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January 1931
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K i n g ’ s
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Little Sister was speaking: “Uncle Alan says they do all the things that we do. He is sure the streets of that city are full of boys and girls playing. They hear and see and feel.” The mind of the woman flashed at this, to a study made in her girlhood, of the resurrection body of Christ and the earth activities possible to Him in those days of marvel after the first Easter. Then, out of the past came this verse: “We know that we shall be like him.” Of course! We shall have bodies like unto His glo rious body ! Caroline was not changed ! She was just the same dear little girl. And she was safer there, than she could ever have been here. The mother felt a warm assurance closing around her heart that she could not doubt nor resist. It was above doubt, beyond it ! Doubt could not touch it or spoil it. Here she could safely rest! She had found her green place of quiet peace be fore the throne that was set in heaven—a throne that could never be shaken, and a peace that would never be broken ! =t= * * She was talking, weeks later, with Uncle Alan about Little Sister. “I wish I could remember all that she said to me that day. It almost seemed to me that angels must be whisper ing to her the very words to say, the very things I needed to know !” Uncle Alan smiled. Little Sister was his own special product. He had followed a plan with her, long cherished in his bachelor heart. He had simply, he now explained, talked to her almost daily about the things of Christ and the Word of God. All the heavenly wonders contained therein had been spread before her childish mind contin ually. It followed naturally that her imagination had seized upon these matters instead of upon the morbid or extravagant fabrications so often presented to children. Yes! Of course there had been exaggerated concepts to be corrected ! But the details of heaven, the harps and the angelic harping, the exquisite harmonies of the heavenly life, the intimate fellowship with God’s great family there, and the joy of being face-to-face with the Beloved—all these things entranced her. Of the golden bowls filled with the incense of the prayers of the saints, she had inquired, “And when a T H E K ING ’S BUSINESS is increasing ly a t tra c tiv e to S u n d ay -sch o o l classes a n d y o u n g p e o p le ’s societies. T ry it n e x t y e a r. T h e fo l low ing low p rices a re offered . T e n cop ies w ill b e sen t to o n e a d d re s s (in U . S .) , fo r $ 1 0 .0 0 ; in C a n a d a a n d fo reign coun tries, $ 12 .0 0 . In a d d itio n , tw o book s, w o rth $ 3 .0 0 a t reg u la r prices, w ill b e sen t p o s tp a id : “W INN ING CH ILD R EN FO R C H R IS T ” B y W. P. T homson “ T H IS IS T H E W A Y ” B y an U nknown C hristian O th e r a n d m o re v a lu a b le b o o k p rem ium s a re o ffe red w ith la rg e r o rd e rs. S am p le s w ill b e sen t on request. ATTENTION, SUNDAY-SCHOOL TEACHERS
“Uncle Alan says you can rejoice and suffer too. That is one of the sweetest parts of faith he tells us when we long for Daddy.” The little girl paused shyly. Her ten der heart was alert to help. But was the lady being helped ? She made a movement to go. The lady caught her back. “Dear little friend,” she said, and her eyes were wet, “I have lost my only little girl—all that I had; and I am a widow. Tell me, what do little girls find to do up there? What do you think heaven is like ?” She brushed away her tears. “I am going away where it is green and quiet,” she added, half aloud. She did not, as yet, realize how blest she was in having before her a child who was in closest touch with the great heart of Christ. A genuine child—she was evidently th a t! —but a child instructed from her earliest years in the Word of God. That last remark about the green and quiet place had struck a note. “It’s green in heaven—all about God’s throne,” said Little Sister. “There’s a rainbow around it, and it’s like unto an emerald.” “How do you know that ?” “Out of the Bible! It’s in the end book.” They picked up a Bible Mr. Wu had left there. They turned the beloved pages that were so dear to him, that were so dear to Little Sister, that had once been so dear to the woman who looked over her shoulder. The woman was reading: “After this I looked and behold a door was opened in heaven.” As she read, somehow it all became very real. In the first place, there was something definite about that door! It seemed that she herself could follow through it after the one who had heard the trumpet voice saying, “Come up hither.” “A door . . . .opened in heaven!” There must be a place beyond! Else why the univer sal urge within to forsake all present gain for an eternal reward ? This urge she knew to be inherent in the race. And she knew that it was not merely the result of ages of superstition. It was all seeming very vivid as she read! “And immediately I was in the Spirit.” Was it the work of .the Spirit in her own soul that she was believing all this, as if she saw it ? “And behold a throne was set in heaven, and one sat on the throne.” Thoughts, old prejudices, came raining down fast and furiously upon her consciousness like dead autumn leaves! There was the secret fear that the after-life was un real. And yet there had always been a little band of believers in this material world, who seemed to be more of heaven than of earth! To be with them was to know that these things were so! They were evidently not at variance with earth’s forces and resources, but, in some wonderful way, above them. They walked in a strange fourth dimension of faith, as it were. And all their con fidence invariably sprang from their knowledge of God’s Word, and all their peace from Christ! “And one sat on the throne.” “There!” Little Sister had found the verse! “And .there was a rainbow round about the throne in sight like unto an emerald.” An unbroken rainbow! A green restful covenant sign! All earth’s rainbows were broken. The rain, the dew—yes—and even the tear-drop could catch the seven colors. But up there a perfect one encircled the throne. And it was a restful bow, like unto an emerald!
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