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2 THE YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR Some fishing trips are not for
sport or for food, but to help preserve human life.
Fish caught in Micronesian and Polynesian waters are frozen, shipped home for examination.
S MUCH at home with an aqua lung and a fish line as with a microscope and hypodermic syr- inge, Dr. Bruce Halstead, for- merly of the College of Medical Evange- lists, Loma Linda, California, goes fishing in dead earnest, for the fish he is after are deadly themselves. He is interested in finding out what makes some fish and certain marine animals poisonous, and why some parts of the world seem to pro- duce more of these toxic species than other areas. by ROBERT D. LEE As the author of a book on the subject of poisonous and venomous marine ani- mals of the world, Dr. Halstead has pointed out that during World War II several hundred Japanese military person- nel were listed as casualties from eating SEPTEMBER 15, 1959 3
poisonous fish. Furthermore, he states, ture by becoming poisonous themselves. similar cases have been reported more re- In order to solve these problems, literally cently among American troops stationed tons of fish have been caught, frozen, and THE in the Pacific area. shipped from Micronesian and Polyne- In cases that do not result in death, sian waters to the Loma Linda laborato- strange things may temporarily happen to ries. Here the scientists grind up portions (Ica. the senses of the victim. Cold water, of the flesh, gonads, and intestines and INSTRUCTOR whether as a drink or as a shower, pro- inject them into mice to screen the safe duced electric shocklike feelings in the from the toxic fish. bodies of some victims. One patient was Solving these problems will aid in un- seen blowing on his ice cream to cool it. derstanding many things about fish and THE YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR is a non- fiction weekly designed to meet the spir- A cool night breeze brought about a tin- other animals in marine waters. But these itual, social, physical, and mental inter- gling sensation on the lips of one patient. are not the only possible outcomes of this ests of Christian youth in their teens and In the Orient fish that are known to be research. twenties. It adheres to the fundamental poisonous are leached chemically to neu- By isolating the poisons and examin- concepts of Sacred Scripture. These con- tralize some of the poison in the flesh. ing their peculiar death-dealing prop- cepts it holds essential in man's true re- Just enough is left in to "spike up" the erties, Dr. Halstead and his group hope to lationship to his heavenly Father, to his meal, giving the gourmet a cheap drunk. discover drugs having beneficial and ther- Saviour, Jesus Christ, and to his fellow The main problem lies in knowing how apeutic qualities. Medical history is full men. much poison has been left in the fillets. of examples of how harmful natural prod- Beginning with volume one, number Why fish of a given species are poison- ucts have been controlled and used as one, in August of 1852, this paragraph ous on one side of an island and not on health-giving medicines. Curare, a plant appeared under the name of Publisher another, and why a commonly edible fish extract, has been used by South American James White: "Its object is, to teach the young the commandments of God and suddenly becomes deadly toxic are some Indians for poisoning their arrows; it is the faith of Jesus, and thereby help them of the problems that perplex Dr. Halstead now refined and used in medicine for to a correct understanding of the Holy and his skin-diving research assistants. such things as lessening the severity of Scriptures.- Whether 1852 or 1959, our One explanation might be in the kinds of convulsions. objectives continue to be the same. algae and other plankton eaten by the It may be a long way from a fishhook fish. Some waters may produce poisonous to a possible disease cure, but these under- strains of food that are devoured by the water scientists are determined to find • fish, which in turn may make these fish that cure. Someday you or one of your poisonous. Larger fish may eat the smaller family may benefit from these medical toxic fish and further complicate the pic- fishing trips. Editor WALTER T. CRANDALL Assistant Editor FRITZ GUY Art Editor T. K. MARTIN Editorial Consultants RAYMOND F. COTTRELL John saw me nod to his father and he RICHARD HAMMILL, THEODORE LUCAS E. LENNARD M1NCHIN, GERALD R. NASH said to the clerk, "Would you mind hold- Circulation Manager R. G. CAMPBELL ing this suit for about an hour, please? Editorial Secretary ALICE MAE SLICK Before I decide definitely, I think I would Zeui Seat like to look around in a few more stores." The clerk was obliging, and we did • look around. At last John saw what he by IVY R. DOHERTY knew he had wanted for as long as he had dreamed of a new suit. It was a blue- Published by the Seventh-day Advent- gray, all-wool suit. Sizes 12 through 15 ists. Printed every Tuesday by the Re- were all tried on. I really can't account view and Herald Publishing Association, at Takoma Park, Washington 12, D.C., IGHTH-GRADE graduation was just for it, but size 15 now appeared to be U.S.A. Second-class postage paid at E around the corner for John, our old- right, whereas in the other store size 13 Washington, D.C. Copyright, 1959, Re- est child. He had always done well at had been ideal. view and Herald Publishing Association, school, and now he was pushing out his I still have my suspicions that someone Washington 12, D.C. chest and throwing back his shoulders made a mistake when marking the sizes Subscription rates to U.S., Canada, at the very thought of high school in the on the tags, but I kept those suspicions and U.S. possessions: one year, 36.50; fall. entirely to myself, for when we sat eating two years, $11.50; three years, $15.75; At first we planned to send to Chicago our lunch in the park John said, "Just six months, $3.40; in clubs of three or for his new suit for graduation, but time imagine, size 15! When I was wearing more, one year, each $5.25; six months, stole up on us a little, and to be on the size 13 I felt like an ant, but with size 32.75. All other countries: one year, safe side, we finally decided to try the 15 I feel every inch a man." 57.30; six months, $3.80; •in clubs of local stores. He went back to chewing his sandwich, three or more, one year, each $6.05; six months, $3.15. I thought we had found the very thing while my mind began to masticate a new he wanted at the first store. He came thought. There are special people who The post office will not forward sec- back from the cubicle where he was fit- by their love and devotion and interest ond-class matter even though you leave a forwarding address. Send both the old ted, his face wreathed in smiles. There manage to throw over the shoulders of and the new address to THE YOUTH'S had been quite a bit of discussion over others a kind of magic cloak that has the INSTRUCTOR a month before you move. the most suitable size, and eventually same effect as John's size 15 suit, and size 13 was chosen as the perfect fit. brings out the best in them. My husband raised his eyebrows, sig- Everyone needs special friends to naling me over the clerk's shoulder, as place the magic cloak about them, for Photo credits: Cover, Kodak High School Photo Contest; p. 3, Bob Kruesinger; pp. 8, 9, he has on numerous other occasions when even the proudest shoulders can droop courtesy of Alberta Bernhard Mazat; p. 13, Max he wanted to ask me, "Shall we take this?" momentarily. I shall always hope I have Tharpe. without provoking another sales talk the insight and charity to perform such VOLUME 107, NUMBER 37 SEPTEMBER 15, 1959 from the clerk. an act for someone who needs a lift. 4 THE YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR
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WINNER Basil Lee's cover picture was an Perhaps animal husbandry and weaving and horticulture were award winner in the 1958 Kodak High among the subjects taught in the schools over which Samuel was School Photo Contest. His caption on this president. But the "chief subjects of study in these schools were the $200 prize winner is "Between Classes." law of God, with the instruction given to Moses, sacred history, sacred He was a senior at Galileo High School, music, and poetry."' It is apparent from this brief listing of subjects San Francisco. that the creative faculties of the mind were to receive major training. Modern education puts emphasis on developing skills for the dual CAMPBELL Moose Country by Sam role of making a living and rendering a service to others. But the Campbell is scheduled to begin serializa- creative subjects are still available to those students in Seventh-day tion in THE YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR, October Adventist colleges and academies whose objectives transcend time. 0 13. This 1951 MV Book Club selection We believe that a youth is an exception to the average who would will appear without cutting or condensa- find no satisfaction in studying painting or drawing or music or tion in the last twelve issues of 1959. If sculpture or architecture or literature or some other creative subject. you are not a subscriber, now is a good We are sincere in the conviction that many who are sometimes rest- time to order the INSTRUCTOR and be sure less and dissatisfied would discover a new and thrilling dimension to of every installment of this first-rate nature life if even brief training had introduced them to a cultural subject. story. Ellen G. White wrote that "true education includes the whole being," but how many attend our schools without taking even minor REACTION Soon after the first Campbell advantage of their offerings? "It teaches the right use of one's self. serial concluded we received this letter: It enables us to make the best use of brain, bone, and muscle, of body, "When I read the last chapter of On mind, and heart." Wings of Cheer [September 4 through A cabinetmaker can become an artist at his craft. A physician November 20, 1956] I was a little disap- can become an artist at his profession. The same can be said of most pointed that the story wasn't longer. I avenues of work for which men and women can prepare. But to by-pass wish there was another book continuing the opportunity to develop your particular aptitude for beauty of the story of the 'Sanctuary' and the people cultural expression is to stunt your growth into a complete person— in it. I don't suppose I would have ever a "whole being." read the book, unless you had put it in Would voice training add to your appreciation of life? Could you THE YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR. Some of US do learn to play a musical instrument? What about a course in painting? not have the money to buy all the books And how about a class in literature? that are printed and this was a good way Without in the least underestimating the value of the studies in for us to get to read it." MRS. AUDREY the curriculum of your choice, we urge you to weigh the worth of a TREICHEL, Sacramento, California. study in that area of education from which spring horizons of truth and beauty and the greater purpose of Creation. The greater purpose? CALIFORNIA "The June 16 INSTRUCTOR To learn to know Him better who "hath made every thing beautiful has an answer in Counsel Clinic that deals in his time." with the dress question and artificials, and it gives a good answer. However, the counselor does say that the wearing of imitation flowers as such is not mentioned by Mrs. White. On page 20 of Testimonies,
volume 1, she calls the wearing of arti- 1 Education, p. 47. 2 The Ministry of Healing, p. 398. 8 Ecclesiastes 3: I ficial flowers on the hat of a certain sister a display of vanity." MRS. A. V. BENTZ, Chowchilla. • Reader Bentz is right.
KENTUCKY "I wish to express my appre- ciation for 'Before You Leap' in the April COMING NEXT WEEK 7 INSTRUCTOR. I have seen this happen many times; I have been guilty of it my- self. I plan to keep this issue and re-read • "BEAM IN YOUR EYE" is the effervescent result of the cogitation this article from time to time. I like the of Essayist Robert H. Parr, whose education was furthered new format recently adopted." T. B. the Friday afternoon his wife was laid up with "a back." WITHERS, JR., Oneida. • "NOT ONE SPARROW" gives a teen-ager's reaction when he finds himself on a muddy hillside, alone except for his gun, TEXAS "We all (my family) like the his thoughts, and the bird in his hand. By Jerald M. Fikes. changes being made in the INSTRUCTOR. To us it means progress, and who should • "THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW" relates the harrowing ex- be more progressive than Seventh-day Ad- perience of Choong Hee Kim, the only survivor of a group ventists?" MRS. H. E. WILLIS, Keene. of five youths caught in a Korean War no man's land. By Harold E. Shull. TENOR "The tenor of the conversation reveals the treasure of the heart."—TM 84. SEPTEMBER 15, 1959 5 RE you coming from the East?" an elderly woman inquired as I stepped off the train that had just arrived from the East. I nodded. Noticing the foolishness of her question, she added, "Would you be Mr. Klimes, the new teacher?" In this way I met Mrs. Eaton, who was to be my landlady during the coming school year. "This is Arnold Anderson, my son-in- law," she said as she introduced me to the man behind the wheel of an old one- ton panel truck. After my baggage was secure in the two back seats, we drove to my abode, five minutes away. An un- harmonious band of bangs, squeaks, and rattles flooded the truck, while I tried to get a glimpse of the city through one of the little windows cut in the side panels. So this was Port Arthur, Canada. While Arnold, who was also the school board chairman, showed me around the school building that evening he observed, "We have eleven pupils enrolled here, but we could have twenty-five if we could get them all together. Some live as far as twenty miles away. It's a pity to see so many youngsters attend public schools and after a few years lose their love for the Lord. If only we could bring them together." As I looked over the spacious classroom I felt the challenge of a big, boisterous, happy group enlivening the dusty desks. I reflected, "Why don't we do just that? Let's bring them together somehow." The next morning found Arnold and me visiting the children-blessed homes of the church members. We talked with a farmer in his barn; we passed our chal- lenge on to a husky teen-ager; we ex- plained the aims of our school to a mother at the kitchen sink. "For Christians, Christian education" was our plea to the mailman, as he loaded his heavy mailbags. When the setting sun ended the day, we relaxed and counted our "sheep": a Johnny, a Ruth, a David—twenty-five of them, on one condition—transportation must be provided. Arnold had one ready answer. He would donate his converted truck to be used as a school bus. No less could I do, since there was no other person available, than drive it. Thus one September morning Arnold stopped his converted truck in front of the school, released from it some four- teen excited youngsters, and with an "It's all yours," handed me the keys. Two of the older boys began that school year with a three-hour art class, decorat- ing the old truck with a new and noble by R. E. KLIMES title: "SCHOOL Bus." At recess some of the girls swept the bus. I had to rely considerably on back-seat drivers as I learned the route, which took us some fifty-five miles in an odd-shaped circle through the farming communities. The three hours I spent in driving meant no financial benefit to me. Little gold or 6 THE YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR silver of mine rusted away in the luxuries the paper mill called the seventh morning HE HOT June sun was beating of this world that year. hour. The little heater did its best, but it down mercilessly on the black had too large a territory to be effective. T pavement ahead. It was the last RIFTS of powdery snow had re- The snow coming down lay high and week of school. A shot, a terrific placed the rustling piles of dry loose on the road. The tracks of the city pull, and all I could see ahead was a ditch! leaves. The alarm clock had were behind me. Now I was following a I brought the bus to an abrupt but safe nearly strained itself to the last huge lumber truck, which was breaking stop. Just a blowout. That was nothing buzz before I was awake enough to the way for me. The ruts deepened. The new. It was the third that memorable deaden its disturbance with an uncertain motor was working hard. Was the front week. As soon as the bus stopped, the pas- push. Through the ventilation opening I bumper plowing the snow? That it was, sengers rushed out, one with a spare tire, could hear the clatter of the dishes, see my I found out on a slight hill where the bus one with a jack, and one with a wheel landlady rushing back and forth, and feel came to a slow stop, regardless of all my wrench. Two of the younger students took warm air rise from downstairs. efforts. their assigned places in front and behind After a rich spiritual and physical Prolonged shoveling was unsuccessful, the bus to signal the traffic. Because each breakfast, I packaged myself into my and I struggled through the now knee- one did his part well, we were rolling heavy overcoat and dared the cold. The deep snow to the nearest farmhouse, half again in less than five minutes. bus hadn't kept warm even under the a mile away. The farmer's tractor turned On a fence post by the road now hangs quilt. Only with great moaning did the the bus around on the spot. I arrived at a blownout truck tire. It had served us starter turn its stiff joints, but that was the cold, deserted schoolroom alone at well. For 22,000 miles it had carried the all. No wonder; it was so cold that even noon. That was the only day we missed pupils through hail, mist, snow, and rain. the red alcohol had curled up in a ball, school because of the school bus. It had carried them to school, to the just pointing its finger to the lower "25." Many a Sunday Arnold and I slipped Christmas concert, to JMV Summer I called one of the church members into our mechanic's overalls and spent a Camp, sometimes to church, and some to who was ready to help me get started. A long day doctoring the bus. But every their baptism. The tire had given its all slow push, a few jerks, a sputter, and I Monday morning found it ready for —but no, not yet. Last spring a family of began the cold trip. A shrill whistle from service. house wrens made it their home.
—the whir of the electric typewriters bombarded me and spilled into the hall for a moment till the door clicked shut. The smile of the person in charge quickly paired with a courteous invita- tion for me to be seated. After a short CORRECTED briefing and a trial on the electric type- writer I took the desk that was to be mine for the summer and on into the fall. by JERRY MC GILL "It'll take you a while to get used to that machine," someone said from the next desk. "It did me." It had been a long time since I had used a typewriter for much else than let- ters to my folks and friends—and they EVEN expectant days had slipped Institutes of Health. Out Massachusetts never seemed to mind my unerased mis- S away. The Government job I had ap- and Wisconsin avenues from Washing. takes and strikeovers. But it was different plied for successfully a week earlier was ton, D.C., it thrusts up a fifteen-story sil- when my improvisatory and original tech- now waiting. The motor hummed se- houette and handsomely breaks Mary- niques arrived at the checker's desk. renely, and the morning sun shone land's woody horizon. Here three thou- Through horn-rimmed glasses that brightly on my windshield while each sand telephones ripple messages from matched her carrot-hued hair she eyed conquered stop light fell behind. My floor to floor, into the capital city, and my final draft one day and said, "We thoughts cracked out above the buzzing out across the country. Staffs of brilliant don't do it this way. This must be pavement: Would I make a good recruit? physicians and eminent scientists feel corrected." Would my schoolwork be hindered when their way into new fields of research It was not long before I was awake to I changed to part time in the fall? And, medicine. White-clad technicians and the simple but unrelenting fact that most of all, what vivid lessons now hid nurses dart in and out the laboratories there just are no uncovered, uncorrected in the coming weeks? and rooms. The key word is accuracy. mistakes in Government medical records. The questions teased my already- Mistakes must be few and promptly cor- As I typed the final drafts day after day, stirred anticipation during a fortunate rected. this truth steadily hooked onto my think- parking search. My tires bit at the curb I knew beforehand that my depart. ing. It found its way in and stuck. as I made a final twist on the steering ment was on the first floor so I hurried Then I saw the lesson—about another wheel and reached for the ignition key. past the guard with a word of greeting. record book, kept in heaven. Whether Then I was out of my car and moving "Nice morning!" God has tape recorders, wire recorders, swiftly toward the entry way. That day I "Certainly is." or real books I don't know. But in any was an employee of the United States His momentary smile and glance case, with our good deeds and mistakes Government. snapped back to normal as I disappeared "we shall stand before . . . judgment." Lingering for a moment on the outside into the spacious lobby. I walked down And the effectual and potent eradicator of the building, I let my eyes scan the the north corridor. My heart paddled at of the life's final draft must be found, in well-engineered lines of the brick-and- my ribs. At last a neat little sign read symbol, streaming down a Roman cross. mortar giant soaring into the summer "Medical Records Transcribing Unit." Then there will be the full-pardoning sky, the Clinical Center at the National I pressed open the door into the office stamp, "Corrected." SEPTEMBER 15, 1959 7 UR WEEKEND destination companiment in any music circle—we PART TWO—CONCLUSION was the home of a worker sang the songs that make the coming of 0 named Sampong. We drove the Sabbath blessed wherever it is. twenty-two miles by car, then We asked our host to tell us how he took a jeep the remaining four miles. came to be a worker for God. He had had Pastor Siagian joined us on this trip, and several contacts with Seventh-day Ad- with Buja, Gilbert and Verneita Oliver, ventists when a boy and had felt drawn to Alfred, and me it made a rather formida- this friendly, zealous Christian people. ble number of house guests for a week- Buja, our guide, had met him several Not end stay. But although Sampong and times and had encouraged him to come to his wife Tati already had five small boys some of the Seventh-day Adventist meet- of their own, a younger brother and ings. But he had always avoided them. Norma, a teen-age schoolgirl who lived After a spell of sickness and enforced with them, they welcomed us warmly. rest, however, he had been thinking more We wished, as we mounted the bamboo seriously of his life and future. About Headlines rungs of the ladder serving as front steps this time Buja met him again and ex- that we could make a more poised en- tracted from him a promise to attend trance. Verneita and Gilbert made quite the next Sabbath services. In spite of the a graceful entrance while Alfred and I pain from a severe fungus infection on grappled with the ladder and finally his feet, he walked ten miles that Sabbath but ended up crawling in on all fours. The to church, and ten miles back again. He floor had a suspension-bridge quality as we never missed a Sabbath for a year and a walked across the room, and several times half, at the end of which time he was my husband was all but sure it would not baptized. Eager to interest his friends and support his portly frame! When nearly neighbors in his new faith, he began hold- one hundred people gathered in the same ing meetings in his home. Front small home for Sabbath school and After the evening service at Sampong's church services the next day, we knew home we shook hands with everyone and our fears had been unnecessary. waited for them to leave so we could After settling our baggage, we sought spread our mattresses on the floor and put out a river running nearby. This proved up our mosquito nets for the night. But Lines an excellent and beautiful place to clean the people did not seem to be so ready for up for the Sabbath, as well as to relax in bed as we were. They lingered around a bit of privacy. We sat on the submerged while Gilbert and Alfred began to blow rocks and welcomed the clear water as the up the air mattresses, hoping that this moving current carried it over us. would put across the idea. The Olivers by Only the sight of the sun reaching for laughed and assured us that we might as the western horizon could bring us to well go ahead and prepare for the night. ALBERTA BERNHARD leave such pleasant surroundings. We ar- Since the only lights were small bottles rived back at Sampong's home to find filled with oil and a rag wick, we had MAZAT folks already gathering for sundown wor- semigloom in the corners, and proceeded ship. With Pastor Oliver's trombone and to get under our mosquito nets and find a Alfred's harmonica—an unusual duet ac- comfortable spot on the air mattresses.
Sabbath morning dawned early, and even before we had a chance to roll out of bed and put away our bedrooms, the folks began to gather. The babies and small children were comfortably situated on their mother's back, tied in place with a sarong. After breakfast, supplemented as were all our meals with the dried whole- wheat toast and canned food Verneita had provided for these trips, we were ready to begin the services. There were a number of children in the group, so Mrs. Oliver and I, with Norma, who could translate, went across the road to the home of another Adventist to hold separate meetings for the children. Sampong's house was soon so full that it became apparent we would have to keep the children during the church service too. Verneita's suitcase always contains pictures and Sabbath school aids to in- terest the children, so they were very at- tentive. Between Sabbath school and church a baptism was held at the river. Pastor Siagian officiated, and as each of the five Author Mazat and doctor husband, ready for air-mattress trip down the Ternpasuk River. candidates rose from the water, the group 8 THE YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR At jungle observance of the ordinance of humility Pastor Gilbert Oliver serves the expedition's guide.
on the bank sang, "I will follow Thee, my through, he would begin again. We were tense of sleeping and got up to prepare Saviour." We could not but feel that those working on the chorus of "Dare to be a for the coming clinic. baptized in the running waters of a river, Daniel," and the tune, even though new, The patients began to come early, and as was Jesus, are truly fortunate. was learned readily. But it seemed to filled the little house to overflowing, We took the children back to their take a good many repeats before we could waiting as always for everyone to finish meeting while the adults went back to all sing it together. No one, however, his turn, comparing medicine, and then Sampong's for the church service, which grew impatient or bored. leaving together after hearty handshakes that day included Communion. This was Sleep did not come in long snatches all around. the first time the people there had partic- this night. Sampong and Tati's baby boy After about the first sixty patients we ipated in a communion service, and to was teething and feverish, and he cried a came upon two interesting names in the most it was a new experience. Although it good deal of the night. At one point one roster. "Doctor," said Verneita, "here are was about 1:30 P.M. before the service of our group returning to the cottage two appropriate names for patients at a was finished, the children were still lis- was unsuccessfully shooed out by Pastor clinic—Mesik and Mesore!" tening—though a bit less eagerly—and the Siagian, who thought a stray dog was "I've got a new name myself," Alfred older folks seemed reluctant to leave. coming uninvited through the doorless answered. "Metired!" Later a sundown service was held, and doorway. After finishing with the last patient we then an evening of stories, Bible quizzes, The roosters and ducks had no respect waited an hour for the jeep and trailer we and singing. for anyone's desire to sleep, and early had ordered the Friday before. When it Learning a new chorus was not a mat- Sunday morning they struck up a chorus finally came we started on the six-mile ter of turning to another number in the right under the house. From this short trip to the end of the jeep trail. From that book or the next song on the mimeo- distance the noise had a way of sounding point we began hiking up the trail to graphed song sheet. It was a matter of almost as though it was right in bed with Narinang. teaching by rote, for very few could read us. Scarcely had they tuned up when the Here and there we would catch a in any language. Pastor Siagian read the people from the hills beyond began to glimpse of a river as it twisted its way words, and we all repeated them over and pass by our cottage on their way to the down and around the same hills we were over and over. When after ten or twenty weekly Sunday market with their prod- climbing. The cool sound of its ready repeats we still could not say them uce. At this point we gave up any pre- flow was refreshing, and we hoped we SEPTEMBER 15, 1959 9 dering. When they finally realized what we planned to do, they laughed incredu- lously. "Oh, you can't do that!" "Why not?" we asked. "Don't the peo- ple take their market produce down that way?" Intruder "Yes, but that is different. They know how to handle rafts in the rapids, and by OLIVE E. TOWNSEND even then they sometimes have to carry them along the bank beside the swifter rapids." Today I found a trespasser "We can do that too," we insisted. Climbing my garden wall. "The mattresses will be easy to carry." "What kind of man was he?" you ask. They continued to laugh and talk among themselves as though it was quite "Is there no privacy at all?" the strangest thing they had ever heard. "Are there crocodiles in the river?" we But strange to say I did not mind. wanted to know. And here's the simple story: "No, no crocodiles." Behold, pink-flushed from such a climb, "Is it too deep?" My neighbor's morning glory! "Not too deep." "Then why can't we do it?" we per- sisted. No one knew exactly why we couldn't, and since they were getting used to the idea, it seemed more plausible to them, al- though just as funny. Amid much laugh- ter the carriers went on their way with could find a part of it close enough to our Soon the little building was full, and we Buja, and we went ours, mattresses over destination to provide bathing facilities. began to sing. Communion was to be cel- our heads, down the steep trail to the Our procession now included five carriers, ebrated here too, and once again Pastor river. Buja, and one of the church members who Oliver explained simply the meaning of Six or eight children and young people was leading a young water buffalo he had each part of the service. accompanied us, and we supposed it was purchased that morning at market. His The ordinance of humility took on new to give us a river send-off. But they were small son accompanied him, sometimes meaning for us as we saw these folks so intrigued over the whole fascinating walking and sometimes riding. But it was come over the dusty paths, most of them adventure that they followed along the his large-brimmed, gaily flowered Pan- barefooted and in need of physical cleans- bank for four hours and didn't leave us ama hat that fascinated us. It reminded us ing. It was not hard to show the parallel until they had seen us safely disembark of the old mission-barrel stories we'd of the need for physical and spiritual and walk up the trail to the waiting jeep. heard of someone's sending formal cleansing. Since the service was new to this To say that we felt like pioneers is put- dresses, high-heeled shoes, and women's church too, we each chose someone to ting it rather mildly. We had no doubt hats to mission countries. Sure enough, it serve, and showed by our example how at all that we were quite safe in claiming was a woman's hat and it seemed to be in the service was conducted. to be the first foreigners to sail down the good use as a colorful addition to our cara- After the service we offered to conduct Tempasuk River on multicolored air van. a clinic for any who might wish to stay or mattresses. The current was swift enough About five in the afternoon we arrived who might not be able to return in the to keep us moving along from one set of in Narinang and deposited our baggage morning. As they left we invited them to rapids to the next. At first we would care- before heading through the woods to the let others in and around their village fully pick up the mattresses and walk on river. We were intent on accepting the know that we would be there again in the the rocky banks to avoid the rapids. Then invitation it had been offering us all after- morning. They did just that, and evi- we tried the calmer ones and found them noon. dently quite effectively, for the next morn- vastly more fun than negotiating the rocks. In this cool green setting by the river ing they began to arrive early. We had ap- Soon we were navigating the swiftest of we conceived an idea that provided the parently treated most of the church mem- them, guiding our frail craft from a most entertaining part of our whole trip. bers the night before, and now many of prone position. We are sure that our If this was the same river that seemed to their friends came. friends on the shore will not soon forget hug the banks of our trail from the end of Our new patients were in dirty, torn the sight of four fully clothed but long- the jeep line, why not take the river back clothing, and the familiar betel-nut wad since-dripping-wet adults, two with large- tomorrow instead of walking down the was either hanging from their mouth or brimmed straw hats of varied hues and hot trail? We had seen others on rafts, giving evidence of its usual presence by two with small straw caps. taking their produce to the market at sev- the unsightly color of the teeth and Occasionally the water would become eral points, and although we had no raft, mouth. The whole demeanor of the non- shallow and our craft would get stuck on someone's active mind pointed out that Christians was different. There was an the rocks. In this emergency one of the the air mattresses should make excellent unmistakable dignity about the Christians boys on the bank would watch our strug- craft. Crocodiles? Water snakes? Rapids? that the others simply didn't have. gle to become "unhung" just long enough 'We would have to inquire about all these, After we had seen the last patient, dis- to assure himself that we needed help, and to be sure, but the idea did have interest- pensed the last pill, and shaken the last then without a word he would come to ing possibilities. Reluctantly we left this hand we began to question the carriers our rescue and pull us off the rocks and spot to head back up the trail to supper about the feasibility of taking the river into the moving water. All this without and an evening meeting. route back to the jeep line. They had no- an exchange of word or glance until the The Adventist church at Narinang ticed that we had not let the air out of the transaction was completed, when we was on a small plateau on top of the hill. mattresses, and had pointed to them, won- would say, "Thank you." Then he would 10 THE YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR cr. • OF smile and jump back onto his transpor- from this trip one of the dormitory girls W. M. C. tation—a log! came into the yard where we were at work °MA PAIR 6, Floating a little ahead of the others at sorting the laundry. one point, I came around a rocky bend to "You were gone," she said, almost re- find a native spear fishing, complete with proachfully. "I didn't know you were go- underwater goggles. Not having been ing." d red warned of our approach, he took one "Yes," Verneita smiled and told her startled look at the queer "Mem" at the about our trip. by helm of an air mattress and quickly "I was longing for you," she added yanked off his goggles in stunned disbe- simply, with a shy smile. How many tired ELSIE PAULUS lief. He hastily crawled up on a rock and nights and sore muscles this pays for, prob- watched. ably even Verneita couldn't say. Full of aplomb, I was hoping to make Very few hours went by without some- an elegant descent of the rapids just be- one calling for help. A stomach-ache, a HE university course in psychology fore me, the further to impress my spec- sore that needed dressing, a visit to one too Twas an interesting one. In many ways tator. But at this point a huge rock got in ill to come for medicine, or a seriously ill it was helpful. It emphasized the im- my way, and I was ignominiously hung in patient to drive into Jesselton for medical portance of the early years of childhood; space in a most awkward position. My care—all were in a day's work. This after- it broadened the understanding of the watchful friend finally came to thrust me noon she will teach two deaconesses how human personality; it provided insights back into the water, but not before I had to make communion bread. Tomorrow to behavior patterns. completely lost face. The rock-sitting there will be a young people's bulletin to In other ways it was a dangerous spectator sat through it all, and watched get into the mail. And always there is course. It presented a type of thinking as the rest of the air-mattress armada counsel and advice to give to the many that is incompatible with Christian faith. came around the corner. No doubt he had callers—and given with a smile. It encouraged a way of life that is differ- an interesting tale to tell his wife when he She has only part-time assistance ent from the Master's teachings. The got home that evening. The surprise was from the schoolgirls. So when all the text, the lectures, the class discussions al- probably about equivalent to that of a city communion towels come back to be leged that psychological health is de- housewife, should she open her door to washed, or when visitors come with all pendent upon conformity to the funda- bring in the milk one morning only to their attendant needs, she has the added mental social standards in society; that be greeted by a half-clad Bornean leading work herself. This is the life of a front- conflict with the social environment is a kerbau. line missionary wife. harmful. Even in religion, behavior con- The jeep was waiting for us at the end Sabbath came and passed quickly, and sistent with society was considered a of our water trip. This was a new and un- then we were informed when checking desirable objective. usual experience—one usually waits for our plane reservations that we would have According to this concept, the religion the jeep. We drove the dusty miles back to take two available seats the next morn- of Jesus was an undesirable one. His per- to our weekend home at Sampong's, then ing or wait more than a week. There was sonal beliefs didn't adjust Him to society; headed for the Olivers' home in Tampa- little choice, so we began to pack our they adjusted Him to a cross. ruli to spend the night and replenish our things. We had not been able to do all that According to this concept, the early supplies—happily unaware of what was in Pastor Oliver had outlined for us, and we church martyrs needlessly sacrificed their store for the two pairs of sunburned legs. disliked leaving with an "unfinished" lives when they chose the flames in pref- The next few days the men carried on feeling. We said good-by to Borneo re- erence to a betrayal of faith. John the without the assistance of their better- luctantly. Beloved did not need to be banished to burned wives. They carried medicines Gilbert and Verneita Oliver are only Patmos; Stephen did not need to be over hills and into villages, treating hun- one of many devoted missionary families stoned. dreds of patients. Hand in hand with this all over the world who overcome the And John the Baptist did not need to medical care was the spiritual help, as frustrations and disappointments, the be beheaded. Psychologically speaking— Pastor Oliver held meetings and con- tired muscles, and limited budgets with a according to the classroom presentation ducted communion services in these vil- large measure of courage and a well-bal- —he should have preached a message lages. Between the villages was hiking, anced sense of humor. We have no illu- "consistent with society." Had he done hiking, hiking. sions; what to us was a ten-day ad- so, he might have become a good friend Agile Buja flitted from stone to venture is to them a weekly, monthly, of Herod's wife. He might even have at- fallen branch to path. Well-conditioned schedule. But if slogging over the endless tended the banquet in person—rather Pastor Oliver was right behind, carrying hills in the tropical heat instead of getting than on a charger. on with seeming effortless ease. My favor- behind the wheel of a smooth-running A Christian cannot subscribe to such a ite doctor, however, found that years of car to make pastoral calls was drudgery shallow conception of faith. Popularity, standing over sickbeds and walking hos- for them, we never detected it. If keeping personal ambition, and personal influ- pital corridors had been poor condition- house in less than modern circumstances ence are beside the point. God is not a ing for rigorous trails. But when round- caused frustration, it was well hidden. If chameleon, changing His standards from ing the curves of the last few miles working in old and inadequate buildings decade to decade to suit the whims of traveled by car, Buja became carsick. and visiting in primitive schools and men. God is the constant—man the in- In spite of his sympathy for Buja's dis- churches caused envy, when in Chris- constant. It is not for man to shrink Deity comfort, Alfred could not resist saying, tian countries work is carried on in rep- to his own pygmy size. It is for man to be "Well, Buja, you can climb hills better resentative structures, there was no elevated, with God's help, to the stature than I can, but I ride cars better than you evidence of it. Of the hours spent in plan- in which he was first created. do!" Even Buja smiled. ning with inadequate budgets and a lack Our heavenly Father does want con- During the few days spent in the Oliver of trained workers, in praying for wisdom sistent behavior on the part of man— home I caught a glimpse of a front-line to make the most of so little—God only but consistent with His teachings rather missionary wife and her busy schedule. knows. than with society. His followers may find Her work on the hiking trail is just one These—and hundreds of others like themselves in conflict with their environ- phase of her life. Her special interest is them—are serving on the front lines. The ment, but they will also find themselves the children and young people, and they fact that they seldom get in the headlines at peace with God. This peace is some- all love her. The day after we returned makes no difference. thing secular psychology can never give. SEPTEMBER 15, 1959 11 by R. TERRANCE MATTHEWS, M.D. as told to MYRNA ANN HOWE
ALL pines and other evergreens my experience there. I quickly made topped with a fluffy frosting of many new friends of all kinds, too quickly T drifting clouds stood as serene really. The girls were quite different, but witnesses to a solemn step up the I thought they were very nice. Movies ladder of success. It was an invigorating, and dances soon became a regular part of early spring day. The chords of "Pomp my life. Two years is a long time to keep and Circumstance" flowed up the aisles of going down. I went way down—to a new the huge amphitheater. In the wake of the plane of living. many corsages floated a delicate mixture After college, the glamour and roman- of fragrances as Terry Matthews took his ticism of the Navy caught the gleam of place in the seemingly never-ending line of my eye in July of 1941. medical school graduates. In June, Nancy and I had been mar- "This is it, and it has taken a whole ried. I had really forgotten that Seventh- lifetime to accomplish it," he reflected. day Adventist girls could be so pretty and Slowly the line began to march in so much fun to be with, until I met rhythm with the music. Down the long Nancy. Right away we moved to Califor- aisle Terry journeyed. A maze of heads nia and I entered the California Institute loomed up all around him. of Technology at the expense of the "Hi!" A shrill little voice broke the Government. A Master's degree in mete- Working in silence and blond ringlets bounced with orology was earned by a year there. sheer joy. A grin blossomed toward the One more degree, one more graduation Naval Intelligence man across the aisle. "There goes my march. "Another step toward success," daddy!" the little girl said. everybody said. in the Marshall A quiet understanding "Hi" was re- An air base at Lakehurst, New Jersey, turned to an adoring three-year-old. was our new home after my transfer. I "What a long processional march," certainly did try to be a rough-and-tough Islands, Terry thought. "It seems like a long, long instructor there. All the officers around "the big guy" road stretched out before me." me were that way, so I had to be too. One month, when our finances were rediscovers It took a long, long road to get me mighty low, I saw no good reason what- where I am now. I remember how I stum- ever to pay tithe. "What has it given to a boyhood dream— bled over my big awkward feet in my first me?" I reasoned. "God has done very graduation march. That was back in 1935 little to help me. Why should I help a dream of when I graduated from Oak Park Acad- Him?" I was just one of the regular guys emy. I was a "funny duck" then, for sure! on the air base. Nancy? She was hurt. genuine service I was so cocky and I thought I knew so Then I was transferred into the middle much, but I really didn't know and under- of the whole messy war. Stationed on the to God and to stand much of anything. island of Leyte, I worked in Naval Intel- Then college. I spent three years at ligence. It was my job to keep an accurate his fellow men. Union College. What fun I had! Few plotting of the positions of our own sub- were the times when my crowd wasn't marines, and the most current locations laughing about something and having a and the latest decoded information re- genuine good time. But the college didn't garding their sightings of enemy ship- offer some of the courses I wanted, so I ping, sinkings, and any major movements spent two years at the University of of the Japanese Fleet. This was one of the Nebraska. A lot happened to me during most thrilling assignments I had during those two years. the war. Perhaps this was because I I graduated with a B.A. and a major in handled top-secret information and could math. But I've never been the same since easily foresee the outcome of the war as it JOde
12 became obvious that the Japanese had lost their striking power at sea. Yes, indeed. It was a new plane on the Philippine Is- lands. In a world where life meant very little, and death even less, God was far, far away. Too stupid to realize that God might have helped us in the successful invasion of the Marshall Islands, I per- formed my regular duties on the Sab- bath. "What in the world is Sabbath for in the first place? Especially where I am," I rationalized. I was "the big guy." I knew it all. But at best I was certainly a far cry from what I had dreamed of being as a boy. I had wanted to be a doctor, like Dr. Morrison. He was simply a perfect man, so kind and loving, yet tall, strong, and powerful. He had a sympathetic understanding for the gigantic problems of a freckle-faced boy no matter how busy he was. He always had time to listen to my childish problems and dreams. A doctor! What a wonderful profession. A lifetime devoted to helping others. Yes, I would be a doctor. Father had died the next year, however, and during the few remaining years of my childhood I held odd jobs. The ab- surdity of ever becoming a doctor was all too evident. My one burning desire I shoved back; back so far that it was for- gotten, a hopeless dream.
UT NOW the dream was revived. In a large Quonset hut I was quartered with several officers in 13 various lines of work. One of my closest buddies was a medical officer, Dr. Earl Butler. Having a light assignment of duties, he worked on sick call until about 11:00 A.M. and then had the rest of the day to himself. Many times he told me how he resented leaving a good practice at home to come over here where there were more doctors than needed. Deciding to make his time more valuable, he started a clinic for the island population. How the people came! The office was full every afternoon. Like a flash my boyhood dream came back to mind. It hurt me a lot as I watched Earl do surgery and repair wounds in his efficient way. The looks of true gratitude from the islanders were such an inspiration. But I had made my choice. I was in Naval Intelligence. I was already in my lifework, unrewarding as it seemed. Once on a very sultry day an exqui- sitely beautiful girl came into the clinic. Later, we all got to know her well, but from the very beginning we dubbed her Rosie. Before the war she had been one of the most popular girls in the village. Near the end of the campaign on Leyte both her parents were killed, and she was seriously injured when a land mine ex- ploded. "Terry, do you remember that girl who came in the clinic while you were there today?" Earl asked that same afternoon. I had just thrown myself wearily down 18 on my bunk after a hard day at my map tive slacks from the States. How wonder- be accepted!" We had wondered whether and replied with a noninterested "Yeah, ful it was to see her out in the streets of I would seem too unstable if the school so what?" the village, laughing and talking with her found out I had an M.A. in another field. "Well, we had to operate on that leg. old friends. I had had a small part in her I knew deep down inside that my true The infection was so bad we had to recovery too. I was tasting some of the happiness was not in what I had at the amputate it." satisfactions of medicine at least. present time. Nancy talked more and more I sat up with a start. "How awful! She About a month later on one of the many of how thankful to God I should be for is so pretty. What's going to happen to long lonesome evenings when Earl and I being alive after the war and for all the her now?" were in the bunkhouse alone, we began to other things I had. Now that I seemed to "Don't know. We'll just keep her here talk about our past. "Earl," I said, "this have the long-awaited opportunity, I must until she recovers sufficiently, and then probably sounds silly and melodramatic to grasp it and hang on. give her a pair of crutches and let her go, you, but ever since I was a stupid kid I've Sabbath meant something now. Look- I guess." always wanted to be a doctor. I envy you ing forward to it with a new feeling of I inquired about Rosie several weeks in your job so much. I never did try to anticipation made the Sabbath a true de- later in the village. Earl had told me that make my dream come true. I knew mom light. Tithing had a purpose. These and someone had found a sort of peg leg and couldn't afford to send me to medical many more new understandings produced crutches for her and that she had finally school, and I couldn't make good grades a kind of peace that I had forgotten. gone home. while working as much as I would need I was accepted at the College of Medical I went to see her the next afternoon, to, so I just forgot it. Now look where I Evangelists. Five years of struggle. Nancy and found a very downhearted Rosie. Be- am. I don't belong here at all!" My re- started her own business. Of all the lux- cause of the delayed amputation the oper- mark surprised even me, for never before uries, only the sewing machine remained. ation had not been entirely successful, and had I ever really admitted these feelings to Buying yards and yards of beautiful she was having quite a bit of pain. She anyone. print material, she made the prettiest and had resorted to crutches and refused to "Terry, it's not too late to become a most stylish neckties, and they sold like leave her home. When I returned to the doctor. I taught school for five years be- hot cakes. She had relatives selling ties for camp I immediately told Earl of my dis- fore deciding that I belonged in medicine. us from coast to coast. On various school covery. I entered medical school at the age of vacations I even sold ties on the side. We Carefully examining the limb the next thirty. You know what I have now. I made a good profit day, he realized that she would have to don't regret all those hard years of work Nancy kept that machine humming have further surgery very soon if she was and study one bit. Listen, if that is really through the small hours of almost every ever to use an artificial leg comfortably. what you want, do it. You're not too morning. How she worked! With my Rosie agreed to have it. old!" head in a book all the time, I had little Earl and I both decided that she would At least it helped speed the evening by. time for companionship and laughter. definitely need a better and more practical "It's impossible!" I thought. "In the first How she had the courage to withstand all limb. We took our problem to the Sea- place, we could never afford it. And in the the trials I will never know; I was bees, a branch of the Navy famous for second place, they would never accept me lucky to have her. accomplishing the impossible. A machin- in any medical school. They have a hard The disappointment of our worst Christ- ist's mate volunteered to fashion an artifi- enough time finding students with accept- mas was our greatest test of strength. cial leg during his off-duty hours, and he able transcripts, and with the long list of Through the beginning of the holiday did—using mostly airplane and jeep parts. eligible premeds, I could never get in. I season we worked extra hard and pinched Nancy and Earl's wife sent several wouldn't have a chance." So the renewed every penny. Somehow we managed to pairs of the proper size shoes and attrac- dream faded into oblivion once again. save $70. For once maybe we would buy Then the long-awaited discharge fi- some nice presents for the children and nally came. While I was in one of my rare our families. For once, a real Christmas! serious-thinking moods one day, I told While Nancy was shopping one day the Svat661.4 ut S4114 Nancy of the excellent offers from the billfold containing the precious money Government of positions in the Weather was taken from her purse. The billfold by L. MARTHINE BLISS Bureau, concluding with, "And honey, was returned to the store, but it was com- the pay is so good." pletely flat. Together we managed to sur- WALKED along a Florida beach in "Terry, we are fairly fixed financially, vive, and we still had a Merry Christmas search of shells. The tide was low and aren't we?" with but few presents. shellingI was excellent. I picked up only "Oh, I suppose so. Not nearly as com- the good shells, and was especially de- fortable as I would like to be, though," I After the invocation, the music, and the lighted with the tiny ones that were so replied. speeches, Terry Matthews walked in turn, perfect and beautiful. "Do you remember one time before we slowly, deliberately, to the center of the As I looked through piles of broken were married when you were in a very platform. shells, searching for whole ones, I thought talkative mood? You talked of every- "Congratulations, Terry! We are all of an artist friend who makes pictures thing, but you talked mostly of yourself. proud of you today." A distinguished- out of broken shells, and I began to col- You told me how you dreamed of being a looking professor gazed into his face lect some colorful pieces. Then, remem- doctor. Darling, do you really want that with smiling eyes, placed a diploma in bering the background parts of his pic- dream now?" Terry's left hand, and gripped his right. tures, I picked up some plain shells and In a daze I answered back mechani- "Thank you, sir," Terry replied. He some dark pieces. cally, "Well, I don't know. This is so un- walked to his chair and sat down. "It's The sea, the surf, and the shells seem expected. I thought everyone had for- true!" he shouted to himself as he read the symbolic of life—many broken lives tossed gotten. I guess I never really forgot how I inscription—R.TERRANCE MATTHEW S, M.D. this way and that, a few perfect ones here felt—just tried to cover it up. I've never He closed his stinging eyes. "Thank and there among the others. The Master been able to afford it. Can we now?" You, God. Thank You for leading me can use every one. He can put each in " 'Where there's a will, there's a way.' I down the long, long road, over all the a position to bring out its own best can work, and so can you, and we'll man- hills, and through the valleys. Thank You characteristics. Even the broken lives can age somehow, if that is what you really for not giving up on my salvation. Thank be used to make a church of beauty and want to do. We can keep your Master's You for my forgotten dream turned into honor for His coming glory. degree a secret and then I'm sure you will reality." 14 THE YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR But we are not too small. God has given people the ability to appreciate the beauty He has placed on this earth, but sometimes they are so busy running that they fail to see it. A Christlike Most of all, Christ loves beauty of character. He delights to take characters personality includes misshaped by sin and re-create them in an appreciation His own image. The day is soon coming when "the redeemed will be welcomed of genuine beauty. to the home that Jesus is preparing for them. . . . Every sinful tendency, every imperfection, that afflicts them here, has been removed by the blood of Christ, and the excellence and brightness of His glory, far exceeding the brightness of the sun, is imparted to them. And the moral beauty, the perfection of His character, shines through them, in worth far exceeding
'01 this outward splendor." How about your appreciation of beauty? Does beauty to you consist in having THE MAN OF fine clothes and outward adornment? It is right to want to be beautiful, but you must find your beauty in Christ. Dr. Howard A. Kelly, a famous sur- geon, was seldom seen without a rosebud in his lapel. The rosebud remained fresh for a most unusual length of time, and people asked about it. Turning the lapel, he showed behind it a little glass vial con- taining water. The stem of the rose went through the buttonhole and into the water, keeping it fresh. A Christian must also draw refresh- by JOE ENGELKEMIER ment from the water of life. Time spent in secret with the Master will help him achieve an inward splendor that will also shine in his face. The Christian who desires to be beauti- ful must recognize the importance of CHRISTIAN once said to his ture. To climb in the hills, to swim in a Christlike attire. "A person's character is wife on their golden wedding quiet lake, to hike through the woods, to judged by his style of dress. A refined day: "My dear, we've been very tramp through the snow, or just to sit taste, a cultivated mind, will be revealed happy all these years. We have down and watch a beautiful sunset—these in the choice of simple and appropriate never quarreled, and our home has are the kinds of recreation that bring last- attire." known nothing but peace and joy. But ing joy. A person's dress "should have the when we get to heaven I don't want to see Lorado Taft, dean of American sculp- grace, the beauty, the appropriateness of your face for a hundred years." tors, tells of a summer vacation spent near natural simplicity. Christ has warned us His wife looked at him in astonish- a northern lake. Each day the family hur- against the pride of life, but not against ment. He explained: "I want my first ried through the evening meal in order its grace and natural beauty."' look at Jesus to last that long." to reach the lake in time to watch the Those who are looking for the beauty It will be a wonderful day when we see sunset. One day the girl who helped with of Christ should not allow their influence Jesus personally. We will want our loved the housework asked if her father and and spiritual destiny to be ruined by the ones close, and I think we will eagerly mother could come over and watch the disease of idolizing external appearance. scan the crowd, looking for the familiar sunset with the Tafts. The reply was that God would have us cultivate the modest faces of our friends. But the best thing of they would be welcome, but since they grace, the purity, and simplicity of the all will be to kneel together in the pres- lived there, they probably had seen the flowers. ence of the Saviour. beautiful sunsets all their lives. Does a rose need added adornment to Christ loves the beautiful. Even as a "No," replied the girl. "They have been be attractive? Then does a countenance child He searched out the beautiful things here but have never really seen a sunset." through which the attractiveness of of life. He often tried to be alone with A few months ago, as I was returning Christ shines need extra coloring and God out in the fields or among the trees to camp after hiking up one of the trails adornment? People will be attracted far of the forest. He loved the songs of the in Yosemite Valley, I sat down on a log more by Christlikeness of character than birds, the beauty of the sunset, the con- to rest, and noticed a group of ants run- by that which is artificial. Indeed, the stant motion of the waves, the soft shad- ning here and there among the pebbles. make-up used by the world detracts from ows of a moonlit night, the gentle rustling High above us towered the lofty summit true beauty, rather than adding to it. of a summer breeze, the fragrance of a of Half Dome. On the right and left were Two women passengers on an airliner rose, the whiteness of a lily. other peaks scarcely less majestic. But the sat repairing their make-up preparatory We too do well to find beauty where busy little ants had no appreciation of the to landing. A businessman sat across the Christ found it, away from the crowded majesty that surrounded them. They were aisle watching them. city and among the quiet charms of na- too small, too busy running around. "I say," he exclaimed to a fellow tray- SEPTEMBER 15, 1959 15 eler, "what makes them wear make-up?" is a very earnest worker," a friend re- something on our hands redder than "I'm sure I don't know," his friend marked. "She wears a little lipstick, but nail polish. It is the blood of lost people answered, "unless they think it makes she certainly does a lot of good. And after —young people who were seeking for them look attractive." all, in principle, is her lipstick any differ- the solidness of right example but who "Attractive!" he exploded. "That ent from my tie? Both are adornment." slipped and fell on the slippery incon- sticky, smeary, lurid lipstick—attractive? Is there a difference? The difference is sistency of another's vanity. I fired two stenographers just the other in appropriateness. Regardless of what It is the heart that counts. The heart day because they spent so much time fix- worldly fashions dictate, lipstick is not that loves Jesus supremely will not seek to ing their faces. If a girl chooses to make part of the appropriate attire of a Chris- excuse sin and vanity; it will not seek to herself look a fright, I suppose that's her tian. The fact that it is not appropriate on have both Christ and the world. It will business, but I'm certainly not going to the campus of a Christian school demon- make a complete consecration, and in that pay them for it!" strates this. consecration find true beauty. Thus even men of the world sometimes As to the thought that those who wear A nervous, sickly girl consulted a doc- object to the vanity of the human heart. it may sometimes do good—does that tor who bluntly told her that she had Angels must be astounded at the ration- justify its use? Did not Christ warn that "ingrown feelings." "You think too much alization some people go to in order to in the judgment many will claim to have of yourself," he told her frankly. "What flatter their vanity. They plead that a done many wonderful works, only to have you need to do is to get away from your- little color on their lips does make them Christ say that He does not know them? self, get out among others, think of their more attractive, that it does give them Did He not warn that only he who needs, and try to help them." The girl more influence among their friends, that "doeth the will of my Father" shall enter went home, thought over what the doc- it does keep them from being conspic- the kingdom? On each one's acceptance tor had said, took his advice, and soon be- uously different. or rejection of God's plan hangs his eter- came the picture of health and beauty. Some plead for a wedding band as nal destiny. Anyone can build a beautiful life in "protection." How shallow the excuse is, Someone lost because of our influence? service to others, with the constant prayer, is demonstrated when some of the same Young people misled because of our ex- "God, make me beautiful within." people walk the streets in shorts, which ample? Alas, tragically possible. When Next week: The charm of His patience. would counteract the "protection" of Christ comes, will we search our purses many wedding rings. for a Kleenex or for polish remover? We Steps to Christ, p. 126. 2 Messages to Young People, p. 344. "There is a woman in our church who may, but look more closely. There is 3 Ibid., p. 352.
we'd have to dismantle it to get it out. Finally we found the young man at his mother's house. "No, I never knew Sev- enth-day Adventists. Never saw one. But that's my church. You see, we listen to the 20a1441 aft "fel Voice of Prophecy every week. I took their Bible course, and every word is from by FORDYCE DETAMORE the Bible. Yes, I'd like to come into that church." "And how about your wife?" "Oh, she believes just as much as I do. IF YOU visit the ruins of the little town of battle—he had tuned in the Voice of That's the only church we believe in. II of Capernaum, you can stand on the Prophecy somewhere near the battle lines But the mines are shut down and we shores of Galilee and look off southward and found hope. don't have a car, so we can't get out of across the lake. That's the place where Peter Marshall once wrote a personal the valley. But we listen every week to Peter walked on top of the water—for letter expressing appreciation for the the Voice of Prophecy." a while at least. Voice of Prophecy influence for good in On up the road "to town" we drove and But today the Advent message rides American life. A governor sent a gift of stopped in front of one of the three stores the air. Not satisfied to travel at the $1,000 as his sign of appreciation. where we found the mother with her speed of sound, it flashes around the When a minister can stand in front two little children. world in one seventh of a second every of a little piece of metal and have his "Indeed I do believe everything you week—literally traveling like lightning. preaching heard around the circle of people teach. We'd like to be Seventh- Jesus preached to audiences of five the earth—this is a more thrilling hour day Adventists if we just had some way thousand plus. A few preachers have in which to be alive than were the days of getting out of the valley. We have to spoken to twenty-five thousand. But every of the patriarchs. walk anywhere we go. [The nearest Ad- week the Voice of Prophecy preaches to ventist church was about thirty-five miles audiences ranging from 6 to 20 million Over hills and across valleys we drove away.1 Anyway, we're keeping Sabbath people. and finally the rough gravel road nar- every week and we follow the Voice of There is not a corner of this globe rowed down to little more than a trail. Prophecy every week. That's our church." where the Voice of Prophecy cannot be After some distance we stopped at a cot- Often I have spent several days at a picked up from some station at least oc- tage to inquire. time just going up ravines and down casionally. Listeners have been reached "You leave your car here and walk on valleys, searching out people like these under the sea as well as thousands of feet up the holler about a mile, and they —reaching from eight to fifteen homes in the air. Valleys and mountains are live there. But they ain't home now. He's a day, depending on how far up the ra- spanned, skyscrapers invaded, ships and at his mother's on up the road apiece vine I had to walk. And in almost every submarines attacked, and humble cottages and she took the babies and walked up case the people had learned of the Ad- visited weekly by the voice of H. M. S. to the store [about four miles1 with the vent message through the Voice of Proph- Richards. Many a soldier has written in kids. You can find her there." ecy or Faith for Today. to tell of the comfort he found through We had a difficult time turning our This message of Christ is literally walk- the Voice of Prophecy amid the horrors car around. It almost looked as though ing on air over mountains and valleys. 16 THE YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR by CAROLYN STUYVESANT
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HURSDAY, March 12, 1959, sion School on Molokai in what used to that in my three years of teaching I had 8:20 A.M. I must hurry and tell be called the Territory of Hawaii. heard only half a dozen firecrackers. you fifteen children. But how? Snatching up a booklet I explained "But I must hurry on," I told myself. U How can I tell you so that you about my flag, their flag, with thirteen "Maybe the sirens will blow; maybe the will remember this day until your shiny stars and thirteen stripes. They were jets will be here and gone before I get black hair has turned silver and your fascinated to discover the next picture—a it all told." sparkling brown eyes have grown dim— flag with thirteen stripes and twenty stars. And so I explained and explained and if time should last? What can I give you I told them about Arizona, the last State explained about Hawaii. "If the men in that will be so beautiful, so surprising, so to be represented on the blue field with Washington, D.C., vote it that way, we dramatic that you can remember all the forty-eight stars. Then came the story of will be the fiftieth State. Just as soon as important details to tell to your grand- Alaska and how it had just received its we find out, then the sirens will blow. children—if time should last? How can statehood last summer. I explained and Some jets will fly over. And we will have I make you realize that this will probably explained and explained about thousands a big bonfire. We will bring wood for it. be one of the biggest days, historically of people cheering on that day. We will march in the parade. And just speaking, of your lives? Yesterday your "But what do you know about thou- as soon as the people who make the flags parents—fine American citizens who re- sands of people cheering?" I mentally can get them made, and the President gard Old Glory as deeply as an Oriental asked them. "There are only about five says we may have them, we will have a regards his parents—yesterday your par- thousand people on the island of Molokai, flag with forty-eight stars and one more ents could not vote for the President of and I doubt that I've ever seen a crowd for Alaska. That makes forty-nine. And the United States. But today—today— of one thousand here." one more for Hawaii. That makes fifty, maybe they will be granted that privilege. I told about the huge bonfire in Anchor- doesn't it?" Oh, you six-year-olds, you seven-year-olds, age. The children's silent, questioning I finished my speech. The sirens hadn't you eight-year-olds, maybe in five minutes eyes told me that bonfires are little blazes blown. The jets hadn't come. The news it will happen; maybe this afternoon; along the lapping waters of the Pacific hadn't arrived that school would be dis- maybe next Wednesday; maybe never at to guide fishermen back to shore after a missed at twelve noon, to be resumed on all. late torching party. I elaborated on the Monday morning. Nothing had happened. I looked into the fifteen bright faces fireworks. Fireworks! Fireworks are out- The trade winds continued, the barred just after worship in the Hawaiian Mis- lawed on Molokai. Vaguely I recalled doves crooned on, the mynah birds chat- SEPTEMBER 15, 1959 17 tered, the pineapple trucks rumbled by. "How come?" asked Henry. "No can "Oh, somebody's car horn, he no work Could it be that we would not become a blow comin' an' goin', no?" right," was the quick reply. State? Could it be that when Congress had "They're out lookin' fo' de fire, maybe," "Why they no fix it, Teacha?" been dismissed I would have to try to ex- responded a six-year-old who frequently More explaining. plain something that nobody would quite came up with quick interpretations for "Oh, look, Dick" was out of the ques- seem to know—why we had not become difficult problems. tion now. There were bigger things to a State? I couldn't quite agree with him, but do—things like making a picture of a By now the children were so excited everybody else seemed to, so I remained flag with fifty stars and planning how we that I wasn't just sure what I should or silent. would march in the parade. could do. They broke loose all at once. What was the radio broadcasting? I From the time the white paper was "Teacha, no git school tomorrow, wished I knew. Maybe the principal passed out for the flag-drawing until a Teacha?" would come in soon. Just then the prin- child called "Teacha, see my flag," seemed "Whatcha said? The time we march?" cipal's wife shouted, "It happened! It's a long time to one as curious as I. 'Would "Me no git wood, Teacha." passed!" The words had scarcely reached they really get fifty? I wondered. Samuel's "Can wear de kin' muumuu?" us when my children crowded outside. flag was original—twenty-two stripes and "When you said jets coming?" Disappointed, they returned and sat eighty-eight stars. "Teacha, will the fire burn the stores down at their desks before I had even "But, Samuel," I said, "I think there in Kaunakakai?" asked them to. will always be thirteen stripes. And right "Teacha, git plenty policeman, "It looks like it always did," sighed now there should be just fifty stars." Teacha?" one. His only answer was "I don't want to "Teacha, are you coming?" "Yeah, what happened? Me no hee make another one. Flag git plenty de kin' "Teacha, my tutu [grandma' she no nothing," answered another. stars now." let me come. Have to go to bed my tutu They had spoken the truth. The trade Charlotte's flag had one big fat star on says, that's why." winds continued, the barred doves each of seven multi-colored stripes. "I "Teacha, will it bu'n all night? I like crooned, the mynah birds chattered, the no like make forty-eight. Mine are beeg sleep sometime." pineapple trucks rumbled by. A few min- and fat. No need make mo', Teacha." "Teacha, plenty people come, no?" utes ago these noises were heard in a ter- Phillip wasn't interested in flags. "I like "Oh," I said inwardly, "to think that ritory; now they were heard in a State. papa' to make de kin' fi' engine, Teacha." I brought this deluge upon myself! When Little children's minds could not grasp the "That's all right, you little dears," I told you youngsters came this morning, you difference in the meaning of those two them silently. "Make flags with a hundred knew almost nothing about statehood. words. stars or don't make one at all. Today is a How will I ever have school now? The "It happened, and we didn't know it," big day for you. Do anything you can to next time Hawaii becomes a State, I'll not I explained. "The siren on the fire truck remember it for always." tell you. But never mind, there won't be a was trying to tell us, but we didn't know I slipped into the middle grades room, next time. It happens only once, so I it, did we?" curious as to what might be going on. guess I'll grin and bear it." "What's that noise?" broke in one. "But, Gayhart," Miss Miyashiro was Recess seemed to be the most logical saying, "look here at your flag." I looked, class to have next. Kick ball could work too. It was beautifully done. "You have off a lot of steam. Then somehow we set- the blue field on the right side, and it's tled ourselves into a first-grade reading supposed to be on the left," she said. class while the older ones were writing "Never mind," I murmured under my numbers. breath, "in my room we have flags with Debra was chanting, "Oh, look, Dick eighty-eight star's, seven stars, twenty-two . . . " when "Teacha" heard a siren. It stripes—yes, and a fire engine." didn't sound like the storm-warning sig- The upper-graders were listening to the nal on the wharf that she had thought political speeches over the radio while would be sounded. "Listen!" I said. Alert, they made posters bearing the slogan: they obeyed. Wives "Drink plenty of water every day." "Sound like one fire engine," observed Every few minutes we thought we Henry as he scratched his head. by CLYDE ROSSER heard jets up in the now cloudy sky. Just "Listen!" I said. "Maybe it's a police as often we went to the door and strained 1. Whose wife was with him in a dishonest car, or an ambulance or a fire truck transaction? our eyes to see if we had heard right. "Or the wharf!" squealed a wiggler. 2. What king's wives led him into idolatry? Then came rest period. Have you ever The children's eyes were a study. Char- 3. Whose wife engaged her son in a piece of tried settling fifteen children on the floor lotte's shone with pleasure; Donnalyn's deception? for naps on Statehood Day? I never had 4. Whose wife obeyed her husband, calling him expressed a hidden fear; Phillip's, bewil- "lord"? before, or I would have known better than derment; only Paul, a Japanese boy, 5. Whose wife, writing in her husband's name, to attempt it. I had never before tried chuckled—that was rare for him, a silent, caused the death of an innocent man. teaching ninth- and tenth-grade English 6. Whose wife counseled her husband to put a studious, obedient boy. Just then a fire certain man to death? students during rest period on Statehood engine whizzed by. 7. Whose wife besought her husband not to pass Day, either. "Must be a fire, I guess," one remarked. a certain death sentence? Just when things had leveled out— 8. Whose wife caused her husband to put an They all strained their eyes to see smoke. innocent man in prison? namely children—and the teen-agers were "No mo' smoke," spoke Henry. 9. Whose wife disguised herself? in the mood to hear a patriotic story, we We got back to numbers and "Oh, look, 10. Whose wife invited her husband and her heard the jets. enemy to a dinner? Dick." 11. Whose wife gave her husband something he "Jets!" I cried. I blinked once and the "Listen!" I said. "I hear a siren. Lis- had never eaten before? room was practically empty. I blinked 12. Whose wives were "a grief of mind" to again as I too shot out the door. Oblig- ten!" his parents? Charlotte's eyes were shining; Donna- 13. Whose wife "wept before him, and said, ingly the two jets dipped down under the lyn's were fearful; Phillip's were puzzled; Thou dost but hate me, and lovest me not"? clouds for everybody on Molokai to see. Paul chuckled. 14. Whose wife said. "Curse God, and die"? They circled and in little more than an "Ah," they moaned. "There goes the 15. Whose wife are we to remember? instant were well on their way to Hono- fire engine. It's only coming back." Key on page 20 lulu. 18 THE YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR YOUR reams OF THE FUTURE . . .
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