February, 1941
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Junior King's Bus iness By MARTHA S. HOOKER M ember of Faculty, Bible Institute of Los Angeles
whether your skin is black or white— it’a not your shin at all it’s your heart. If you love the Lord Jesus and let Him dwell in your heart, it will be pure and white. And His dear arms are about you now. And the more you think of the Lord Jesus, the more you will love Him;- the more you love Him, the more you will serve Him, and the more you serve -Him, the happier you will be!” “But, Mis’;.Green, how can I serve Jesus? I sure want to do something for Him, because He’s already made my heart white.” “Why, my dear little girl, every time you do a kind act for some one you are doing it for Him.” “Well, I sure am glad to know that, Mis’ Green, and I Won’t growl no more when Mammy wants me to tote the clean clothes to Mrs. Johnson or fetch her a bucket of water from the spring. I’ll do it gladly and all the time be thinking on Jesus and how He really is loving me. Good-bye, Mis’ Green, and thank you for telling me.” And, waving good-bye, Eliza started off down the road singing: “I am so glad that Jesus loves me! Jesus loves even me!” ’ Toby Has a Birthday By M arianne C riswell * Toby sat on the rickety old steps leading off the back porch. His blue eyes were very thoughtful for a boy of only six years, and one of his soft brown curls had fallen over his left eye. With a very dirty little hand he brushed the hair away, leaving a smudge on his forehead. With the other hand he crammed the remains of a peanut but ter and jelly sandwich into an already too-full mouth. Suddenly something strange happened —Toby began to cry. He had seemed such a happy little boy, and why do you suppose he was crying? Well, it was his birthday, and he had no pres ents, no cake with candles, no special dinner—for his mother was out wash ing and ironing for other little boys’ and girls’ mothers. Toby really tried to be brave, but it was very hard. Even his playful puppy pulling at his shoe strings failed to bring joy to his little boy heart that longed for human com panionship and understanding. And so it was that Miss Carlisle from the American Sunday School Union found him. She had been out visiting Sunday-school boys and girls in their homes all day, and was on her way home. Tired? Yes, Miss Carlisle was very tired, but she was not so tired that her heart, filled with the love of the Lord Jesus Christ, could not be moved with tenderness and compassion for this
THINKING ON JESUS By M rs . I saac J. F razee
B r HAT are you looking at, Eliza?” called Mrs. Green from the porch tQ the little Negro tently up into the sky. ‘‘What are you doing, child?” Mrs. Green asked again. „‘‘Oh,” replied Eliza, “I was just think ing on Jesus. You know that was our lesson at Sunday-school this morning, and Miss Lucy, my teacher, saidj ‘To think on means to set your mind on,’ and the more we think on Jesus the happier we will be; and I sure want to be happy. Mis’ Green, ’cause I ain’t happy now.” And two big tears rolled down the little-girl’s cheeks. ‘‘Come here, Eliza,” said Mrs. Green kindly. “ Sit by me and tell me all your troubles.” ‘ Eliza came to her, and, putting her head in the good woman’s lap, sobbed piteously. After the little girl had .cried a while, Mrs. Green said, “Well, dear, dry your eyes and tell me all about it.” . “Well, you know, Mis’ Green, our les son was about thinking on Jesus, and when the Lord Jesus asked His disciples who they thought He was, Peter spoke right up and said He was the Son of God. Miss Lucy told us all about it, and then she said, ‘If we, have received the Lord Jesus as our Saviour and truly love Him, we are all God’s children’— and Effie Clark said, ‘All, Miss Lucy— except—Eliza—she’s our little “Black Sheep.” ’ Then Miss Lucy told Effie she ought to be ashamed of herself to talk that way—that I couldn’t help it if my skin was black. And Effie just giggled, and said, ‘Oh, well, then we will call her our little “woolly lamb,” ’ and all the children laughed, and I got mad, and grabbed my Testament and marched right home! I used to like Effie and thought she sure looked like an angel with her white skin and pretty golden curls, but now, Mis’ Green, I just hate her! She sure is my enemy from now on, and I—” • • “ Oh, no, child, don’t say that. I thought you wanted to think on Jesus! What does Jesus say about our enemies and those who hate?” “He says we must love them, but, Mis’ Green, I just' can’t forgive Effie.” "Oh, yes, you can, dear. Jesus says you are to forgive others because He
has forgiven you. Now I’ll tell you, Eliza, what you can do. Just think of something you have that you like very much, and give it to Effie. I am sure she will feel really sorry for what she said and will treat you like the other little girls in the class.” Eliza sat silent for some time and ' then said, clapping her hands, “I’ll give her my little woolly sheep on giteen wheels that I got on the Christmas tree, and I’ll write on a card, ‘To Effie from the Woolly Lamb.’ ” “ Oh, that will be fine,” said Mrs. Green, laughing. “I wish,” said Eliza, “that my skin had been white, and that I had been bom when the Lord Jesus was here on earth. The other night Mammy was singing that song—■ . m “I wish that His hands had been placed on my head, And His arms had been thrown around me, And that I ' might have seen His kind look, when He said, ‘Let the little ones come unto Me.’ “Oh, Mis’ Green, I was just wishing He would throw His arms around me; I’d be so happy! But He won’t,” she sobbed, “ ’cause my skin is black.” . “Poor little child,” said Mrs., Green, putting her arm around Eliza. “ Listen, dear, the Lord Jesus doesn’t ' care
girl under the pepper tree. But Eliza just kept on standing still, gazing in
*Student at the Bible Inetttute of hoe Angelee.
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