mother thought the evil spirits had come back. No one would help her — no one could help her. Everybody was poor. The days went by. The children were hungry. The mother begged for food; she begged for money. She went to the priests in the temple. They said that they would buy her girl, but she could not sell her; she could not. She went to the river; she thought about killing her babies; she thought about killing herself. “Then one day she heard a voice that said, ‘Come unto me . . . and I will give you rest.’ The words made her heart beat fast. Could this One help her? She did not know that there were tears on her face, but the Lord Jesus knew. He had sent two of His missionaries. They were there. They talked to the unhappy mother. She was still afraid; she thought it was a trick; but, oh, it was no trick; it was no trick.” There were tears on Tarabai’s face now, but they were glad tears. “ The Lord Jesus is my Saviour,” she said joyfully, “ and the sad mother, that was I, is sad no long er, for He has given us a home.” “And Kasturee?” asked the little girl. Tarabai smiled down at her. “ And when the mother came with her little family to the Mukti Mission, there were open arms and love for them. And Krishnabai, the dear Krishnabai, said, ‘Give God the thanks. He has given you beauty instead of ashes. He has turned your sorrow into joy. He is between you and the evil spirits — call the little one not Rubbish, but Perfume, and pray that she may al ways be Kasturee for Him.’ ” “I will, Mother,” promised the child seriously. Long shadows were falling across the grass. Antwan and Trimbak were asleep, but Kasturee (for she was six years old, and could under stand) and her mother looked at each other and smiled. Then Kasturee bowed her head. “ I should like to say the new prayer,” she said. And in the quiet the little voice sang softly: “ Thank Thee, Lord, that Thou didst give Thy Son to die that we might live; Thank Thee for Thy loving care That made for us a home so fair. “Wonderful, wonderful Jesus! Who died on the cross for me, Wonderful, wonderful Jesus! Whose blood now sets me free. “Wonderful, wonderful Jesus! Who rose from the grave for me, Wonderful, wonderful Jesus! And now He lives in me.” “ Amen,” said Tarabai, “ Amen.” JANUARY, 1963
by Conrad. S. Jensen Deputy Inspector, New York Police Dept
H ow o f t e n in our normal conver sation we use the expression “ if the truth were known.” How little we realize the true import of the words that fall so easily from our lips. If the truth were known, how many of our history books would have to be rewritten? If the truth were known, how many unholy alliances would be uncov ered? If the truth were known, what would happen to our present sophis ticated society, to some of our fine neighborhoods and our best citizens? If the truth were known, what would our courts be like and what ef fect would it have on police work? If the truth were REALLY known, very few of us would want the truth known. I’m convinced that if everyone now living and recently placed under oath to tell the truth and nothing but the truth (and then told anything' but the truth) were to drop dead, we would have to resort to mass burial. In our present society there is what is commonly called the truth, the hon est truth and God’s honest truth. Truth has become a relative thing. Men have been referred to as being “ relatively honest.” We’ve become ac customed to stretch it, hide it, evade it and completely ignore it. We’ve rationalized, improvised, compromised and almost altogether eliminated the necessity for being truthful. Conven ience has taken the place of con science. In labor, an honest day’s work is something that some people feel is engaged in only by incompetents and if a man is happy with his work he is looked upon with suspicion. Deuteronomy 32:4, says: “H e is the Rock, his work is perfect: for all his ways are judgment: a God of TRUTH and without iniquity, just and right is he.” Further, in the New Testament we read: “ For the wrath of God is re vealed from heaven against all ungod liness and unrighteousness of men, who hold the TRUTH in unrighteous
ness” (Romans 1:18). “ God shall judge the secrets of men by Jesus Christ ” (Romans 2:16). One day the scales will be bal anced. Justice —- real justice will be meted out. There will be no “ cop ping” of the “ fifth amendment” — no “ deals” r- h / no compromisse, only swift and accurate judgment by the God of TRUTH. “What is truth?” was once asked of a deaf and dumb boy. He moved his finger in a straight line. “What is falsehood?” He made a zigzag motion with his finger. Truth is the straight line: falsehood is the crooked way. In this day of sophistication, chang ing values, and countless philosophies, let me put a question to you that was put to an ancient society standing at the crossroads, “Choose you this day whom y e will serve?’ (Joshua 24:15). Proverbs 14:12 s^ys: “ There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death.” The other way is found in the words of Jesus: “I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Fa ther, but by me” (John 14:6). If you are confused concerning your relationship to Almighty God, you have my sympathy and understand ing. We are living in a strange age. We see a struggle for intellectualism without wisdom, culture without con science, and liberty and freedom with out discipline. Right now you can have peace with God, clear direction for your life, and the inner quiet and rest you need so badly. How? By coming over to God’s side and the REAL truth. God’s Word promises to those that believe Him: “ Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free” (John 8:32). “ This is the rec ord, that God hath given to us eternal life, and this life is in his Son. H e that hath the Son hath life; and he that hath not the Son of God hath not life” (I John 5:11, 12). How will you choose? Available in tract form from the American Tract Society, Oradell, N. J. 37
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