fong would come over to her, take her by the hand, and lead her down to the river. She liked that, for Fong told her what he saw with his good eyes. “ The water is very, very dark today, San-Ti,” he would say. Then: “ Oh, there is a little houseboat just floating by! Yee Lee is paddling it with his long pole to make it move faster.” And San-Ti would reply: “ I wish I could see something you have never seen, Fong, so I could tell you about it. You see everything.” Fong could only answer softly, “ I guess that can never be, little sister.” Then he would lead her up to the house again. O C T O B E R , 19 4 7
The Story of Jesus San-Ti was sitting in the sun one afternoon when suddenly she heard a voice that was quite new to her. She sat up very straight as footsteps came close to her chair. Her mother spoke first. “ There is a lady here, San-Ti, who wants to talk to you. I know you will like having someone to talk to, now that Fong is away.” A t first San-Ti was afraid o f the strange lady, but not for long. The lady had a very kind voice. She told San-Ti that she was a missionary who had come from a far country to tell the Chinese people about the One who had died on the cross for boys and girls of every race and color. San-Ti'had never heard the story of Jesus before. She listened eagerly and
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