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K i n g ’ s
April 1932
unior KING ’S BUSINESS . . . B y M artha S. H ooker
so He said, “ Bring Me of the fish that ye have caught.” They did as He bade them, and they watched Him in wonder as He prepared for them a breakfast. When it was ready He said, “ Come and dine.” Think who He w as! God the Son, who had come down from the Kingdom of Marvelous L ight! The Second Person of Elohim, who made the worlds! Yet He made for His disciples a breakfast by the Sea of Galilee! Jesus, the True'Prince, who gave His life blood to buy back the world from Satan, gave, with His own hands (with the nail-prints in them), bread and fish to His tired, cold, hungry fishermen disciples! As they sat around the fire that He had made, the thought above all other thoughts was LOVE—their love for Him, and His for them. The wonder o f earth and heaven is the love of God. “ For God so loved the world that he gave his only be gotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” [To be continued ] Golden Gloves I am going to tell you about some beau tiful gloves you may wear if you will. These gloves are bright and shining and gold. They must be carefully put on your hands, and so long as your hands are kind to others,, the gloves remain shining and bright. You cannot see them, and no one else can see them, for they are invisible gloves, but all those around you will know when you wear them. When mother puts on her gloves, she fits them carefully on each finger. You may do the same after me, beginning with the left hand: “ D o” (fitting the imaginary glove on the thumb). “ Unto” (the first finger). “ Others” (the second finger). “As” (the third finger). “You” (the fourth finger). Now the right hand: “Would” (the thumb). “Have” (the first finger). Now, mother fastens her gloves with a tiny clasp. W e have a golden clasp, a strong clasp, and we call it “prayer,” so we shall ask our Heavenly Father to help us remember when we are tempted to do wrong things with our hands, and keep us from that temptation, because only He can do it.— T he S unday S chool T imes . Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me, Bless Thy little lamb tonight, Through the darkness be Thou near me, Keep me safe till morning light. All this day Thy hand hath led me, And I thank Thee for Thy care, Thou hast cloth ed me, w arm ed me, fed me, Listen to m y hum ble prayer. Am en. “ Others” (the second finger). “Do unto” (the third finger). “ You” (the fourth finger).
The Story of the Great King B y H elen H owarth L emmel - v - jt n d t h e y took Him to a place called Calvary. And there they crucified / Him. They placed Him between two thieves, as if He were the worst of the three. One believed in Him and said, “ Lord, remember me when thou comest into thy kingdom.” And Jesus said, “This day shalt thou be with me in paradise.” The last words o f Jesus were, “ It is fin ished.” The price was paid. The world was redeetned. The way was open for all who would escape from Satan and the sin and death he had brought into the world. Jesus, on the cross, opened the way back to God. The thief was the first to choose that w ay; the way that was opened for whosoever believeth. And it is the only way. * * * As Jesus hung upon the cross, the sky grew black as midnight. The sun was blot ted out, though it was day. The ground trembled. An earthquake shook the hill of Calvary and the city below. The people fled in terror from the place of the cross. And they said, “ Surely this was the Son of God.” * * * Those who loved Him laid Him in a tomb in a garden. They were so full of grief and despair at this seeming end of all their hopes that they could think of nothing else. Had they forgotten that He had said—oh, so often—that He would rise again on the third day? Or did they not believe? He had brought others from death back to life. Why did they not re member ? Through the gray dawn, a group of women stole softly toward the tomb in the garden. They had come to be near Him whom they loved. They had been the last to leave when night came, and while it was yet dark, they were there—the first to return. In broken whispers as they went, they talked o f Him, and of His goodness, His wisdom, His unfailing love, His patience and tenderness so wonder fully shown to them and to the world. How, they wondered, could they live with out Him? And now, one remembered that He said strange things about coming back. His talk of dying had seemed strange, too. They could not believe it could be so. But He had died. Always when He had spoken o f that, He had said that on the third day —and this was the third day. Suddenly they stopped. “L ook ! L O O K !! The tomb is open! The stone is rolled away!” They went nearer and looked in. Then, in great haste, stumbling because o f tears that blinded them, and because o f the wild beating of their hearts, they sought and found the disciples. But the tired, discour aged men could not believe. “You tell idle tales!” they said to the women. And even when they, too, had seen that the place where they had laid Him was empty, still they wondered.
It was a woman named Mary who first saw Him and heard Him speak. And she knew that He was the same Jesus, for His voice was like no other voice. She was one o f the women who had gone early to the tomb, and found it empty. Afterward she had returned alone, and there He came to her. He had saved her from great trouble once and she loved Him with all-her heart and soul and strength. T o a woman in a garden, long ago, Sa tan, the Wicked Prince, came, bringing sin and sorrow and death. Now, to another woman in another garden, came Jesus, the True Prince, bringing news o f eternal life and joy, because He had conquered the Wicked Prince. Again, as the disciples-sat in a room talk ing o f Him, He stood before them. No door had opened, but there He was, the same Jesus. He spoke to them, and to prove to them— frightened as they were, and oh, so slow to believe—that He was the same, He told them to touch Him. And He ate with them, just as He had be fore that dreadful day on Calvary. And at last they believed. Many others saw Him, many times, but the most wonderful o f all except the very last time, was one morning as they came to shore after having been all night on the lake fishing. It was very early, and the air was chill. There was a fire burning near the water’s edge, and He had made it. There was fish upon the coals, but not enough for these cold, tired, hungry men,
Memory Verses for April A —11 we like sheep have gone astray . . . and the Lord hath laid on him the in iquity of us all. Isa. S3 :6. P—ray without ceasing. 1 Thess. S:17. R—ejoice in the Lord alway. Phil. 4 :4. I — n all thy ways acknowledge him and he shall direct thy paths. Prov. 3:6. L-—ook unto me, and be ye saved, all the ends o f the earth. Isa. 45 :22.
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