King's Business - 1928-07

July 1928

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J uly 7, 1928 Text:. Lk. 18:15-16

I l lu s t r a t e d D a i ly T e x t In teresting Stories from Everyday Life rSn

A missionary once said that she did her best teaching when she dressed the dear little body of the baby that had left her, putting on its prettiest frock, brushing back its flossy hair, laying a rosebud in its •waxen fingers, and then calling in the heathen women to look at it. They sobbed out in their astonishment, “You’ve fixed your baby up to go to a lovely place, and you expect to see her again. When ours die we throw their poor little bodies out for the dogs to eat. They have gone into dark-: ness and we have no hope of ever seeing them again. We want to know about your Jesus who has your baby, and who will take care of her, and’ let you have her again when you die.”

J uly 5, 1928 Text : Mt. 25:21

Dr. A. J. Gordon told of a Moravian missionary, named George Smith, who went to Africa. He had been there but a short time and had only one convert, a poor woman, when he was driven from the country, They found this man dead’ one day. He had died praying for the Dark Continent. Failure? And yet when they celebrated the one-hundredth anniversary of the founding of that mission, they learned that a company, accidentally stumbling upon a place where he had prayed, had found the copy of the Scriptures he had left. They also found one aged woman who was his convert. They sought to; sum up his brief life, and reckoned more than thirteen thousand liv­ ing converts that had sprung from that life which seemed such a failure.

J uly 8, 1928 Text: Acts 21:14

Rev. Gray tells thestory of a young wife whose husband was very sick, and who was told that he must die. In her wild agony she flung herself upon the ground and demanded of God that he be spared to her. “O God,”, said' she, “I cannot live without him 1 Thou must spare him to me! Take aught else but leave my husband!” The husband was indeed' spared, but only to remain an idiot. Years afterward while wearily enduring his vacant stare, the devoted wife cried out: “My Father, thou hast taught me how To suffer and be still; And bowed my rebel spirit down To thy unerring will. “Hast taught me that there is a pang Greater than death can give; And punished my idolatry, Bidding my idol live!” , Do we realize that ofttimes the greatest affliction with which God could visit us would be to answer our prayers? One time Ole Bull went to John Ericsson in New York to have his violin mended. Ericsson was a master at mending the violin, but music had no place in his soul, he thought. Ole Bull invited him to one of his concerts, but Ericsson said: “No, I love to work on the instruments, but I don’t care for musip!” Ole Bull led him into conversation. They talked about fibers' of wood, about, tones and semitones, and other things which go to make up the violin and its music. Then the great master said: “Let me show you what I mean!” He took the instrument and drew the bow across it a few times. The great soul of the master seemed to pass into the instrument. The workmen stopped. They listened. Mr. Ericsson stood transfixed, and when the last strains died away he came with tears in his eyes, and with his hand extended, said: “Ole Bull, there has been something wanting in my soul," and I never knew what it was, but you have discovered' it to me 1” J uly 9, 1928 Text : Mk. 10:21

J uly 6, 1928 Text: Acts 8:35

A Chinese Christian who was a sugar merchant was: called from home in Swatow to Shanghai on business. The cities are not far apart, but in language are so entirely different that a native of either cannot understand a word of the other’s tongue. When the man returned, he was called to pay his respects to a lady missionary, who asked him : “Is the ; church in Shanghai doing well? And did you see any Christians?” “Well, teacher- esS,” said he, “after I had finished my business, I looked around and discovered a building which I thought was a Christian church. I opened the door, and found that it was all still, and only one man was sitting there. When he saw me, he shook hands and seemed glad to see me, and began to talk in the Shanghai language. I could understand nothing he said except the name Jaso [Jesus]. When he said that, I knew he was a Christian, so I answered him in the Swatow language, and when he heard me say Jaso, he knew that I was a Christian. So we sat down and talked together for an hour and the only word we knew was Jaso, but we had a beautiful time together; for that was all we needed.” A. B. Simpson wrote :

“Jesus only ;is our message, Jesus all our theme shall be; We will lift up Jesus only, Jesus only will we see. “And for Jesus we are waiting, Listening for the Advent call; But it will still he Jesus only,, Jesus ever, all in all.”

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