Elatitd, INSTRUCTOR

Elatitd, INSTRUCTOR

elatitd, INSTRUCTOR ENTLE whiffs of perfume from the G locust tree stole through the window into the darkness of the room. The cease- less rustling of the breeze in the poplar leaves broke the calm of the late summer evening. "You are going to leave tomorrow," they whispered. "Your carefree childhood is gone." Were not these my very own thoughts? Yes, for the next day's events were to take me to a Christian school some distance from home. I was going because mother and dad would be pleased to have me do so. They had made it possible. My parents had just come from the Midwestern United States to live in a large • Eastern city. It was strange and lonesome in contrast to the friendliness of the small university town we had known as home. The churches presented the worst prob- lem, for they were as cold and as dead as tombs. They lacked the fire and fervor of our Christian Endeavor Society back home. No cheery voice of a minister ever wel- comed us or invited us to return, and we did not do so. One evening as dad was reading the paper, a small announcement almost hid- den by the screaming movie advertise- ments attracted his attention: "BIBLE -X PROPHECIES EXPLAINED AND DIS- CUSSED." "Well," he mused, "it won't do us any harm to go and listen. Maybe this is the S. M. HARLAN answer to our problem." "Now, Dick, you'd better be careful. One Evening as Dad Was Reading the Paper, a Small Announcement Almost Hidden Don't get mixed up with any silly religious by the Screaming Movie Advertisements Attracted His Attention belief. Remember, we want Shirley brought up in our own church," cau- tioned mother. But dad went to the meet- ing anyway. He listened eagerly to the precious truths AN APPRECIATION of well-known Bible prophecies. Were these texts really in the Bible? How strange! He had never before heard of of My Parents such doctrines. "Whai will Jane think of this?" he wondered. "The people are so friendly too, —Please turn to page 16 By SHIRLEY CLARKE rf, 17,' • rio‘Ni ?essv-er,a, VOL. 97, NO. 17 APRIL 26, 1949 My Gethsemane Our Morning Prayer By ALICE LOUISE TENSEN By VEDA VAN ETTEN I walked a lonely road tonight As dawning lifts the shade of day Of failure and defeat; Before our path is trod, With head bowed down and spirit low, We pause with thankful, loving hearts Master Artist My grief full and complete. And lowly bow to God. By GERTRUDE SIMPSON I walked the road that Jesus walked. We thank Him for the night of sleep, A Master's hand is here; a stroke, 'tis done; My scourge was dark regret; For angels from above, What brush can paint, what pen portray The bitter of the cup I drank, Steadfast and sure the hours through, His skill? I shall not soon forget. We thank Him for His love. What mind can know the secrets of His power? It seemed upon my shoulders We pray for faith that walks with us What tongue can tell the counsels of His Was a cross I could not bear; And smooths the stony ways; will? Until I felt His hand in mine. We ask for grace and virtue strong He would my burden share. To keep us through the days. The simplest things of life on every hand Demand our praise and adoration too— How could you walk that lonely road, We pray that God will give us strength The sunset's tinting, the green grass of spring. Dear Lord, of Calvary? Until our victory's won, The swallow's clinging nest, the violet's The cross you bore, the cup you drank, And we at last can hear Him say hue. Such sacrifice for me. Those blessed words, "Well done." These small parts of His ways our skill defy; Now as I walk each day life's road. Though daily multiplied o'er sea and land: I hear Thy whisper low, Fear And who, of all the puny sons of men, "My grace, dear child, is all-sufficient; The thunder of His power can understand? Have I not told you so?" By HELEN J. ANDERSON Oh, wondrous are His ways. 'Tis He who And so the road's not lonely now I fear, 0 God, I fear forms The cross not hard to bear. The storm that gathers; and the night Our nature hosts in wisdom and in love. Forgiveness through regret is written. Is cold and dark; there is no light They show His matchless skill, His power His cross and crown I share. To guide or warm or cheer. supreme, And sing glad praises to our God above. The shadows are too near; They press me closer, closer still. Like sighs from death's dim, lonely hill Brooklet to Ocean The sobbing winds I hear. By FRANCES SMITH But then there shines a glory from the sky, Listen to the splashing As when a wanderer sees a cottage light; Of that tiny brook! And though his soul is dark and near to die, Hark! the fairy music His heart is warmed, and he forgets the night. In the shady nook! So now, 0 God, I know that Thou art nigh, And, knowing this, I have no need of sight. Watch it while it's skipping O'er the pebbles small, Catching crystal droplets As they rise and fall. His Temple By GERTRUDE TEMPLE TOWNE Sending forth a silver sheen Made of dewy spray, Nearness of Heaven I'm building a body for Jesus, Drops that sound like elfin bells By HELEN W. WESTON To be of some service for Him; Tinkling all the way. I pray that He'll help me remember I saw a glorious sunrise My purpose, which must not grow Now the brooklet widens In beautiful splendor above, dim. As the sea it nears; And thought as I watched that glory, Now it's rushing, roaring, God has filled this day with His love! He says that it is His temple; While the course it steers. Kept holy and clean it must be. I heard a blithe trilling robin He left us this word in the Bible; See its dashing torrents Singing sweetly upon the wing, I'm sure it was written for me. A tumbling crystal wall, My heart then joyously echoed, Now a bubbling lava bed, Praise God for another gay spring! Whether I'm eating or drinking, Then comes a leaping fall. Or working us nesting, 'twere well I heard such sweet childish laughter To do everything to God's glory Contagiously ring through the earth, And all selfish motives repel. It added its note of courage Once again sweet peace and calm; To blend with this real rippling mirth! Not only for this day I'm building, A silver ribbon floats along. But for days that shall lengthen to Widening, ever widening, I rose from my knees this morning years, The river, ocean bound, Aware of the nearness of heaven, When the harvest of souls shall be Merging into briny deep, And turned with smiles to my Father ended Out of sight and sound. Because of these blessings He'd given! And the sign of the Saviour appears. Vol. 97, No. 17 THE YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR, April 26, 1949 One Year, $3.75 Published by the Seventh-day Adventists. Printed every Tuesday by the Review and Herald Publishing Assn., at Takoma Park, Washington 12, D.C., U.S.A. Entered as second-class matter August 14, 1903, at the post office at Washington, D.C., under the Act of Congress of March 3, 1879. Copyright, 1949, Re,iew and Herald Publishing Association, Washington 12, D.C. PAGE 2 THE YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR At Five Minutes to Eight, the Very Moment I Bowed Be- fore the Great God of the Universe, My Boy's Life Was Snuffed Out in an Instant A TRIBUTE HE Lord blessed me when He gave me Tmy son, George. Children do not al- • ways realize the great love that is in the heart of a parent, but I tried to tell him to My Son each day how much I loved him, how much he meant to me, and I believe with all my heart that he knew the depth of By MRS. JESSIE TOMKINS my affection. When a child is taken from one, how wonderful it is to have no regrets and to know that he will see Christ when the resurrection morning dawns. I have that assurance. He was just a young boy, fourteen There is no assurance that any of us has merciful the Lord had been to him, for years, six months, and twelve days to be twenty-four hours left in which to prepare his first words upon hearing of the acci- exact, when the Lord permitted him to be to meet the Lord, or even one hour. Jesus dent were, "My pal was ready, but if taken. I shall not forget the morning of said, "Be ye also ready"—not, Be getting God had allowed me to get on that motor- November 3, 1948. We had breakfast, and ready, but, Be ready. George was ready. cycle before the accident occurred, I would there was the usual rush to take care of But am I ready? Are you ready? have been lost!" How happy George would last-minute details before we both left for Yes, God answered my prayer that be to know that Wayne now has given the day.

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