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The Children’s Six Minutes: Choosing a King

CHOOSING A KING

The Children’s Six Minutes: A Blind Man Who Saw

A BLIND MAN WHO SAW

The Children’s Six Minutes: Alas, The Marks

ALAS, THE MARKS

There is an old, old story about a father who had great difficulty in making his boy obey. The boy did wrong in spite of all that the father could say or do. One day the father said to the boy, “Here is the shed door, now every time you do wrong I am going to pound a nail into the door.” One by one the nails were pounded into the door, until it was literally filled with nails. The boy did not like the looks of the door, the thought of it began to trouble his conscience. So he spoke to his father about it. “Well,” said his father, “I’ll tell you what we will do. Every time you are obedient, every time you do a good deed rather than a wrong one, we will pull a nail out.” The bargain was struck, and as, one by one, the nails were driven in, so, one by one, they were pulled out.

Finally the day arrived when there was but one nail left. You can imagine the joy of the boy when he and his father went together to pull that nail out. With great glee the claws of the hammer were fastened about the head of Mr. Nail and, jerk, out he came. “Oh,” exclaimed the boy, “the marks are left.” Yes, it was true, for every nail driven in and pulled out a mark was left, and it was an ugly looking door. “That is the sad thing about it all,” said the father, “every time you do an evil deed a mark is left upon the life. It is never the same as if the evil deed had not been committed. It is fine that we have all the nails out, but it would have been much better had they never been driven in.”

The Children’s Six Minutes: Helping Fingers

HELPING FINGERS

For three years I lived in Manila, Philippine Islands. Not far from my home was an orphanage for children who were deaf and dumb. Frequently these children were seen at different entertainments that were given about the city. One evening I went to attend a lecture in the Y.M.C.A. Right in front of me sat three children. They were very quiet and orderly. When the lecture began the boy who sat in the middle began to make his fingers go as fast as he could, the two children on either side watching him intently. That center boy could hear, the other two were deaf. So he heard the lecture for them and told it to them by the finger language.

One day a girl, coming out from school, got on a streetcar to go to her home. The car was crowded. She found a seat next to a woman who was heavily laden with bundles. She had all she could do to hold those bundles in her lap and keep them from falling and scattering their contents on the floor. Then a string about one of the packages became untied. She struggled to get that string fastened securely. She had so many packages, her fingers were numb with cold, and again and again the string slipped just at the crucial time. Finally, this schoolgirl, who was an attractive, well-dressed girl, reached over and placed her nicely gloved finger on the obstreperous knot. There was a grateful smile from the troubled woman and a hearty “Thank you.” The next stop was the girl’s home. As she went to the end of the car, she passed a school friend who had watched the little incident. She said to her, “I see you belong to the helping hand society.” “No,” replied the girl, “not the helping hand, just the helping finger society.” This is a great society, girls and boys. Admission to it requires no initiation fee, no dues, simply the desire and the will to be helpful wherever you are.

The Children’s Six Minutes: KUMMOGOKDONATTOOTTAMMOCTITEAONGANNUNNONASH

KUMMOGOKDONATTOOTTAMMOCTITEAONGANNUNNONASH

The Children’s Six Minutes: God’s Measure

GOD’S MEASURE

Here I have some measures. This is a rule, we call it a folding foot rule. Here is a square. And here is a tape measure. There are other measures, quarts and pecks and bushels. Then there are liquid measures, quarts and gallons and barrels. There are also measures of weight, ounces, pounds and tons. Now these different measures are the same all over the United States. A pound of butter in New York is the same as a pound of butter in California. There are other countries that do not have measures like ours. France, for example, has the metric system. Should you go into a dry goods store in Paris you would not ask for a yard of cloth, but for a meter.

God’s measures are the same. God has a measure for girls and boys, and that measure is the same in Ohio, Mexico, England or Spain. If it is wrong to steal in Germany, it is wrong to steal in Brazil. If it was wrong to commit murder in the first century, it is wrong to take life in this century. The Ten Commandments are some of God’s measures for us.

John, come up here, I want to measure you. Stand there, that’s right. I have the mark, now let us see how tall you are. Four feet, three and one-half inches. That is fine. You are a big boy, aren’t you? I wish too that I could measure you according to God’s measure. But I cannot do that. You must do that yourself. How tall are you as you look at yourself in the light of the Saviour’s life? According to his measure I pray that you may be tall and strong.

The Children’s Six Minutes: What the Trees said to Me

WHAT THE TREES SAID TO ME

Across the street from my home is a large and beautiful park. It has inviting, winding paths, great quantities of flowers and many varieties of trees. Early one summer day, before most people were up, I strolled through the park. I thought I was all alone, but suddenly I heard a voice, “Stand erect. Do not walk with stooping shoulders. Head up, shoulders back!” Now I confess I was walking, and thinking as I walked, with shoulders bent and head forward. At once I straightened up and looked about to see who was speaking. It was the voice of a pine tree, growing hard by the path, tall and straight as a plumb line. “Thank you,” I said to the pine.

No sooner had I left the pine, and was again deep in thought, when I heard another voice. “Be courteous, you can never accomplish anything by scolding, insulting or driving people. Be fair and just. Be like Christ, a Christian gentleman.” Now who in the world is speaking to me? I looked everywhere and there was not the sign of a person in all the park. “Here I am,” the voice said. I looked and there, right before me, was a graceful elm tree, smiling and courteously bowing low to me. “I shall try and heed your word,” I said.

Going on my way I was no longer absorbed in thought, for I knew that other trees would have something to say. Sure enough, “Be steadfast,” I heard. What tree could that be? I should have known at once. The maple, of course.

Now the white birch beckons. How its face shines in the light of the early morning! But dark or light I can distinguish it from all its fellows. Always white of face and clean of life. So, I hear it say, “Be clean.”

Turning my steps homeward I said to the kindly trees, “Good-by, and thank you. I shall never forget this morning’s walk.”

The Children’s Six Minutes: Good Advice

GOOD ADVICE

Most of us, men and women as well as girls and boys, do not take kindly to advice. We very much prefer that people keep their advice to themselves. There are times, however, when we are compelled to listen to advice, because of the source. Here is a bit of advice that commands our attention. It is from the great English novelist, Charles Dickens.

Charles Dickens’ youngest boy, Edward, left home when he was sixteen years of age and went to Australia. His father wrote him a parting letter, which is worth while for all boys, whether or no they leave home. In that letter the great Dickens said,

“I put a New Testament among your books for the very same reasons and with the very same hopes that made me write an easy account of it for you when you were a little child. Because it is the best book that ever was or ever will be in the world. And because it teaches you the best lessons by which any human creature who tries to be truthful and faithful to duty can possibly be guided. As your brothers have gone away, one by one, I have written to each such words as I am now writing to you and have entreated them all to guide themselves by this book, putting aside the interpretations and inventions of men. Never abandon the wholesome practice of saying your own private prayers, night and morning. I have never abandoned it myself, and I know the comfort of it.”

Now that we are done reading this letter it does not sound like advice at all, does it. It is all so wholesome and sturdy that we feel like speaking right out loud, “Thank you, Mr. Dickens, thank you very much.”

The Children’s Six Minutes: God’s Clock

GOD’S CLOCK

Do you own a watch? If you do not now you will some day. I have a friend whose watch came to him in this wise. His father said to him, “When you graduate from High School I will give you a watch.”

Is there a “town clock” where you live? Is it dependable? Do men set their watches by it? Do people, passing it, glance up to see if they are late? In the village where I began my ministry the Baptist tower held the town clock. I lived but a few doors away. I went to bed by it. I studied by it. I was wakened by it. Even now, and many years have passed since then, I can hear its clear bell strike the hours.

The strangest clock I ever saw was in China. I went up the West River to the city of Canton. I was carried through the narrow, smelly, crowded streets to the top of a little hill at the city’s edge. There, on the very tip-top I saw the “Water Clock.” I read, “This water clock is a most ancient, authentic, celebrated and sacred relic of Kwong Tung Province, over 1,300 years old. It was erected on the top story of the north Worshiping Tower which was built by Chin To, King of the South of China.”

It was a strange, crude affair, run by water. I stood and looked at it and thought, “This clock was running when George Washington was president; it was running when Christopher Columbus sailed on his great voyage of discovery; long years, long centuries before that it was built.”

But there is a clock surpassing all others. I call it God’s clock. It is the Sun. Since time began God’s clock has kept time. It is the central clock of our universe. It regulates all others. It does not have to be wound. God has seen to that. How can we help worshiping the God who has made such a clock!

The Children’s Six Minutes: Candle Children