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the piano bench (it was closer to Teacher; maybe now she would tell him). Then from the piano bench he moved to the couch where she sat. Finally he snuggled down close to her, and all of a sudden, looking up with earnest brown eyes, blurted out, “Do you have sins?” “Yes, Bobby,” Miss Barnes said, now seeing the longing in his heart, “ but the Lord Jesus took care of them. Do you have any?” “ Yes, but they aren’t taken care of,” Bobby cried. “ The Lord Jesus wants to wash away your sins,” Teacher answered. “He died on the cross and shed His blood that ,you might be forgiven, and now He stands at the door of your heart asking td come in. Here it is in God’s own Word, where Jesus is speak ing, ‘Behold, I stand at the door, and / knock: if any man [or boy, Bobby] *hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him' (Rev. 3:20). We can pray this prayer that we find in ■the Bible, ‘Wash me, and I shall be whiter thansnow’ (Psa. 51:7). “ So you see, Bobby, if you will say to Him, ‘Lord Jesus, come into my heart,’ He w ill come in and wash away your sins, and your heart will be whiter than snow.” Bobby bowed his head and asked the loving Lord Jesus to come into his heart. When he lifted his eyes to Miss Barnes, a new light and joy shone there. Bobby’s sins were washed away, and his heart was white. It was a very happy Bobby with a “washed-white" heart that escorted his teacher in to dinper. Like the Bobby in the story, at Bible School, he' now really knew that the Lord Jesus had died for him.
Jun io r K i n g s Bu s i ne s s
By MARTHA S. HOOKER Member of Faculty, Bible Institute of Los Angeles
BOBBY'S BLACK HEART A True Story B y C arolyn
M c C ormick story that day, and thinking about how black with sin his own heart must be! Just like the Bobby in the tory, he had tried to get rid of his sins by coming, to Sunday-school and even to Bible School, but still he knaw the sins were still there in his heart. Oh; he hoped Teacher would really show him how to get rid of them. But all she said was that the Lord Jesus would wash them away. Poor Bobby couldn’t quite understand. School was over for the day, and it was the day the two teachers of the Vacation Bible School were coming to Bobby’s house for dinner. “Perhaps she’ll tell me on the way home,” he thought, and his heart beat faster with joy as he thought of the possibility of getting rid of his sins. A ll the way home, as Bobby rode his little burro and the young women trudged through the dust of the des ert road, Bobby kept waiting for the ■word that would free his heart from sin. Poor Bobby! The three of them finally reached his home, and still he had not gotten rid of his sins. “ I just must do something,” he de cided. He slipped from his chair to
I T WAS the middle of July. The very desert itself seemed to rock under the impact of the heat waves. The wind that blew the papers off the teacher’s desk was hot and dusty, but no one seemed to mind, for something interesting was always go ing on inside the little schoolhouse. The three-room red schoolhouse that all winter long served to house the eight grades of the W ......... School District was for two glorious weeks of the summer a place of special joy and gladness. For it was then that the two “Bible ladies” from the Bible Institute of Los Angeles came out to the little school and told Bible stories, taught memory verses, and told the most interesting things about lions, and elephants, and missionaries. And now, twenty-five pairs of eager eyes were fixed upon Teacher, for an other story was about to begin. This time the story was about a little boy named Bobby, a fellow just about the age of the boys and girls in the room. The story began with how Bobby had tried and tried to get rid of his sins. “ See Bobby’s black heart,” one of the teachers, Miss Barnes, said «as. she held up a little vase that held a black marble representing Bobby’s heart. “Bobby didn’t want his sins; he tried to be good to get rid of them, but the more he tried to get rid of them, the more sins he found that he had,” Miss Barnes continued. By this time all twenty-five pairs of eyes were filled with pity for the poor Bobby of the story—how could he get rid of his black heart? Then the teacher told of how Bobby had come to hear of the Lord Jesus and had asked Jesus to come ipto his heart, and sure enough, when the vase was opened this time, the black marble could not be seen; a white one had taken its place. “And it is like this with our hearts,” Miss Barnes had continued. “Jesus’ blood w ill wash our black hearts white and w ill take away our sins.” A ll unknown to Teacher, a “really and truly” Bobby was listening to the IMiss McCormick was graduated from the Bible Institute of Los Angeles in the Class of 1942, and has been serving in Arizona under the American Sunday School Union .— E d ito r .]
All the way home, Bobby kept waiting for the word that would free him.
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