May 1929
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Radio Ministry M R. H. P. HERDMAN, Program Director and An nouncer of our Radio Station KTBI, says: We are frequently asked whether it pays to operate the radio. From a commercial standpoint it does not, but by word of mouth and by letter we have stories that show it does pay in other ways. Two young men friends of mine were out in the desert distributing Gospels and tracts, and in the course of their ministry they came in contact with a family away off in the desert of Nevada. The man of the family was a backslider and had gone so far astray that he would not so much as let his wife tune in on KTBI on their radio, but only lis tened in on the cults that are so prevalent today. These two men were invited into the home for supper one eve ning. Afterwards they listened to the radio and happened to tune in on KTBI. i was announcing the evening service of the Church of the Open Door on this Sunday and one of the boys recognized my voice, and so they listened to Dr. McNeill preaching. As the two young men were guests the man couldn’t very well ask them to tune in on some thing else. As he listened, every sentence seemed just to fit his case. He was uncomfortable, but stayed through. On Friday evening, about a week later, Mr. Hubbard’s Sunday School Lesson hour met the needs of a young woman who listened over the radio. She was brought back through that message from the vagaries into which she had wandered. These two messages, going out from this station into the far-off places, resulted in the reclamation of these backsliders, and in establishing family devotions in these homes. Today the man and his wife, and the young woman are rejoicing because even in their remote places, they heard the message of saving grace over Radio KTBI. It certainly pays to broadcast the Gospel. The activities of the different departments of the Bible Institute complement one another in a most satisfactory way. A member of a woman’s Sunday-school class, taught by one of the Bible Women, takes notes on a course in Chapter Summary given daily over the radio by the Cor respondence Department of the Institute and makes a suf ficient number of copies of the notes and outlines to supply, the class each Sunday morning. They are used by the members for their daily study and have been the means of encouraging many in habits of daily Bible reading and have helped many to learn to read the Bible understand- ingly for themselves. Another result of the broadcasting of the Gospel mes sage over the radio has just come to our attention. The man was one with an irreproachable life—lacking just the “one thing” and for years his wife and daughter had prayed that he might know the Lord. About a year ago he was stricken with paralysis, and from that time on was confined to his home and partially helpless. A few weeks since, while Dr. Cortland Myers was preaching in the Bible Institute Auditorium, the wife, at home with her sick husband, was listening in to the Gospel message. As the message closed and Dr. Myers began giving the invi tation, the wife moved to turn off the radio, but at the request of her husband did not do so until after the invitation was given. Then she said, “Well, I suppose it is a decision which we must all make at some time,” and the husband replied, “Yes; and I here and now definitely receive Christ as my Saviour.” Two weeks later his body was laid to rest, but he himself had gone into the presence of his Saviour.
By S usan H ubbard M artin Her shoulders have a little stoop, Her hair is almost white, Her eyes have lost a trifle O f their luster and their light. She hasn’t any style or class, She owns no jewels rare, She never had a pattern hat Or Paris gown to wear. She has no social aims or fads, On tours she does not roam, The only journeys that she takes Are within the walls of home. She never wrote an article, She does not sing or paint, And 'yet how saintly is her walk With never a complaint! Her harp is but a cooking stove, In gingham aprons long She stirs and cooks and makes of life One sweet melodious song. She loves the world and all that live, She calls each man her brother, I ’m sure you’ll guess her name by now, I f I must tell, it’s mother!
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