JUNIOR KING'S BUSINESS
For Stormy Days: A BIBLE TREASURE HUNT “ Oh dear! It’s snowing again,” he complained as he watched the big white flakes coming down faster and faster. The ground was white, and the branches of the trees were bending low under their load of snow. “ All my plans are spoiled — just spoiled.” And Peter looked as if he might cry. “God made the snow,” remind ed Grandmother Blair from her chair by the fireplace. She sat knitting a sweater for Peter’s big brother who was in the army. “ I know He did, Gram,” Peter replied. “ But I don’t see why He had to have it snow again today when I had such p a r t icu la r plans.” “ Perhaps He has better plans for you today.” “ But Gram,” argued Peter, “what could be better than spend ing a whole day at Ted’s, on the ranch? We were going horseback riding this morning, and his dad promised to take us on a hike this afternoon. I’ve counted on it a lot; and now it’s snowing — and the road’s blocked — and the snow plow’s broken!” He slumped down P eter B lair stood with his face pressed against the window- pane of the room.
by Martha S. Hooker
those I find first, I shall read. The first will be Job 38:22.” Peter read, “Hast thou entered into the treasures of the snow?” He looked up, surprised. “ Treas ures — in the snow? I never thought of that.” The next clue for the hunt was Job 37:6. This time Grandmother found it first, and she read slowly, “ For he saith to the snow, Be thou on the earth.’ You see, Pe ter,” she explained, “ in the earth’s cradle, millions of tiny seeds are sleeping, and if it were not for the nice snow blanket, these tiny seeds would be frozen. They could never grow to be plants and trees. “ The snow is important for an other reason,” grandmother went on. “ In the winter, it is stored up on the mountains. Then when warm weather comes, it is melted and flows to refresh the dry places on the earth.” “ I guess snow is pretty neces sary after all, isn’t it?” ques tioned Peter. “ Indeed it i s ! . . . And now, our next step on our treasure hunt is at Psalm 147:16.” Peter read, “ ‘He giveth snow like wool.’ ”
on the window seat, and looked very unhappy. Grandmother laid aside her knitting. “ Peter,” she said, “ I think a treasure hunt would be something like a hike, wouldn’t it? I know of a thrilling one—a snow treasure hunt.” Peter was puzzled. “How can we ever have a treasure hunt? It’s snowing to hard for anybody to hide the treasure,” he said. “Oh, this is a new kind of treasure hunt —■different from any you know about,” continued Grandmother. “ There are a num ber of treasures to be found. But there is one that is very special. I hope you will find it.” “ So do I !” Peter’s face was bright with interest. “Well, well,” said Grandmoth er, getting up and moving her chair to a place beside the win dow. “Get your Bible, and we will both sit here while we play our game.” Peter dropped down on the low stool at Grandmother’s side. “We are going to find our treas ures by lboking in God’s Word,” she explained. “The verses that you find first, you may read, and
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