April, 1940
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Junior King' s Bus iness By MARTHA S. HOOKER Member of Faculty., Bible Institute of Los Angeles
Jesus in America and around the world. It is to pay ministers and mis sionaries—to build .churches—to help the needy—and to fight all sorts of sin. That is about the way the min ister explained God’s work.” "Very good, my boy, but what Is sin?” “ Sin—sin” ; repeated Johnny, "must be to disobey God and do the things that would hurt Him—and—and folks— such as lying, stealing, swearing, or getting drunk.” “You are right, but the greatest sin of all is for one to refuse to take Jesus into his heart.” "I gave Jesus my heart last winter, and I am not ever going to rob God— not even of one penny,” declared Johnny. “You have, done well. Now for the reward,” announced Grandmother. “Oh, wait! wait—I am not through. Dr. Milligan told a story of a Billy Which, a boy who had a good friend by the name of Conscience. Just where the friend lived no one knew, and no one ever saw him, but every time Billy was tempted to do something wrong— like robbing God—Conscience would run very fast i n t o h i s t h r o a t and yell, ‘Billy, Billy, which, WHICH, WHICH, WHICH—which are you going to be, a robber or an honest boy? Billy, which, WHICH, WHICH?’ Conscience would keep yelling, ‘Which, WHICH, WHICH?’ until Billy would decide to be honest; then Conscience would quietly slip away to its hiding place, and Billy would feel very happy. "I guess many people rob God, or else there would be plenty of money to pay for all the work God wants Christians to do,” guessed Johnny, as he finished his story. “That is true,” agreed Grandmother. “I hope my boy never robs God.” "I never shall, for I have a friend named Conscience that will help me do the right thing. I am going to be JOHNNY WHICH.” “Are you ready for the reward?” questioned Grandmother, very much pleased. “AM I READY! Is it a chocolate bar you have for me?” “Here, look at this. Does it please you?” “A KNIFE! Just the kind I have wanted—with three blades! Thank you, Grandmother.” Monday afternoon, Grandfather Simp son gave Johnny two shining dimes. "Are they for me?” asked the de lighted Johnny. “Yes, both of the dimes are for you; you worked hard all morning cleaning the hen houses; you earned them,” an nounced Johnny’s tall grandfather.
, JOHNNY WHICH By A lverta N . D undas
PART I. E ARLY Sunday m o r n i n g as for summer vacation; for ten whole weeks on Grandfather’s farm. Hurrah for the dog, for the horse, and for the swimming pool. And a great big ‘hurrah’ for the finest little Grand mother in the world.” When Johnny ran into the kitchen, he found everything ready for break fast. At the table, after Grandfather had thanked God for the night’s rest, and for the food, Grandmother looked straight into the eyes of Johnny, and said: “Will you lend me your eyes today ?” “LEND YOU MY EYES!” exclaimed the astonished Johnny. “I can move my eyes, but I can’t take them out. Grandmother, whatever would you do with my eyes if you did have them?” ' "Johnny, will you lend me your ears?” continued Grandmother, seriously. “LEND YOU MY EARS! You see I can move my ears, but they won’t come off my head. Grandmother, are you sick this morning?” asked the be wildered boy. “Johnny, will you lend me your tongue?” again asked the little lady. “LEND YOU MY TONGUE! My tongue .is loose at one end, but the other end is fastened way back in my mouth. Grandmother, you are very funny.” Grandmother smiled and her brown eyes sparkled as she explained, “On account of my sore foot, I cannot attend services this morning; so at church I wish you would use your eyes and your ears; then when you come home you can use your tongue to tell me about all you saw and heard. If you give a good report of Dr. Milligan’s sermon, I shall give you something I think you will like.” “Is it something to eat—or is it something to wear—or is it something to play with?” questioned the excited Johnny. “I can’t tell you now, but I am sure you will be pleased with that which
Johnny Simpson jumped.out of bed and hurriedly pulled, on his clothes, he shouted, “Hurrah, hurrah
I have hidden away. Most boys like such things,” laughed Grandmother.
“I am certain I shall win,” cried Johnny as he hurried to. meet his grandmother on the side porch after the morning church service. “We shall soon see,” said the little lady as Johnny pushed up his chair close to the rocker in which she sat. "The church was filled,” began Johnny. “Grandfather and I sat on the next to the front seat, so I heard every word Dr. Milligan said. His text was, ‘Will a man rob God?’ [Mai. 3:8], When he began, I wondered just how any one could rob God, when God sees everything.” “ Did the minister tell how one can rob God ?” inquired Grandmother. “ Yes. Dr. Milligan said Christians owe God one penny out of every ten, to be used to help pay the ex penses of His work, and when one keeps that penny or spends it in some other way, he is robbing God. Of course all money should be spent in a way to please the heavenly Father.” “What is God’s work?” asked Grandmother, thoughtfully. “God’s work—let me think,” an swered Johnny as he scratched his head. “It is to preach about the Lord
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