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"I'M SCARED OF LOTS OF THINGS LIKE STORMS AND BURGLARS AND STUFF! I'M ONLY LITTLE, YOU SEE?"

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LITTLE THINGS

It really is wonderful what God can do even with the smallest things. He takes a little acorn, and brings out of it a giant oak tree. Out from a tiny seed, He brings an apple tree, that will bear fruit enough to feed a family. With a little baby, He builds a man, who rules kingdoms and sways the destiny of the world.

And now let me tell you about three little things mentioned in the Bible that God took and used in very remarkable ways. They are a man's walking stick, a widow's cupboard, and a little boy's lunch.  

THE WALKING STICK

First about the man's walking stick. It belonged to a man named Aaron, and is known in the Bible as Aaron's rod. Probably it was something like a shepherd's crook, but in any case it was just an ordinary piece of dry wood like any other rod. There was nothing special about it at all.

But one day when the people were quarreling among themselves and grumbling at Moses and Aaron, the Lord took this piece of wood and used it to settle the dispute.

He told Moses to take the rods of the chief princes of Israel, twelve in all, and place them, with Aaron's rod, in the tabernacle, saying that if something very remarkable happened to one of the rods before morning, it would be a sign that God recognized the owner of that rod as the leader.

And what do you suppose happened? When Moses went into the tabernacle in the morning, he found leaves, flowers, and almonds growing from one of the rods. No doubt he was very much surprised, for there had never been anything like that in the tabernacle before. Then he noticed that all the foliage was coming from Aaron's rod. That dry, old piece of stick had borne fruit overnight! (Numbers 17:6-8.)

Taking all the rods out to the people, he showed them what had happened, and they saw at once that God had chosen Aaron.

Now, it seems to me that if God could take a dry piece of wood and make it blossom and bear fruit in one night, surely He can take the dullest and most ordinary children and make them fruit bearers in His service. I'm sure He can!  

THE WOMAN'S CUPBOARD

But now about the woman's cupboard. It was almost bare. All she had in it was a handful of flour at the bottom of a barrel and a few drops of olive oil in a jug. There had been no rain for over three years; so the crops had withered and everybody was starving. She was about to make her last meal of the flour and oil, when the prophet Elijah met her. He too was very hungry, and asked her for food.

The poor widow replied that she had practically nothing left, that her cupboard was empty, and the little she had was to make the last meal for herself and her son.

Then Elijah asked her to do a very hard thing. He said, "You make me a cake first." It sounds very mean of him, but he surely wouldn't have said it if he had not believed for sure that God would do something for the poor woman in return. He promised her, "The barrel of meal shall not waste, neither shall the cruse of oil fail, until the day that the Lord sendeth rain upon the earth."

She was a noble soul. Starving though she was, she gave away the little that she had to someone else. And God kept His promise made through His servant Elijah. Something happened to that cupboard. I don't know what it was, but every time the poor widow went to the barrel, or to the oil jug, she always found all she needed. The barrel was never empty, and the jug never ran dry. I think the angels must have had lots of fun filling them up when the woman wasn't looking.

But just think of it--in the midst of a dried-up country and among a starving people, that dear woman and her son were kept supplied with food until the next crops were gathered, all because she put God first and gave her all to Him!

And don't you think that if God could look after that widow's cupboard in the long ago, He can look after boys and girls today? Of course He can. But it all depends on our making Him first in all our plans and giving Him all we have.  

THE LITTLE BOY'S LUNCH

But now you want to know about the little boy's lunch. This is the most remarkable story of them all.

One morning a mother living in Galilee stood in the door of her home and waved good-by to her boy who was going off to spend the day in the fields. She had put up a lunch for him; five buns and two small fishes. Off he went, happy as a lark, looking for something with which to amuse himself for the day. Seeing a number of people all going the same way, he joined them, and asked where they were going. They told him that Jesus, the great teacher and healer, had crossed over to the other side of the lake by boat and they were hurrying around the lake to meet Him there.

Thinking this a good opportunity to see Jesus and watch Him heal people, the boy decided to go along. As they drew near to the place where Jesus was standing, the boy found himself in the midst of a vast crowd of people, all eager to get as near to Him as they could. Little by little he squeezed himself near to the front.

At last he reached a place where he could see what was happening and listen to what Jesus was saying. So this was the Jesus of whom he had heard so much! How glad he was to see Him! What a kind face He had! What searching eyes! Thrilled with wonder and delight, the boy watched the healing of the sick, the deaf, the dumb, and the blind, and listened to the beautiful words that came from the Saviour's lips. His heart was won, his love captured. "Surely," he thought, "this must be the Messiah for whom my people have waited so long! If only I could speak to Him or touch His hand or do for Him some little service!"

Just then he saw Jesus turn to one of the men who were standing close by Him. "Philip," said Jesus, "whence shall we buy bread, that these may eat?"

Immediately the thought came through the boy's mind that perhaps Jesus was hungry and had forgotten to bring any food with Him. He thought of his lunch. Dare he? Dare he? Just then Andrew caught sight of the lad and seemed at once to understand all that was going on in his mind. "See," he called across to Jesus, "there is a lad here with five barley loaves and two small fishes."

Jesus looked over at the boy and saw that he was offering his lunch. I'm sure His heart was touched at the sight, for He knows so well how precious lunches are to boys. As for the boy, he was more than repaid by the beautiful smile that Jesus gave him.

To the boy's surprise, Jesus did not eat the lunch. Instead, He held it in His hands while He asked the people to sit down and prepare for dinner.

"But He is surely not going to try to feed all this crowd with my little lunch!" said the boy to himself. But Jesus did not seem the least bit disturbed by the large family He had asked to dine on so small a supply of food.

Presently, when all the people were seated, Jesus lifted His hand and asked His Father to bless the food. Then He began to break the buns into pieces and pass them to the disciples to hand around to the people.

The boy watched intently, and he was amazed to notice that there seemed to be no end to the buns; the more Jesus broke off the more there seemed to be. So much so that when all the five thousand people were fully satisfied, there was food lying about on the ground uneaten, and each of the disciples brought back a full basket of pieces.

What a huge supply of food that little boy's lunch had made! Who would have thought it! Not only did the boy get a good dinner himself, but everybody else did too! And why? Because the boy had placed his lunch in the hands of Jesus.

Maybe you haven't much that you can call your own. Maybe you don't even have a lunch you can give Him; but you can be sure of this, that the same Jesus who took those five buns and two little fishes and made them feed five thousand people is able to take all you will give Him and multiply it a thousand fold for the blessing of others.

You try it and see. Say to Him just now:
“Take my life, I give you all of me;
Take myself, and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee." 
He will make something wonderful out of your life!

Saved From the Storm

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  The evening had been warm and sultry. Everyone was hot and tired. So was little Jessie; and when Mother told her to go to bed, she was actually glad to go.

But when the light was put out, she was just a little bit frightened, for from far away in the distance came the long rolling boom of thunder. Now and then the whole room was lighted up with bright flashes of lightning.

Jessie didn't like storms; so she shut her eyes tight and said a little prayer, asking Jesus to take care of her. 

Then the rain came. Down and down it came, and while it was raining, little Jessie went to sleep. How long she slept she didn't know. It seemed only a minute, though it must have been hours. 

Then something woke her, something startling and terrifying. It was Mother's voice, and she was frightened.

"Jessie, Jessie, quick, wake up!" Mother was saying, as she gently shook her.

As Jessie awoke she heard another sound, the most strange and dreadful noise she had heard in all her life. It was a terrible roaring like one great peal of thunder that would not stop. Jessie was very much frightened now.

"Oh, Mamma, Mamma, what's the matter?" she cried. "It's a tornado, and it's right upon us," said Mother. "We must pray, darling. I'll wake Daddy and get him to pray too." Daddy awoke with a start, and jumped out of bed. He guessed at once what was wrong.

They knelt down by the bed, Mother on one side of Jessie, Daddy on the other, their arms crossed over the little girl's head as though to protect her from danger.

By this time the fearful roaring seemed right overhead, and there were other sounds now as of windows being shattered and things being torn to pieces.

"Dear Jesus, please take care of us," one of them began. Crash! There was a terrific noise as the house next door was smashed by the fury of the wind.

"Dear Jesus, please don't let the storm . . ."

Crash! Another awful sound told that the house on the other side had gone now.

Crash! Now it was the house across the street.

"0 Jesus, help! Save us, please save us!"

So they prayed, while all the time those loving, sheltering arms were close over Jessie's head. And above those arms were other arms, stronger still and yet more loving—the everlasting arms of God.

 When the storm had passed, the light of morning revealed a scene of awful desolation, with trees uprooted and the wreckage of houses strewn all around. For a block and a half every building had been smashed, with one exception--the house where Jessie, Mother, and Daddy had prayed.

Today another storm threatens the whole world. Many people are frightened as they see and hear it coming, but Jesus doesn't want us to be afraid. He wants us to trust Him always, with all our hearts. No matter what happens, He would have us keep calm and confident, believing that in His own good time all will be well.

Then He whispers to us these precious promises:

"He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. . . . Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day. . . . Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation; there shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling." Psalm 91:1-10.

"Underneath are the everlasting arms," He assures us. Arms of love; sheltering love, under us and over us always, just like the arms that sheltered little Jessie.

As the storm comes nearer, Jesus will not forget His promises. But let us not forget to pray, and keep on praying till the skies are clear again.

Then one day the storm will pass. Peace will come again, glorious, eternal peace; and we shall see, so clearly then, how Jesus has indeed done all things well.  

TWO BURGLAR STORIES 

THE POWER OF GOD'S LAW

 Paula was frightened. She was all alone in the house, and it was getting late. The missionary and his wife had been suddenly called away on a long trip into the mountains, and she had agreed to stay in the house and keep an eye on things till they should return, but they had not come back. What should she do?

She wanted, oh, so much, to go to her own home, but how could she? She had agreed to stay here till they came, and she could not break her promise. If only someone else were with her, it wouldn't be so bad. But to be alone, at night, and with so many bad people around!

Those bad people worried her. She had heard so much about them. In this part of Peru thieves were constantly breaking into houses and stealing everything they could carry away.

No one dared leave a window or a door open or unlocked. Thieves had been known even to put their arms through open windows in broad daylight, quickly grab anything they could reach, and run off with it.

Too afraid to sit still, Paula walked nervously from room to room, keeping the lights on everywhere so that if there should be a thief around, he would think everybody was home, and stay away. Sometimes, just to keep up her courage, she would stand still and read one of the Bible texts that the missionary had hung on the wall. It did her heart good to read:

"The angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear Him, and delivereth them," or "Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on Thee: because he trusteth in Thee."

Most of all, Paula was impressed by a big chart of the Ten Commandments which hung right opposite the front door. This was the chart which the missionary used in his meetings at the church. Somehow it made her feel safer as she read the big type which said: "God spake all these words, saying, I am the Lord thy God, which have brought thee out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage. Thou shalt have no other gods before Me." 

She thought of the great God of Israel, who had saved His people from the Egyptians, and she tried to believe that He would save her from the thieves.

It was nearly midnight. All was very still and silent. Not a sound could be heard anywhere; not a whisper of wind in the trees; not the bark of a dog, the bray of a donkey, or even the cry of a child. But suddenly a strange noise broke the silence. It was a scraping sound near the front door. Paula listened, petrified with fright.

Yes, someone was trying to pick the lock! It must be one of the thieves. Suppose he should break in? What should she do? What could she do?

Now there was a bump, then another bump. Whoever was outside the door was trying to force it open. Paula ran into a corner and huddled down behind a piece of furniture where she could see without being seen, her heart thumping so loud she felt sure the man must hear it. 

Suddenly there was a very loud bump, then a crash, as the door burst open and flew back against the wall. In stepped a big, brawny, evil-looking man. Striding into the living room, he looked about him as though trying to make up his mind what he should carry away.

Terrified, Paula looked on. What would he steal? The clock? The ornaments on the mantelpiece? Or the silverware in the bureau drawer? His keen, shrewd eyes seemed to be taking in everything, as they swept around the room.

Then the thief paused. His eyes had fallen upon something else; something different; something he had never seen before. It was the Ten-Commandment chart. He seemed to be saying to himself, "What strange thing is this, this writing on the wall?" 

He went closer to examine the chart. Then he folded his arms and quietly read it all the way through.

Beginning with the words "God spake all these words, saying," he read on down through the first commandment, the second, the third, the fourth. Then he came to the fifth, "Honour thy father and thy mother"; the sixth, "Thou shalt not kill"; the seventh, "Thou shalt not commit adultery"; the eighth, "Thou shalt not steal"; the ninth, "Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour"; and finally the tenth, "Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's house, thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor anything that is thy neighbour's."

Paula wondered what the thief would do when he came to the end. She was certainly not prepared for what actually happened.

As he finished reading the chart he suddenly turned on his heel and, without saying a word or taking a single thing, walked quietly out of the house. It was as though God Himself had spoken to him from the words on the wall.

Next day, when the missionaries returned, they found Paula all excited over her great adventure, and with half the furniture in the house piled against the front door.

"Wonderful!" they said as they heard her story. "What power there is in the law of the Lord!"

Saved by a Prayer

 This happened some years ago over on the continent of Africa.

Little Matilda came running into the house, only to find everybody out. She called and called, but nobody answered. The house was empty. Or so she thought.

Then she saw something that almost frightened her to death. In the bedroom, where the bedclothes almost touched the floor, there was a big black foot sticking out. 

There was a man under the bed! And she alone in the house! 

Poor Matilda was about to scream when she stopped herself. Suddenly she remembered something her mother had told her long ago: "When afraid, tell God."

She dropped to her knees and began to pray out loud.

First, she thanked God for all His mercies, and for the way He had watched over her and blessed her all her life. Then she asked Him to take care of her now and keep her from all harm and danger. Then she prayed for the people of Africa, especially for those who lived all around her home.

"Help them to find their way to Thee," she said, pausing a moment before she concluded, "and make them good and kind and gentle as Jesus. And forgive them for all their sins."

At this there was a movement under the bed. The toes of the foot began to wiggle. Then the foot began to move. Soon two feet were showing. Then a body came sliding out.

Matilda got up from her knees, quite unafraid.

"Did you want something?" she said calmly to the big African boy. 

"No," he said.

"Can I do anything to help you?" she asked.

"No," he said. "I came here to rob this house, maybe to kill you, Now I can't do it. I heard you pray for my people and for me. And now I just want to go; and I won't do anything like this again. Never."

With that he was gone, subdued and changed by the power of a little girl's prayer.

YOUR PRAYERS CAN HAVE POWER TOO
BECAUSE THE POWER OF JESUS
IS THERE TO ANSWER THEM!

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