bright with April sunshine before, be came suddenly gloomy, and there was a place in her heart emptier than a last- year’s nest. And, when Cindy Sue sud denly stood up and said, “ Miss Brown, I want to give my heart to God,” Lindy was more miserable than ever. “That’s wonderful, Lindy Lou!” said Miss Brown. “ I’m not Lindy though. I’m Cindy. We changed seats to see if God could find me, and He did! Oh, Miss Brown, He did! He said, ‘Open up, Cindy’ and I’m ‘opening’.” Miss Brown turned to the other little girl and said, “ And how about you, Lindy Lou, are you ‘opening’ too?” There was silence for a long moment, while Lindy Lou closed her eyes tight and two big tears squeezed past her long lashes and rolled down her cheeks. Then suddenly she opened—eyes, heart, arms, and everything—as she ran across the room and hugged her little twin. “ Oh, Cindy,” she said, “You were right, you can’t fool God. He knew I wasn’t you, and He walked away. But there’s something better: He knew I was me, and I heard Him say, ‘I want you, too, Lindy’ — just as plain — and I ‘opened’ !” Cindy Sue laughed and held her tight. Then she looked up brightly at Miss Brown. “ Lindy Lou and I always do things together,” she said. “ Then let’s thank Him together,” said Miss Brown, and all the children bowed their heads. NEW KYBC MEMBERS BENTONVILLE, ARKANSAS: Delvin Bright; Veva Byers; Evelyn and Loyce Coonfield; Lillian Harralson; Evelyn Hinderson; Mary D. Holt; Dale Hulet; Bobby Kirby; Vernon Ladd; Delores Moody; Elaine Mosher; Thomas Moss; Sue Sivers; Shirley Sims; Georgina and Joleen Still; Stanford Waddell; C . H. Wharton. (Mae E. Luther, Leader.) WASHINGTON, D. C .: Jananne Andrews; Barbara Barnhard; Dana Dewey; Elizabeth Livingstone; Jo Ann Nelson; Nancy Wilson. (Ethel Vance, Leader.)
JUNIOR HING'5 BUSINESS
Martha S. Hooker
CAN'T FOOL By Helen Frazee-Bower
L INDY LOU and Cindy Sue sat on the front doorstep and held tiny “exactly alike” nursing bottles to the lips of their “ exactly alike” dolls, while their own “exactly alike” brown curls bobbed up and down in the April breeze. For Lindy Lou and Cindy Sue always did things together, because they were twins. Linda Louise and Cynthia Suzanne were their real names, but everyone called them Lindy Lou and Cindy Sue and they liked that much better. Coming into the world together, they had gone on doing everything, from cutting teeth to having measles, at the same time. . Every morning, from Monday through Friday, they went to school together, and every Saturday morning they played, as they were playing now, with their dolls Amanda and Miranda. For several weeks now they had been doing some thing else together, too. On Sunday morn ings they went to Sunday school at the little church around the comer. So now they sang their dolls to sleep with “ Jesus Loves Me” instead of “ Rockabye, Baby” as they used to. “You know, Lindy Lou,” said Cindy Sue, “ I’ve been thinking about God all week.” “You have?” said Lindy, a little sur prised at her sister, because she hadn’t been thinking about God at all! “ What have you been thinking about Him?” “ Why, don’t you know ?” asked Cindy, a little hurt. “We always think the same things, don’t we?” “ I guess we didn’t this time, Cindy. But what were you thinking?” “ Oh, I thought about what Miss Brown said last Sunday—‘Behold, I stand at the door and knock’. When she said that, it seemed like Jesus stood by my chair and I heard Him saying, ‘Open up, Cindy.’ I’ve been hearing Him all week. Didn’t you hear Him, too?” “ No, and I don’t think you did either! You just imagined it.” Cindy Sue was indignant. “ I did not imagine it! I heard Him say my name just as plain as anything.” “ Your name?” Lindy laughed. “How could God know your name? How could He know you were Cindy? How could He tell you from me? Nobody else can. You know how much fun we have fooling people.” Page Twelve
“ I don’t think we could fool God— ever,” said Cindy solemnly. “Well, let’s prove it,” Lindy answered brightly. “ Let’s change seats tomorrow and see if He can tell which is which. But I know He can’t,” she added stoutly. “And I know He can,” said Cindy. “ All right, if you sit in my seat.to morrow, and you still hear Him saying, ‘Open up, Cindy,’ I’ll believe you.” “ And will you ‘open up’ too?” “ God isn’t talking to me.” “Maybe you aren’t listening. I think we ought to open the door together. We’ve always done things together, have n’t we?” “Well, I don’t think God will know us apart anyway,” said Lindy. The next morning, when Lindy sat in Sunday school, and heard the verse again —‘Behold, I stand at the door and knock’—she was sure she had been right; for it seemed, for a moment, that Jesus was standing by her chair. “ He thinks I’m Cindy,” she thought to herself, and waited to hear Him say, ‘Open up, Cindy’. But He didn’t at all. He just seemed to stand and look at her for a long time and then He walked over to Cindy’s chair. When He turned* His back, the room, that had seemed so
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