THE KING’S BUSINESS
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The ape is supposed to imitate everything he sees done. One day he saw a country man splitting wood. He felt a desire to do the same thing, and seating himself on a log, he split it, but forgot to put in a wedge. Then he pulled out the ax, but his toes were caught as the split closed, which made him a cripple all his life. M oral: Follow good examples but do not make monkeys o f yourselves in doing things by halves. “ No man has seen God at any time.” It is equally true that 1 no man has seen man at any time. No man really knows man. Who would have thought that Cain, when he went into the fields with the fruit o f the haryest to offer to God, would return with his hands stained with his brother’s blood. “W e are spirits clad in veils;
miner, who all day long is working amid the flying coai dust. When he emerges in the light o f day his face may be grimy enough; but his eyes are clear and lustrous, because the fountain o f tears in the lachry mal gland is ever pouring its gentle tides over the eye, cleansing away each speck o f dust as soon as it alights. Is not this the miracle o f cleansing which our spirits need in such a world as this? And this is what our blessed Lord is prepared to do for us if only we will trust Him.— F. B. Meyer. All instincts immature, All purposes unsure, That weighed not as his work, but swelled the man’s account: Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped ;
Man by man was never seen: All our deep communing fails To remove the shadowy screen.”
All I could never be,' All men ignored in me— This, I was worth to God .—Ben Ezra. O
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A /T ISS CHRISTINE SUDERMANN, a graduate o f the Bible Institute o f Los Angeles, now o f the Presbyterian Mission, Batanga, Kamerun, West Africa, writes interestingly o f her experiences: At last I can write to you from my own beloved land. Oh, it does feel so good to be back, to feel African soil under my feet, and the dear black faces about. My heart is just so full o f joy and thanksgiving. The Lord certainly has led us lovingly even though it has been such a long journey, and such long delays, but we are here now, and the work is so needy and so plentiful. I joy in the great privilege o f having a part in this big work. But I must go back
and tell you a few things from the begin ning. Our voyage from New York to Cadiz, Spain, was very quiet and uneventful. We made close connections in Spain, waited only two days, and our further journey to Fernando Po’o was equally quick and unex citing. W e were only thirty days from New York to Fernando Po’o. That little island is only eighty miles from Batanga, but there we waited six weeks. The French were in possession o f South Cam eroon and we could not go in until they could get permission from Paris. So we waited. There was not a room to be had anywhere, so all o f us were bunched
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