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and woman and boy and girl in all the w orld!” continued the missionary. Sadness marked three upturned faces. “ But God the Father has a Son who never sinned. And the Father so loved the people of the world that He allowed His holy Son to come to earth, and take the punishment which we deserved. That pun ishment was death.” Magwe gasped. “Wicked men nailed the Lord Jesus Christ, God’s Son, to a wooden cross, where He died. But because He was really God, the grave could not hold Him. After three days He arose from the dead, and He is alive forevermore.” “But, our sins Magwe questioned. “ The Lord Jesus Christ bore them in His own body on the cross. And now, any person who will believe that Jesus took his place and became his Saviour shall have eternal life. Do you boys believe?” “ T ru ly!” answered Magwe solemnly. “ Truly, truly,” echoed the others, speak ing from their hearts. igg|May we stay and hear more?” asked Magwe eagerly. The face of the missionary grew a little sad. “ I’m sorry,” she said, “ but there is no money left to buy rice. I don’t see how we can keep any more boys just now. But,” she said in a different tone, “ God lives, and I will ask Him.” She was interrupted by a commotion at the door. The postman was bringing an extra delivery of mail, which had arrived on a delayed steamer. Among the letters was one from a class of Sunday-school boys in the United States. They enclosed money which they had earned for some Burmese boy who wanted to study the Bible at the mission station. They did not know who the boy would be, but the Lord Jesus had planned that their gift should arrive at just the right time. The boys could hardly believe what they heard. It sounded like a dream. Magwe was chosen to stay, while Pomet and Kanai were to go back up the Chindwin to the village under the coconut trees, to tell their people that God was alive. Magwe would come ■ soon to tell them more. The missionary thought that she had never seen a happier boy than Magwe. His long search for God was ended. He had found the living Saviour. M e m o ry W o r k fo r A p ril “Let us continue to memorize the “ fear not” verses during April. (See the March issue of The Junior King’s Business.) 1. “ And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people” (Lk. 2:10). 2. “And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye s?ek Jesus, which was crucified” (Matt. 28:5). 3. “Fear not, little flock; for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the king dom” (Lk. 12:32). 4. “ Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows” (Matt. 10:31). [Continued on Page 181]
the little boat as he said it. Soon he was talking with an important-looking man who was pointing up the Irrawaddy. “Yes,” the man was saying, “you follow the river, go past the village of Moowa, and you will find a missionary who can tell you about God. Just ask as you go along, and you are sure to find him.” Magwe relayed the information to his companions. “But what is a ‘missionary’ ?” questioned Pomet. “ I wouldn’t know one if I saw one.” “W ell,” said Magwe, “ we’ve come this far, and we might as well go on. I’m sure that we can find him.” Their tiny boat looked almost like a toy as it skimmed along between the big, noisy steamboats that were chugging up the river beside them. Finally they came to a large village. Magwe climbed out of the boat, squeezed his way through a throng of people to a man who was selling bananas, and asked him for directions. “ Oh, yes,” said the banana vender en thusiastically. “ I know the man of God well. He lives in a large white house up that way.” And he explained to Magwe just how to find the place.
Soon the boys were walking up to the door of the big white mission house. They did not know how to knock, so they stood for a moment, wondering what to do next. But the missionary’s w ife had seen them coming, and she greeted them at the door. In words which were difficult for her to understand, because he was from a distant part of Burma, Magwe told the lady why he had come. He wondered whether she knew anything about God. “ Come right in,” she said in a kind, friendly voice when Magwe had finished. “ I am so glad that you have come. I will tell you what I know about God.” “ This must be a woman of God,” thought Magwe, as he sat down with the others. “ How kind she is!” She took from a shelf a big black object. Magwe thought it must have been used a great deal and handled very carefully. “This is the Book of God,” their hostess explained. “ It tells that God is holy—so holy that He cannot allow any sin in His presence.” K a n a i n u d g e d Magwe. “Just as I thought,” he whispered, his voice troubled. “And all of us have sinned— every man
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