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Answer to “Who Am I ?” Piizrie: Rhoda (Acts 12:13). What to Do Let us make an “Alphabet Book” of Scripture v e r s e s that we like. Ei ther make an attractive cover for a notebook which you can buy at the store, or else make your book by bind ing together twenty-eight sheets of bright-colored construction paper six by nine inches in size. You will need one full sheet for each letter and two extra pieces for the covers. Cut the letters of the alphabet from a contrasting color. Make the letters large. Then paste one on each right-hand page of the book (not using the inside of the cover sheet). On the “A” page write three verses of Scripture beginning with “A.” Try to choose “salvation verses,” that is, verses in which God tells us we can be saved from our sins. An example for the let ter “A” would be, “All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all” (Isa. 53:6). You will find some examples of these verses in the JUNIOR KING’S BUSINESS for September and October, 1940. Be sure to tell where the verse can be found in the Bible. Memorize one verse. Continue in the same way for each letter of the alphabet. New K. Y. B. C. Members The following have read through the Gospel according to. John and are now members of the Know Your Bible Club: ALBANY, ORB.: Keith Allen; Calvin Dennis; Loren Fisher, and William Lance (Lloyd E. Wright, teacher). HALLOWELL, PA?: Mary Ellen Fifl- man; Lillian Kraiser; Dolores Lilley; Bar bara Ann Moran; Mildred New ; June Peter son ; Helen Siez, and Elizabeth Zeitler (Mrs. H. W. Koehler, teacher). MARIENTHAL, KANS.: Mrs. Frantz, Billy, and Wayne Frantz, and Mrs. Walker (Alfred Miller, leader). ONTARIO, CALIF.: David and Raymond Fitzsimons; Bobby Miller, and Melburn Spooner (Bertha Sehwarzwoelder, teacher). PASADENA, CALIF.: Paul Tanner, Jr. (Mrs. Amel Anderson, leader). PORT ANGELES, WASH.: Connie and Maria Johns; Elaine Psomas; Darlene and Donna Reeves, and Dorothy Ulin (Dorothy Ulin, Marian Bayliss, and Eleanor Alleman, leaders). SWANNANOA. N .. C.: Elbert Clayton; Mildred Creaseman; Alma Hensley; Ger aldine Kasey, and Merle Maxwell (Mrs. U. B. McMaha i , leader), TOPEKA, KANS.: Anna. Belle Applyby (Mrs. D. E. Wisner, leader). How to Join the K. Y. B. Club To become a member of the Know Your Bible Club, read throngb the Gospel ac cording to John, using either your own Bible or a Gospel of John which will be sent upon request. When the Gospel has been read, and a statement to this effect, signed by parent or Sunday-school teacher, has been sent to the Editor of the Junior King’s Business, a K. Y. B. C. pin will be mailed. Sunday-school classes or clubs desiring to order ten or more Gospels or pins may wish to share the cost of these supplies, as the Lord directs: Gospels, post paid, five cents each—in quantity, three cents; pins, without postage, two cents each. However, no one is to do without a Gospel or pin because of lack of money. Address: Junior King’s Business, 558 S. Hope St., Los Angeles, Calif.
went on, slowly, tenderly, praying for help to reach this little child his old heart loved So deeply. “Just living on the Mission com pound or in a Christian home, just go ing to Sunday-school every S u n d a y and singing choruses or learning Scrip ture verseq, won’t save you. Just not worshiping idols won’t make you a Christian. You must, yourself, accept Jesus as your Saviour, and then He will live in your heart forevermore.” Two big tears began to roll down Fu-yong’s cheeks. “I didn’t know, Grand father. I thought I was a Christian— but I see it now. I do want to belong to Jesus, and I want Him to fill my heart. Tell me how,” she begged. Her grandfather’s heart sang with* joy, and his own voice was not too steady as he replied. “In the Bible it "says, ‘For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever’ (and that means you, Fu-yong, and me) ‘believeth in him should not perish, but have ever lasting life,’ and again, ‘For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation.’ ” “Can I confess Him now, Grand father? For I do believe it all, and I want to ask Jesus to come in to fill my heart.” And she dropped down right ■there in the brick courtyard, and opened her heart to Jesus. “Please, Jesus,” she prayed with earnest voice, “come into my heart and help me to serve Thee.” She had forgotten all about the peach- colored gown! The next morning Fu-yong sat, as usual, on the stone doorstep in front of the open gateway. But it was a changed Fu-yong. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks were rosy, and her fingers were busy knitting a warm sock she was go ing to make for Little Box for the next winter. The big red gate next door creaked open slowly, and a young girl stepped out and into the waiting rickshaw. She flung her shining, black hair back with a proud imitation of an official’s daugh ter and arranged her long, peach-colored gown daintily as she settled herself in the rickshaw. But Fu-yong did not look up. She didn’t even know that the ob ject of her admiration for so many days was near! She was waiting f o r . Little Box who had promised to come that morning. She had grown to love Little Box as she would have loved a little brother of her own. ,And she wanted to tell him about her new Friend, the Lord Jesus. A happy smile crossed her face as she remembered what her grandfather had said over their morning bowl of rice. “Why, I do believe ‘Always Happy’ has come home and ‘Used to be Happy’ has gone quite away at last!” “Please, Jesus,” she whispered, “help me always to be ‘Always Happy’ and to love You more and more.”
missionary had taken her to visit the daughter of the telephone operator that week, where she would have had a good reason for wearing it, she had gone, in stead, in her blue cotton trousers and pink-flowered jacket. So that afternoon, when no one else was about, he ques tioned her. Fu-yong blushed brick-red when he asked her about the blue gown, and she hung her head. But after a long, long time she made her confession. “Please, Grandfather, don’t think me ungrateful. I am a m o s t unworthy granddaughter, I know, and I should be punished for not being always happy. B-b-but my blue gown doesn’t look pretty any more because I saw a— peach-colored one that—almost took— my breath away. And, oh, Grandfather,” she finished with a rush, “I want it so badly. Is it very wrong?” Grandfather Ban didn’t scold; instead he asked, very gently, “Do you think you would be absolutely happy if you had a peach-colored silk gown, Little Happiness ?” “No-o-o,” she admitted ruefully. “Why not?” pressed her wise old grandfather. “Because, down at the bottom of my heart, I would know it was wrong to have it,” she confessed.^ “And yet you can’t be happy without it; it that right?” "Yes,” Fu-yong sobbed. “I want it so much I hurt here.” And she placed her little brown hand over her stomach. "Well,” Grandfather Lan said as though it were quite a new thought. “If you can’t be happy with or without it, I see nothing else to do but to ask the Lord Jesus to take the desire for a peach-colored gown right out of your heart.” Fu-yong raised her head, wonder in her eyes. She hadn’t thought of that before! “Do you really love the Lord Jesus?” she heard Grandfather ask her gravely. “Why, of course I do!” she exclaimed indignantly. “But do you really and truly?” Grand father insisted, pulling her down beside him on the rough bench. “You know all about Him, I know. That you have known since you were that high,” meas uring a distance not very far above the ground, “but does He really live in your heart? If He really lived there, would there be room for this envy that is eating your heart out?” , Fu-yong hung her head. “But I’m not like all these people around us. I’m a Christian,” she said, in her own defense. “No, you aren’t like these people around us. Many of them have never even heard about Jesus, and they still worship their idols. But, Little Happi ness, you may be just as much lost as they are.” Fu-yong looked up, startled, and her eyes grew big and afraid. Before she could say anything, her grandfather
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