84
January 1932
T h e
K i n g ’ s
B u s i n e s s
A Letter to Boys and Girls Dear Juniors, It is not often that I have the privilege o f writing you a letter that is all your own, although I think o f you very often. I hope I will have the privilege of meeting many o f you by and by, when you are old enough to come to the Bible Institute as students. My, how we will welcome you 1 W on’t it be wonderful when we all know each other, and when we are together for ever with the Lord Jesus? To those o f us who are looking for the Lord to come at any time, that happy day does not "seem very far off. W e need to remember, how ever, that we cannot share the joy o f it— not even a little bit—unless we believe God’s W ord and accept God’s Son as our own personal Saviour. How many Scrip ture verses can you think o f that prove this statement true? Everybody will be happy in heaven, be cause it will be the Land o f No Good-bys. Nobody likes changes or farewells. W e are all very sorry about one change that has had to be made in T he K ing ’ s B usi ness family, because the editor o f one de partment, Mrs. Lemmel, has not felt able to continue her work. She has given you some wonderful stories and songs, hasn’t she? Every one o f them has carried a mes sage about the Lord Jesus, that I hope you will never forget. W e hope, too, to have other material from her pen from time to time. I know you will pray that God will make Mrs. Lemmel a blessing to other boys and girls that she meets and whom we shall meet some day in the Saviour’s home. I cannot tell you in this letter who the new editor will be. W ill you join in prayer that God will -send just the right person for the work? Yours believing, W . P. W hite , Editor-in-Chief. Answers to January Questionnaire 1. Genesis 3. 2. John 19:41 to 20:2. 3. John 18 :l-5. 4. Revelation 22:2. Bible Questionnaire Where do we read of : 1. A temple built without noise of ham mer or saw? 2. A temple not made with hands? 3. What King David asked o f God for his son who was to be king? 4. What the son asked for ? The Memory Four 3rd week—1 Thess. 1 :10. 4th week—1 Thess. 1 :11. Sunshine Enough “ Oh, look, Robbie!” Bertha cried. “The sun’s come out. Isn’t that lovely?” “ Huhl” said Rob, with a disapproving glance at the sky. “ There are a whole lot o f clouds yet. I don’t call that much sun shine.” Bertha looked at the golden patch on the floor, where a struggling sunbeam had found its way through the window, and for a moment her face was sober. Then her eyes brightened, and she exclaimed, “Well, at any rate, Robbie, it’s a good deal o f sunshine if you sit in it.” —M essenger for the C hildren . 1st week—Acts 1 :11. 2nd week—Zech. 14:4.
His Witnesses
I t was a sunny spring morning, and the Friend suggested that the day be spent out o f doors, especially to wit ness for the Lord Jesus, as the way opened. Leaving the house, and passing through a quiet back street on the way to Oxford Street, London’s busiest thoroughfare, the witness saw a young man in clean white cotton clothing leaning against a high iron railing. A strap around his neck held an open box with packages and boxes of candy in it. He had only one arm. But he had a radiant face. “You look hkppy,” said the Witness, stopping in front of him. “ I am that, Miss,” was the bright reply. “ But you have only one arm. And you can’t make much selling sweets.” “ I make something, and many have noth ing. And I still have one arm, and am alive. My brother lost his life—in France.” “And you are happy because you are alive and have one arm? Pardon me. I am not just curious, I am interested.” “ Thank you, Miss. I am happy because I love and believe in the Lord Jesus.” And his was indeed a “shining morning face” as he spoke. “Ah, that is what I wanted to hear. I was sure o f it. I love and believe in Him, too.” “ Buy some candy,” whispered the Friend. So a bottle of hard candy was bought, the Witness wondering who was going to get it, as it was not her kind o f candy. On Oxford Street now, the thin, far away sound o f a violin filtered through the roar o f traffic, and listening, the Witness caught the strain o f an old hymn, “ I will believe, I do believe, that Jesus died for me.” Following the sound two blocks, she saw a man standing close to the curb, seemingly more occupied with his playing than with the passer-by who might give give him pennies. “Why are you playing that?” asked the Witness. “Why do I play?” he said quietly, not having heard the last word of the question. “ I play because it is all I can do. There isn’t much for a poor old body these days.” “ I’m afraid that is true, since the world is what it is. But I asked you why you played that hymn.” “ I don’t know any other kind o f music, and I don’t want to. And it might make somebody think o f the thing that really matters, and that is not this world. I am a servant of the Lord Jesus, Miss. Are you?” “ Yes, I am,” was the answer. “Are you expecting Him soon?” The light that leaped into his bright old eyes was lovely to see as he said emphatically, “ I am that. Praise His name! That’s my ‘blessed hope.’ ” The Friend’s money went into the old but clean remnant of a hat, and the W it nesses and the Friend were warmed by the meeting. As she went on, the Witness asked a policeman the way to a certain street, then gave him a gospel, with the words, “Do you know the way to heaven as well as
the way around London? I f not, the little book will show you.” The only response was a doubtful smile and a “thank you,” but the witness was given, and it was now for God to “ carry on.” In beautiful Hyde Park now, the W it ness stopped to sit on a bench near which played three children. Ragged and dirty they were, and canny as are all urchins o f great cities. A fter a few moments’ con versation, which was not hard to start, the Witness asked, “Don’t you go to school?” “ N-a-a-w,” in high disgust from one, “not me. I dunno ’bout t’ other blokes.” One “bloke” was a girl, and a prize bal ancer-on-nothing, and cartwheeler she was. “ The candy,” prompted the Friend. And so the mystery o f its purchase was solved. “ I f you’ll find a nice, clean little stick, I will dig out some o f these sweets for us,” said the Witness. “ Oh, Miss, I have some in me p o c k e t- just as if we knowed ye wuz acomin’.” “Just as if,” agreed the Witness, with true delight, for was not this a seal upon the day’s work? A t the word, some twigs, freshly barked and strangely clean, were sorted out o f an amazing collection o f amazing size, from the pocket that pro duced them, and the feast began. The talk was o f the homes and families o f the three who were strangers until this day’s en counter, and small though they were, each was from a far and different part of the city. Sunday was also in high disfavor with the first spokesman, a second wanted to know “ whatever” that “ wuz,” and the girl was a Romanist. A little talk about the Lord Jesus was quietly listened to, and at parting, there were tucked into grimy pockets and a one-time shoe—the girl “bloke” being pocketless—cards “ for mo ther,” bearing some o f the Saviour’s love words. Another card was placed on the point o f an iron railing, and from a seat near by, its fate was watched as far as might be. The first to come in sight was a well-dressed young man who at once saw and picked the strange picket-blossom. He turned the card about, read it, and reread it as he slowed down his walk. At last, he care fully tucked it into a pocket, and resumed his rapid walk. The Witness sent up a prayer for the card and its reader, as also for the children and their homes. [To be concluded]
A Morning Prayer The morning bright with rosy light Has waked me from my sleep; Father, I own Thy love alone, Thy little one doth keep. All through the day, I humbly pray, Be Thou my guard and guide; My sins forgive, and let me live, Lord Jesus, near Thy side. O make Thy rest within my breast, Great Spirit o f all grace I Make me like Thee, then shall I be Prepared to see Thy face.
— S elected .
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