patience, it continued this procedure for some time until it had woven together enough grass to make a firm clump. This it fastened under the eaves. Now that the nest was strong enough to support itself, the little bird took time to fly around to find what it wanted for a lining. It brought bits of string, feathers and leaves, with which it lined the nest, making it soft and comfortable for the baby birds who soon would be living there. Who taught the birds to do this? Did you ever hear of a school in which birds could be taught nest building? The mother birds never teach their little ones to construct nests; neither do the fathers. Cer tainly only God could put such knowledge into the hearts of the baby birds. The same Lord wants to teach children to belong to Him by faith in the Lord Jesus, so that they too may be able to do the things that God wants them to do. A certain kind of the nest into three loops, which fasten around three upright reeds growing in the water. These prevent the nest from floating away. When the tide comes in, the nest slides straight up along these reeds; when the tide goes out, the nest slips back into position again. Did this little duck read a book telling her how to make her nest in the water? Of course not! It was the same God who wants us to love and trust Him, and to be saved by His grace from sin, who put this mar velous instinct into the mind of the duck. He wantAto show us His way in our lives, so let us trust and obey Him and He will give us His Spirit to direct our paths. Timo was very happy in his new home. And then one night something happened. When they were all at dinner, a man came up to the window and said, “I am Dan Kasuwa’s uncle.” The missionary lady was fright ened. “Oh,” she prayed, "dear Lord Jesus, don’t let him take Timo away from us.” “I’m glad to see you,” said Mr. Missionary, “just the other day we found out where you lived, but you were not at home when I went to see you. Do you know that Dan Kasuwa is living with us?” duck builds a nest about the size of a dinner p la te ; she makes it so light that it flo a ts on the water. She con structs it among the reeds in the river. On three sides of the nest, she weaves part of
New K.Y.B.C Members LAKE CHARLES, LA.: Dorothy Car- mier; Janis and Linda Coal; Donnie and Edna Irene Davis; Betty Derby; Wanda Jean Jordan; Carolyn Leach; Edward and Marie Newman; Prince Redding; Tom my Street; Guenda Ray. Laquita Fay and Shirley Vawter (Edward B. Branch, leader). WASHINGTON, D. C.,: Anne Budlong; Rosemary Miller; Alice Stone; Sally Jean Wise (Ethel Vance, leader). "Yes, that is why I came to see you,” the man answered. “Dan Ka suwa is an orphan and has been liv ing with me, but he is a thief and can’t stay with me any more. I just wanted to tell you that he is a thief. If he steals from you, I am not to blame.” “No, we wouldn't blame you," an swered Mr. Missionary, “he hasn’t stolen from us, and I don’t think he Will. Do you care if he stays with us?” "No indeed! He’s mine, but I give him to you. You may have him.” “Oh, thank you, Lord,” the mis sionary lady murmured prayerfully. After the uncle had gone, the mis sionaries heard the other boys call ing, “Timo, Timo, you can come out now, your uncle’s gone.” “He was hiding in the woodhouse,” explained one of the boys, "he was afraid that his uncle would take him away.” “Is it true, is it really true,” asked Timo, “did* he say I could stay with you for ever and ever?” When he was assured that this was really the case, he danced and shouted for joy! Timo is still with the missionaries. He is learning to read, and every day he learns more about Jesus. Timo’s new name is written down in the Book of Life, for he has given his heart to the Lord Jesus. I Lord Jesus, take my hand, I Be always by my side, Y a And keep me from the paths of Y } sin, A y My Saviour and my Guide. \ Make me the kind of boy I Y Who tries to do the right, A I Not only when I know they’ll Y a see, Y A But when Fm .out of sight I A A boy who wears a smile, Y | And one who helps the weak; A A A boy who’s brave to fight the 6 Y wrong, | I But fears a lie to speak. f Each day as I grow up, X May I be kind and just; Y a A son my Daddy’s proud to I | own, a A A man whom all may trust. A | — E . S. H . A I My Prayer I {
R v u L i i u M fie & ii Dr. Walter L. Wilson We may learn wonderful lessons from the methods of the birds in constructing their little homes . O NE DAY a friend placed upon it contained: several pieces of small wire from one to three inches long; three or four hairpins and a number of bobby pins; some bits of iron shavings, and a few nails. I asked my friend: “Where did you find these things?” He replied, “A bird built a nest in a hollow tree in my back yard. When I cut down the tree, I found that the nest was constructed with the use of these strange articles.” Certainly this little bird wanted queer ma terials for its home. Sometimes people get strange de sires, too; they want many harmful and hurtful things which they think will make them comfortable, but they would be so much better off if they would choose the good and right things that were intended by God for their happiness. Another time, I little bird watched it fall, then promptly went after another spear of grass. The wind was blowing a wild gale. The sparrow put its little feet down upon the piece of grass until the gust of wind had passed. Then quickly it flew down and picked up in its beak the piece that was still hanging on the top of the rose bush. This it laid beside the other, standing on both pieces during each succeeding gust of wind. With great That night Dan slipped his hand into the missionary’s and said, “Je sus is good, I want to love Him.” Mr. and Mrs. Missionary were talk ing about Dan Kasuwa the next day and decided that he should have a new name. After all, “Son of the Market," for that is what his name meant, was not a very good name for one who had found a home. So it was decided that his name should be changed to Timothy, Timo for short. He liked his new name and sang it over and over. Several weeks passed, and little PAGE TWENTY watched a sparrow build a nest out side my window. It flew up under the eaves with a bit of grass in its beak, which the wind im mediately blew off the ledge and onto the top of a rose bush below. The
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