How to Improve Your Jungles of Chiapas

JULY 20. 1954
How to Improve Your
Jungles of Chiapas
Bible Lesson
for July 31
Take a map of Central America
and run your finger south from Mexico City
along the Pan American Highway. Just before you cross over the border into Guatemala, you pass through the state of Chiapas.
Scattered throughout this region of mountains and jungle are groups of Adventist
Indians, largely hidden from the passing
world and with only a rare opportunity to
see and worship with others of like faith.
In "Jungles of Chiapas" Barbara 0. Westphal
,takes us along on a rugged trip by truck,
muleback, and finally boat to visit these outposts of the church. Her cover picture is of
two Indians of that area resting at the roadside.
The Face of Joy
She was fascinated by her schoolbook stories of the
North American Indians. To the little-girl mind of Anna Christine Carlsen, native daughter of Vaxja, Sweden, Indian ways
were synonymous with everything adventurous. At seventeen,
Anna began her supreme adventure when she sailed for America.
In time she married an energetic youth whose given name
carried a strong Spanish influence—Ferdinand. One day, busy
with her sewing on her front lawn, Anna looked up to see a man
approaching on crutches. He turned out to be a book salesman,
and he sold her The Great Controversy. Anna and Ferdinand
became Seventh-day Adventists, took nurses' training, and finally
built a private sanitarium. But they longed to labor for the needy
far away. When they heard of a forthcoming conference in the
East in 1899, they sold their goods, packed what remained in
seven trunks, took their two children, and set out.
"We want the hardest place," Ferdinand told Joseph Westphal at the conference, "wherever it is—Africa—South America—"
They left directly from the meeting with their seven trunks
and two children, beginning twenty-nine years of pioneer work in
Bolivia, Lake Titicaca, Perene Mission, and Iquitos.
"I am now eighty-three, and I can say that in all the days of
my years, the twenty-nine spent in mission work with my husband
were the happiest. Before marriage I had wanted a beautiful
home. But, oh, how happy I am for the better joys that came."
"Would you do it again?" I asked. "What of the hardships?"
"0 yes, yes! I guess ours was a life like Paul's—fevers, hunger,
stonings, strangers in hostile lands. But I have never lost my first
love. I love the message now more than ever before."
So Anna, companion to the "Apostle to the Inca Indians,"
Pastor F. A. Stahl, has fulfilled, in a way she could not foresee,
her desire to learn of Indians! And in the learning what joys have
fixed the gentle lines in the face of Anna Stahl.
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writes is to see life more clearly.
Music circles in Sweden
know about the Sabbath because Herbert
Blomstedt has risen to the top as a successful
young conductor and he witnesses for his
faith. His story and picture are on page 10.
Under the pen name of Lily Gonzaga, a writer from the Philippines unfolds
a narrative of the struggles of a mother who
faced the responsibility of rearing four children alone when her husband was snatched
from her. Her fortitude, foresight, and determination paid outstanding dividends. The
story begins on page 17.
"How to Improve Your Complexion" (page 5) reveals the sad plight
of a very plain girl when she went away to
school, inwardly certain that she was the
modern counterpart of Hans Christian Andersen's ugly duckling.
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.No one was sympathetic. All that a girl really needed to
know was how to cook mealie meal, hoe in the lands,
,carry wood and water, and rear a large family.
HE three girls had been hoeing
rhythmically in the early morning sun. It was now getting hot,
and they were weary.
"Let's rest awhile," said one.
The suggestion was welcome, and they
were soon sitting under the big murula
tree over at the edge of the garden.
There, in the cooling shade, they again
began to discuss in an excited way the
plan that had predominated their conversation every time they had been together
these past few weeks. They had reached
the point where they were arguing such
weighty matters as whether it would be
better to slip away from their village at
night, when everyone was asleep, or
whether they should go to the lands as
usual some morning, but, instead of working, keep on going until they came to the
road that led to the Seventh-day Adventist
mission a number of miles away.
"How soon do you suppose we shall be
"Do you suppose we shall be pursued
when we are missed?"
"Why, no one will know where we
"Oh, yes, they will! Everyone in the
village knows we want to be Christians.
Why, haven't we begged and begged for
permission to attend a mission school?
Surely they will suspect where we have
gone. What I wonder is whether anyone
will trouble to follow us."
There was one more very important
matter that concerned them. What would
happen once they reached the mission?
"We have no money for school fees."
This hindrance had been discussed
again and again, but they had always
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overcome it in their thinking with the
hope that some kind missionary would
give them work in one of those white
houses that surrounded the school buildings. They knew that both the ministers
and their wives were busy from dawn
to dark with the work of the Lord and
that it was necessary for them to hire
someone to polish the cement floors of
the houses and to wash the clothing and
How they feared to wash those dishes,
for they knew that they were china and
had to be handled very carefully, because,
if they were dropped, they would break.
How unlike the durable tin dishes they
used, when they used dishes at all! It was
much simpler to use fingers instead of
spoons and to have the whole family eat
out of the pan in which the food had been
cooked. But though they feared the dishes,
they longed for something better, and
would face even that to obtain it.
But would they find work? Perhaps
they would be sent back home. Should
they find work, they were determined to
save every penny until there was enough
for tuition. Then they would learn how
to be Christian teachers, like the girl who
taught their brothers and sisters in their
own village school—who tried so hard
to teach the villagers to leave their evil
ways and follow the Lord Jesus. Grandiose
plans, these, from their circumstances—
but every girl has a right to daydream,
has she not?
But why must they plan to flee like
this? They had been seized with this
longing to go to the mission months
before—even before they had finished the
local village school—but no one was sympathetic with their desires. Why, their
parents reasoned, should a girl want to
learn more than was taught in the village
schools? All that a girl really needed to
know was how to cook mealie meal, hoe
in the lands, carry wood and water on her
head, and rear a large family. Yes, their
difficulties were great—but their longings
were greater.
Not many days later they carried out
their long-dreamed-of plans. Their flight
was successful. Cautiously they ap-
Alice immediately impressed me with the intelligent expression on her face, the alertness in
her eyes. We were completely satisfied with her work from the very first day of her employment.
proached the mission grounds for what
they hoped would be the end of their
journey. They had not carried many
things with them, and now they were very
hungry. They must soon find work where
they would be given food to fill their
gnawing stomachs, and begin to work for
school fees.
But they found that the missionary
homes, one after another, had perhaps not
all the help they could use, but certainly
all they could afford to pay. A hurried survey by the missionaries showed that, with
a contribution from the missionaries here
and there, the student-aid fund could just
about be stretched to care for one. So one
was taken, and two were left.
One of the two remaining became disheartened, and returned to her village,
just as Orpah had returned to her heathen
gods hundreds of years before. But the
other, Alice, like Ruth of old, chose to
sojourn in this new and strange place.
And that day of her decision was the
day I met Alice. We had been away from
the mission for some time and arrived
back that day. We were in need of a
helper, especially now that there was a
new baby boy in the family. When Alice
asked me for work so that she could save
money for school fees, I was immediately
impressed with the intelligent expression
on her face, the alertness of her eyes, and
the lithe movements of her hands and
feet. She was pretty too—unusually pretty
for a girl from the bush. I quickly saw in
her a relief from the unkempt and sluggish type of girl who sometimes comes
along seeking employment. Here was
also an opportunity to do some missionary
work with one who seemed to have been
called out from her village.
We were completely satisfied with
Alice's work from the very first day. As
we fed her and clothed her, her work developed nicely, and was well worth the
wage we were paying her. However, I
was not aware that she had fled her village
and had come to us really seeking refuge
in our home.
Several weeks later, while we were
eating luncheon, one of our African ministers, accompanied by two strangers,
knocked at our door. As my husband
went out to talk with them I must admit
that I breathed a sigh, wondering what
had brought folks to our door right at
luncheon time. Maybe someone had died.
Perhaps someone wanted to marry. Or
perhaps it was any of those multitudinous
problems that are brought to the European pastor of any large African church.
When I was called to join in the discussion, my curiosity was more than a
little aroused. Here we all stood under
the noonday sun—the African pastor, the
two strangers, my husband, and I—and
a frightened Alice waiting mutely at one
My husband questioned her.
"Alice, did you run away from your
away; however, he still kept bothering
both Alice and us.
The more we went into the case, the
more we were aware of the complexity
of the problem we were trying to solve.
We went to see the father of Alice, and
found him entirely willing that she should
come to school. But our newly raised
hopes were completely dashed when we
learned that he was not married to her
mother, and was therefore helpless to
say what she should do.
We found ourselves involved in a complexity of native laws and customs, and,
being constantly troubled by the uncle,
went further into the matter. Ordinarily,
this heathen uncle would have been the
deciding factor in the case, but he was
legally cast aside because he had paid no
attention to her all the years of her life
until now, and it was generally agreed
that he was hardly in a position to assert
his rights as guardian ,and thwart her
efforts to become a Christian teacher.
However, that left us to deal with her
mother, who was even more of a problem.
One needed only a look at the gaudily
bedecked mother to see what influence
she would have over her daughter. She
was not at all concerned that her daughter
was happy where she was, but seemed determined to snatch her away from the
brief and pleasant interlude she had experienced among Christian young people
and in a Christian home. She had but one
aim for Alice, and that was to make a
marriage for her to some man who would
support not only Alice but herself. Since
A sweet bird song awakened me
she had complete authority over the child,
When dawn was very young;
she won her case. Disappointed and a bit
A rhapsody familiar to my ears:
bewildered, we bade good-by to Alice, and
I'd heard it sung
watched her go down the road, defeated
At other dawns, when gilded skies
and lost—lost—perhaps forever.
Unfolded quietly;
A number of months later I boarded a
I have not fashioned words to fit
train with my two small children. We
This lilting melody,
were watching the procession of people
Because words seem inadequate
that always parade the platform when
For little tunes that gush
trains are soon to leave. In that maze of
From feathered throats of mocking- faces I thought I detected a familiar one.
Was it Alice? Surely not. This girl was
And cardinal and thrush.
drawn and much older looking. But it
was. She saw me and smiled, and although hesitant to approach a European
coach, ventured up to the window when
she saw my encouraging smile. Tremblingly she talked to me—this girl who
village with your uncle who has come only a short while ago had been full of
hopes and noble aspirations. She seemed
for you?"
now to be completely and almost hope"I want to stay, Umfundisi."
We did not want to see Alice leave lessly entangled in heathenism, under the
now. We had already visualized her go- unholy guidance of her iniquitous mother.
As the train pulled away and she was
ing to school, continuing. in the Bible
classes, then one day going out to teach. lost in the seething crowd again, I felt like
How could we let her go back to a calling after her, "Alice! Alice! Don't be
heathen village? We must try to help a lost to God! Don't be lost forever! Come
young girl who had already shown will- back!" Instead, her name echoed only in
ingness to endure hardship to go in the my heart, over and over again, in tune
way she thought right. We decided to with the wheels of the coach.
Missionaries have successes, but their
A heated discussion in the vernacular best efforts at times fail. And the failures
ensued between the uncle and the run- hurt.
Lost—lost forever!
away niece, but the uncle finally went
"Yes, Umfundisi."
"Why, Alice?"
"Because I wanted to be a Christian
teacher, and no one in the village would
listen to me."
"You have been here only a few weeks.
We like you. You have done good work.
We want to keep you. But when you
came, we did not know that you had run
away from your village."
"I want to stay."
"Now, let us make this clear. You want
to stay here, and not go back to your
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How to Improve Your Complexion
OME unsympathetic persons would
declare that she was downright
homely. She called herself the
Ugly Duckling. She was always
embarrassed when she had to meet strangers, for she had such a low opinion of her
appearance that she just knew people
would be shocked when they first saw
In her own home church, however, she
was quite at ease, for she had been there
all of her life, and people, she felt, were
used to seeing her. But when she had
graduated from the little church school it
was time to attend the academy, a whole
State away. How she dreaded it!
Time slipped by, and in spite of her
apprehension she found herself assigned
a room in the girls' dormitory and attending the first worship service the evening
before the start of registration the next
day. Her cheeks burned in self-conscious
pity as she felt that others must loathe
her because of her homeliness. Oh, why
hadn't the Lord favored her with just a
little of the prettiness she seemed to see
all around her? But suddenly she was
startled as she saw a smiling girl enter
who was certainly just as plain as she.
But the smiling one didn't seem to be
concerned about it, and as she observed
her after worship, surrounded by the
other girls and being hugged by her
many friends, she seemed to be one of the
most popular girls she had yet seen at
this school.
Gradually this poor little embarrassed
ugly-duckling freshman girl learned that
this other girl, who appeared to be just
as plain, if not plainer, than she, was a
senior who was a true, earnest Christian.
Her good works, her untiring service and
love for others, so far outweighed her
plainness that people who knew her never
saw the unbeautiful outside because of
the beauty of character within. This little
freshman, who called herself the Ugly
Duckling, made a resolution to be the
same kind of unselfish, loving friend to
others as was this senior.
School years came and went and she,
humbly, still referred to herself as the
Ugly Duckling, although she was so busy
doing good that she never spent any time
in self-pity or worrying about her plain
[Pint given as a talk to a group of academy girls.]
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features. In her senior year a good friend
took her severely to task, for calling herself by that term and insisted that she
stop, for the beauty of her character so
outshone her less-than-pretty face that no
one ever thought she was homely. Her
friend also reminded her that the ugly
duckling of the Hans Christian Andersen,
story became a beautiful swan, and she
suggested that possibly the same thing
had happened to her.
Daughters of the heavenly King, do you
long for the outer beauty that fades away
or are you longing and striving f-r the
beauty that endures? "The king's daughter is all glorious within," the psalmist
As a boy, growing up in a little village
in the West, I well remember a near
neighbor, who, although passing fair, had
a rather sharp tongue. This neighbor
made her boast that she had never apologized or said she was sorry for anything
she had ever said. She uttered her cruel,
harsh words whenever she felt so moved
and never manifested the least contrition
when these words wounded and stung.
I have not seen this neighbor for years, but
I heard someone report not too long ago
that her face now was hard, sharp, and
ugly, bearing the outer impress of the
spirit within.
This reminds me of the experience of
the teen-ager who came in proudly to tell
her mother that she had overheard someone remark how pretty she was. The
mother, wise woman that she was, said,
"Don't feel elated about that. You are not
responsible for your face at the age of
sixteen; ,you are at forty." The former
neighbor is now well beyond her forties.
If her face is hard and ugly, who is to
But do you feel a little resentful at times
that you were apparently passed by when
beauty was being distributed? Wouldn't
every girl like to be beautiful and glamorous? Wouldn't she like to have a peaches-
A marvelous change began to come over the girl who for so long had called herself "The Ugly
Duckling." A friend reminded her that in the story the duckling had become a lovely swan.
and-cream complexion and naturally wavy
hair? But God told Samuel, you'll remember, when He sent him to anoint a
king over Israel: "Look not on his countenance, or on the height of his stature; because I have refused him: for the Lord
seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh
on the outward appearance, but the Lord
looketh on the heart." The King's daughter, all glorious within, has nothing to
worry about; God sees her beautiful heart.
The heart, the inner spirit, as already
suggested, can produce a change in the
outward appearance. For instance, a
Japanese mother, observing the girls in
one of our schools in Japan, asked, "Do
you take only pretty girls in your school?"
Is outward beauty, mere prettiness, such
a blessing? It is said by those who have
seen pictures of the more than seventy
men whose names are inscribed in the
Hall of Fame at University Heights, New
York University, New York City, that
one is impressed at once by how homely
famous men are. Abraham Lincoln and
Benjamin Franklin, for example, were
not noted for their handsome features,
and their names are there. Woodrow
Wilson was certainly a famous man, but
not exactly handsome. He was fond of
quoting the following limerick:
"As a beauty I'm not a great star,
There are others more handsome by far;
But my face I don't mind it
Because I'm behind it—
'Tis the folks out in front that I jar."
Former President Wilson, in a jesting
way, was putting first things first. He
realized that mere outward beauty was of
little consequence: it was the man behind
the face that counted. He must have felt—
"I have to live with myself, and so
I want to be fit for myself to know."
Someone who observed how plain-looking these famous men were—they all
seemed to have that one thing in common
—tried to determine a reason for it, and
came to the conclusion that the handsome
boy has things too easy. Girls sigh over
him, little old ladies pat him on the head,
and he seems to get the breaks whether
he deserves them or not. He's the one
that's usually chosen class president; he's
the one that is considered for an opening
in a business if he has the least ability.
What is the effect upon him? He doesn't
have to exert himself, so his latent powers
are never put to the stretch. His character
may become warped because of his handsome face. The homely man, on the other
hand, has to work and work hard to
achieve, gets no breaks, and develops
character through his struggle.
Each year during the summer there is
staged at Long Beach, California, the Miss
Universe contest. Beautiful girls from all
over the world are sent there by their
respective countries to see whether they
can carry off the honor of being chosen the
most beautiful girl in all the world. But
since there are prizes and Hollywood con-
BOUT a year ago Charles
Nicolas earned a scholarship
by canvassing on the French
island of Martinique, and
attended the Caribbean Training College. During the school vacation time he
re-entered the literature ministry and
began working for another scholarship.
He drove himself so hard in order to
earn the scholarship for the next year
that at the end of three months his face
was thin and drawn.
The publishing secretary of the union
urged him to visit one of our Seventh-day
Adventist doctors, and after careful
diagnosis it was found that he had
tuberculosis. He returned home to Martinique, but within two weeks he was dead.
It was a very sad funeral, for so many
people loved him and remembered the
prayers he had offered in their homes.
During the summer Charles had met a
military man by the name of Elisee
Aristidi, and together they had studied
the Word of God. This military leader,
convinced of Bible truth, decided to follow its teachings.
When he learned of the death of the
one who had brought him the message
of eternal life, he determined to take up
the work that Charles had laid down. He
left the French Army, gave up his officer
rating, and became a colporteur-minister.
He plans to receive a college training,
so he can do double work—for Charles
Nicolas and for himself.
tracts for the runners-up as well, the girls
are quite eager to compete whether they
win the coveted title or not. However,
even though Miss Universe and several
of her court are automatically signed up
for a year's contract at several thousand
dollars with some film studios, never has
any one of these beauty queens become an
outstanding actress.
Someone asked a film executive last
summer the reason for this. His reply was
brief: "It looks as though something more
is needed than a pretty face and a handsome figure to crash through in Hollywood." Perhaps the pretty girl, like the
handsome man, may rely heavily on outward beauty alone, neglecting the inner.
But, the "king's daughter is all glorious
Last summer I heard a charming lady,
Mrs. Lucelia Moore, speak before a university group who were studying deafness.
Mrs. Moore is deaf, but reads lips and has
dedicated her life to teaching the deaf to
read lips and to speak so that they will be
able to lead a fairly normal life with those
who hear well. She revealed that one of
the first things she tries to teach her deaf
students is to cultivate a "So what?"
"Mrs. Moore, it's hard for me to understand what people are saying."
"So what? In a little while you'll be
doing better."
"Mrs. Moore, I'm afraid people feel
sorry for me."
"So what?"
"Mrs. Moore, I'm having a hard time
to make myself understood."
"So what?"
Mrs. Moore had a lesson for me in that,
and a lesson for you.
"Other girls are much prettier than I."
"So what? The king's daughter is all
glorious within.' "
"The pretty girls are more popular."
"So what? 'Man looketh on the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh
on the heart.' "
"The pretty girls get more favors."
"'So what? The pretty girl is not responsible for her face at sixteen, but she
is at forty. Can you hold out for twenty
more years, forgetting to pity yourself
while you cultivate a beautiful heart,
which will, before long, shine through
and make the outside beautiful as well?"
The beautiful heart will he your passport to the new earth, where, as daughters of Eve, with beautiful new bodies to
go with the heart, you'll certainly look
like your mother. "Eve was not quite as
tall as Adam. Her head reached a little
below his shoulders. She, too, was noble—
perfect in symmetry, and very beautiful."
See what's ahead? Miss Universe will be
clear out of the running when compared
with you, if you are faithful.
Until that time I invite you, King's
daughter, to make this little prayer your
own: "I pray Thee, Lord, that I may be
beautiful, within."
ITH the gates of Londonderry
closed against the soldiers of
King James, the die had been
cast so far as the city was concerned. The next thing was to consider
what was best to be done. There was still
no indecision on the part of the youthful
leaders of this Irish revolt which had resulted in the refusal to admit the Redshanks.
Some of the apprentice boys who had
shut the gates, once more led by Henry
Campsie, hurried to the magazine to seize
it. They had observed that the deputy
mayor and the two officers of the Earl of
Antrim's regiment who had come to the
city earlier demanding lodging for the
troops and who still remained, together
with a number of Roman Catholics in the
city, had sent a party to secure it.
When the apprentice boys arrived at the
magazine, the sentinel, a Roman Catholic
named Linegar, no doubt bravely doing
his duty as he saw it, shot Henry Campsie,
wounding him in the arm. Campsie was
thus the first to shed his blood in the defense of Derry. Later, blood was to flow
in crimson streams on the walls and in the
streets before the city was finally saved.
The siege was on, and it lasted for seven
long months.
Preparations were made for resistance.
Supplies of arms and powder were procured from Holland and elsewhere. A
messenger was dispatched to London to
present the condition and resolution of
the people and to procure speedy relief.
Plans were also made for provisions to be
stored. As it was said:
"Thus all the town were at a vast expense!
In stores and money for the Town's defence."
"The country likewise gave a helping hand!
And with their forces did the foe withstand."
Among these were the people of Enniskillen in County Fermanagh, who were
also threatened by the Jacobite forces.
They also resolved on a policy of resistance and took as their slogan: "We stand
upon our guard, and do resolve by the
blessing of God rather to meet our danger
than expect [await] it." They waged a
campaign against King James's forces at
the same time as the citizens of Derry,
and their efforts too were crowned with
eventual triumph.
The Jacobite forces, having swept forward through the North, were making
for their two final objectives Londonderry
and Enniskillen, and were looking forward to another easy conquest as they approached the walls of the Maiden City,
as Derry was called.
Following them was King James, confidently expecting that the citizens, on
learning that he was approaching, would
give him a royal welcome. These expectations were doomed to disappointment. James was answered by the inhabitants with their war cry of "No surJULY 20, 1954
The besieged were finally reduced to eating rats, horseflesh,
dogs, cats, mice, tallow, and starch during
The Siege of
render," refused admission to the city,
and ignominiously chased from before its
The Jacobite army, reinforced from
time to time, and repeatedly urged by
James to take the city, which he was so
desperately anxious to overcome speedily,
lay before it for 105 days, unable to
breach its ramparts, because they were
defended by a resolute, proud, and unconquerable people.
An English expedition sent to their aid
failed in its mission, leaving it a city defended only by citizen soldiers who, deserted by many of those from whom they
expected leadership, banded themselves
together, and choosing their own leaders,
resolved to fight and never to surrender
under any circumstances.
In spite of unutterable hardships and
sufferings, these gallant and indomitable
men, and women too, defending all they
held 'most dear, their faith and their
homes, proved faithful to the end. For
some eight thousand of them this was to
mean death from wounds, disease, fever,
pestilence, ill-nourishment, cold, exposure,
lack of sleep, hunger, or famine, for no
people ever suffered more than the defenders of Derry during those agonizing
months, in the course of which they endured almost every human trial and tribulation save only defeat.
In May the enemy decided to erect a
boom across the river to prevent the relief
of the city from the sea, and this was constructed at the narrow part of the river at
Brook Hall. The boom was made of
timber, joined by iron chains and fortified
by a cable twelve-feet thick twisted round
it. To make assurance doubly sure, forts
were built on each bank of the river right
The walls of Londonderry are the most complete city walls existing in the British Isles. The
circuit of them is about a mile. The guns of the siege still remain in position at many places.
at the ends of the boom to prevent the
chains' being cut.
On June 15 two ships laden with provisions for Derry were sent from Glasgow,
Scotland. There were several debates
about going up to break the boom, but
nothing was resolved on. A council of
war was held. It was pointed out that the
enemy had blocked and secured the river,
and it was judged impracticable for the
ships to force a passage to Derry. The
decision was to stay till the relieving forces
were organized.
With the relief ships in the Foyle making no effort to reach the town, notwithstanding the high tides and favorable
winds for sailing to Londonderry, and
with provisions getting scarcer, the toll of
dead and dying steadily increasing, the
situation in the town became extremely
grave. The siege was pressed with confident fierceness in the third week of July,
inspired by the news of the terrible straits
to which the besieged people had been
reduced in the matter of provisions,
mortality, and sickness, and by the inaction of the fleet in not attempting to
force a passage of the river. But the hopes
of the Redshanks gave way to despair as
it became more and more apparent that
there were within the walls of Derry men
and women who were resolved to resist.
The greatest trial the besieged people
had to face was occasioned by the lack of
adequate provisions. For thousands there
was no place to sleep (the town was full
of refugees), and as the siege progressed,
fuel was exhausted and water became
more and more difficult to obtain, while
much of that which was available was
muddy. All this was intensified by the
exceptionally inclement weather that prevailed in the summer of 1689.
There was a severe system of food
rationing, and they had to eat food not
fit for human consumption: they were
finally reduced to eating rats, horseflesh,
dogs, cats, mice, tallow, starch—and these
sold for high prices. They came to the
place where they had nothing left unless
they could prey upon one another, and a
certain fat gentleman, thinking himself in
great danger, and fancying that several
of the garrison looked on him with a
greedy eye, thought fit to hide himself for
three days.
The sufferings of the people were intense. The huge multitude within the
walls were torn asunder and destroyed
in every part of the town by the enemy's
bombs. Death met them at every corner,
and even water could not be obtained
without hazard of life, for the wells were
outside the walls.
Great numbers were swept away daily
by the fever that raged in the city, occasioned by the bad food, ill lodgings,
and want of rest. They had to put up with
the stench and dismal sights, the noise of
cannon, the cries of the sick and wounded,
the continual fear of death or of famine, or
of falling into the enemy's hands. Hundreds lost their nearest relatives and
friends, whom they were not able to help,
and women were unable to support their
infants. At length the people died so fast
that room could scarcely be found to inter
them, even the back yards and gardens
were filled with graves, and some corpses
were thrown into cellars. Still those remaining did not give in.
On July 28 the ships Dartmouth,
Mountjoy, and Phoenix got under way.
It was Sunday evening, and Governor
Walker preached in the cathedral. Confident that God would not, after miraculously preserving the city so long, suffer
the besieged to be a prey to their enemies,
he encouraged the people and stressed the
great importance it was to the Protestant
religion that they should stand firm, and
'assured them that God would at last deliver them. About an hour after the
sermon they saw the ships coming.
Captain Browning, who owned and
commanded the Mountjoy, was a native
of Londonderry, and he eagerly volunteered to take the first risk of succoring
his fellow citizens. It was agreed that he,
leading the vanguard, should run with
full sail against the boom in order to break
it. The crimson flag on the Cathedral
steeple had flown once or twice to let the
fleet see the distress the besieged were in,
as much as to tell them that if they came
not now, the wind blowing fair, they
might as well stay away forever.
When the Mountjoy struck the boom,
she recoiled and ran ashore on the right
bank. This caused distress and despair to
the besieged as they anxiously watched
events on the river from the city's ramparts, but their spirits rose again as they
saw the Mountjoy refloated, the result of
the shock caused by the firing of her guns,
and get clear with the help of the rising
tide. The Mountjoy then crashed through
the shattered boom, and the Phoenix also
forced her way past it.
The Mountjoy brought with her the
body of her gallant commander. He had
been fatally struck by a bullet on the head
as he stood upon the deck with his sword
drawn, encouraging his men with great
cheerfulness. He died on the spot. He
never heard the acclamations of the
famished garrison as the little ship and
her consorts drew to the shore laden with
provisions. He never received the blessings of the fainting mothers of Derry, but
perhaps he realized in his last moments
that the deed was done and Derry was
These men and women of Derry were
fighting for their religion and their
homes. They said "No surrender"—no
surrender of their ideals and no compromising in the matter of their faith.
They put their whole trust in God and
He failed them not nor did He forsake
These scenes in Londonderry show (left to right) the Guildhall with Shipquay Gate in the foreground, Bishop's Gate, and the Walker Monument.
THERE'S a fellow
that will go places!
No question about
it. Bob is the most
popular man on the
campus. Somebody
will grab him up for
a good position the
minute he's through.
You know, Bob
hasn't really made
up his mind yet. Only a sophomore. He'd
make a fine doctor—or minister. Or even
a lawyer, with his gift of speech. He'd
succeed anywhere. He just has a way of
getting along with people, getting them
to see things his way.
Now Jim? Yes, Jim is popular too, most
of the time. Friendly—loves people. Can
talk them into most anything. Just one
thing. If Jim has a conviction that a thing
is right or wrong, he won't budge. And he
doesn't care if it moves him down a few
notches on the popularity scale. In spite
of that, he's without question one of the
most popular campus men. He'll go
Yes, Bob and Jim will go places. Bob
and Jim have been enrolled in college and
graduated, all over the country, under
many different names. And now they're
going places. Let's watch!
Dr. Bob is still popular. He has a big
practice, a fine home. His patients like
him. He always says the right thing, always gives them something or other that
makes them feel better right now. And
he never scolds his patients—takes them
as they are without trying to reform them.
Now and then a patient detects a trace of
impatience or lack of interest, but doctors.
are busy men.
Dr. Jim isn't quite so spectacular. He
has a good practice. But he loses a patient
now and then—one who wants to be constantly doped with drugs that Dr. Jim,
without diplomacy, insists are causing
more troubles than they cure. Or one who
doesn't want to be told he shouldn't
smoke. And those, of course, who say it's
none of the doctor's business what they
eat. But most of his patients love him.
They know they can call him day or
night. They like the security of knowing
they can bank on what he says. They like
him for saying he doesn't know when he
doesn't know.
Bob as a minister seems to be making
quite a record. He 18 promoted at regular
intervals to larger responsibility. He gets
cooperation wherever he goes. He's a good
mixer. As popular as ever, he never rubs
the wrong way. Folks like his sermons.
They make them feel so sort of comfortable, as if they're really not doing so
bad after all. He never scolds or lectures,
knows when to keep quiet on controversial issues. In short, he never steps on
anybody's toes, manages to agree with
everybody. Still popular, his churches are
well filled. He brings in glowing financial
JULY 20, 1954
All graduates look much alike as they are awarded their degrees and enter upon their chosen lifework. Will those who have been popular in school be the most likely to succeed in a profession?
What about the spiritual condition of
Bob's churches? Well, at least the people
like their pastor. He never disturbs them,
never upsets their way of life. So they keep
Jim as a minister has quite a different
record. There's no question about his
popularity and his success with most of
the people. He loves every one of them.
And they know it. They know they can
call him, count on his prayers and help
and counsel, day or night. He's their
But Jim's sermons. Well, they don't
always make his people feel comfortable.
They aren't always as cheering as they
might be. Often they make his congregation feel that they stand as sinners before God, needing a Saviour. Often he
points out wrongs that need to be righted.
And people react in very different ways
to sermons like that. Some find God, find
their way into a new and transformed life.
They are deeply grateful to their pastor.
But some, always some, don't like
straight preaching. They can't take it.
They look at the ceiling while he
preaches, or they go to another church.
Or they complain that the pastor scolds,
or talks too long, or just doesn't get along
with people.
Yes, Jim is just like he was in college.
He's popular with people. He loves them.
And they love him. But he still won't
budge an inch on principle, no matter
what it costs.
Bob as a lawyer is doing right well. He
speaks eloquently, makes a good impression. And he has countless opportunities
in his profession to witness for his Lord
and his church. Of course he's too busy
sometimes to take advantage of these opportunities, but on Sabbaths he makes it
up. He's elder of the church, gives excellent Sabbath school lesson reviews. Incidentally, he can help you with all the
angles on your income tax.
Jim as a lawyer is doing well too. He
speaks with an earnestness and sincerity
that do much to win his case. He feels that
being a lawyer is much like being a minister. So many troubled hearts sit across
from his desk. Now and then he makes
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Flag Unfurled
Young Herbert Blomstedt is already among the foremost Swedish conductors. He has a marked ability to inspire the musicians he directs. Best of all, Herbert is a loyal Seventh-day Adventist.
RILLI ANT ! Sensational! Inspiring!"—so said the musical critics
in fourteen Swedish newspapers
recently concerning Herbert
Blomstedt, a Seventh-day Adventist youth
of Stockholm.
On February 4, Herbert broke into the
musical life of Sweden when he conducted
the Stockholm Symphony Orchestra in
the crowded Concert Hall. It set the musical world of Sweden talking. The newspaper Aftonbladet reported:
"Herbert Blomstedt was the thrill of
the evening, yes, why not—the sensation.
. . . The packed house greeted the guest
conductor and the soloist with a storm of
applause. Herbert Blomstedt is already
among our foremost Swedish conductors,
if not even the foremost. A red-letter day
in the history of the Symphony. Besides
the everywhere highly praised musical
knowledge and artistic merits, which
Herbert Blomstedt has shown himself to
possess, he has a marked ability not only
to inspire the musicians, but actually to
hypnotize the audience who sit as if in a
Best of all, Herbert is a loyal Seventhday Adventist. His father, Pastor Blomstedt, is the respected leader of our Voice
of Prophecy work in Sweden, and his
mother, a gifted musician, has had a
strong influence in the development of
her son's musical talents as well as his
religious principles. Herbert has unfurled
his flag, and the musical world knows of
his unswerving allegiance to his religious
The Svenska Morgonbladet of February
5, had this headline: "Sabbath Commandment Hinders Artist From Signing Advantageous Contracts." It was a report of
an interview with Herbert, who said: "I
am a Seventh-day Adventist and cannot
work on Saturdays with rehearsals and
the like, and cannot give concerts on Friday nights. I cannot be untrue to my convictions. I do not covet success, but I am
nevertheless happy over the success I have
had. My Christian faith has buoyed me
up in many difficult experiences and, of
course, I cannot compromise in such
things which to me are a matter of conscience."
Another paper stated: "Herbert Blomstedt is an unusual person in more than
one way. He is a Seventh-day Adventist,
which has several times created unusual
problems for him. Blomstedt is (as is
his father, Adolf Blomstedt, and the whole
family) a Seventh-day Adventist. The
Sabbath for him comes on Saturday. Several years ago his written state examination came on his Sabbath. Herbert had to
sit locked up all day long in the school
garret until finally, after sundown, he
could take hold of the task which his classmates already had finished during the
I had the privilege of attending
Herbert's second concert in the Stockholm
Concert Hall recently. He conducted the
Symphony Orchestra to the pianoforte accompaniment of Shura Cherkassky, one
of Europe's greatest pianists.
Behind this concert was a story that
thrilled me. It was held on a Sunday
night. Cherkassky had sent word that he
wanted two rehearsals, one Friday and
the other Saturday. Herbert had replied
that it was impossible for him to rehearse
with the orchestra on Saturday. It looked
as though the concert might be canceled.
On a previous Sabbath morning I had
met Herbert at -our church, for on the
Sabbath day he takes an active part in the
young people's meetings and the Sabbath
services. He asked me to pray for him
that the Lord would overrule. He said
confidently, "Something will happen, I
know it will."
Next day he met me with a smile, saying, "Something has happened. Although
Cherkassky had appointments elsewhere,
he has replied that he will now arrive on
Thursday and we shall have our rehearsal
before the Sabbath.
God longs for the love and witness of
our talented youth. He has need of faithful representatives in the musical and
cultural circles of our countries. Speaking
to such youth, God's servant says, "Balanced by religious principles you may rise
to any height you please."
Like Joseph, Esther, and Daniel, they
will by their faith and their devotion to
high religious principles, proclaim the
truth among a class of people not usually
As I watched Herbert conducting so
brilliantly that Sunday night, I thanked
God for his loyal and humble heart and
lifted a prayer that the Great Musician
would keep him so, and use his witness
to bring a knowledge of present truth to
those whom he is now able to influence.
R A F?
Montego Bay MV Rally
By A. M. Dwyer, R.N.
They came from east, west, north, and
south to the Seventh-day Adventist Temple in Montego Bay, Jamaica, British
West Indies. It was MV Rally weekend.
After a lively song service D. H.
Baasch, Inter-American Division Missionary Volunteer secretary, gave the keynote message, and the evening was climaxed by a reconsecration service.
On Sabbath morning at 9:15 we again
gathered for the Sabbath school song
service. High lights of the hour were the
review by Pastor A. C. Stockhausen,"Pastor Baasch's story, and the lesson study
by M. J. Sorenson. We were all greatly
blessed after having listened to each
L. A. Skinner, of the General Conference Missionary Volunteer Department, was the speaker at the eleven
o'clock worship hour. Surely the Spirit
of God was present. We felt reluctant to
leave the mount to come back down to
earth after having seen the glory of the
The topic for the 3 P.M. hour was Outpost Evangelism. During this period our
leaders taught us how to do more effective
missionary work. And by placing Christ
above all we pledged ourselves to do all
we can for the finishing of the gospel
work in this generation.
On Sunday we especially enjoyed the
workshop hour in the new Harrison's
Memorial School. It was directed by L. A.
Skinner, D. H. Baasch, A. R. Haig, and
H. Fletcher.
The object of the MV Kit was made
clear to us, with its invaluable help to the
society, and all the high points to make
each of us better MV leaders.
This is 1:30 P.M., and Pastor B. Hurst,
publishing secretary for the British West
Indies Union, and his co-workers are on
the platform. Without the printed page
we would be powerless in sharing our
The candidates for investiture came
forward during the three o'clock meeting
—two Companions and three Master
'Guides. The Master Guides of the Montego Bay church, seventeen of them all
dressed in their regalia, were right behind
-the candidates.
A. M. Dwyer presented the candidates,
Pastor Fletcher examined them, and Pastor Haig gave the charge. The insignia
-were presented, and then the candidates
JULY 20, 1954
formed a circle as Pastor Baasch offered
the consecration prayer.
The church was overcrowded for the
Sunday evening service. Many were standing on the outside. It was very hot, but we
were there to enjoy a feast of good things.
Could it be true that this was nearly the
end of our rally?
Elder Skinner was the evening's
speaker. His appeal was Spirit endued,
and we pledged our allegiance to God.
By God's help we have volunteered for
service, to do all we can to help others and
to finish the work in this generation.
Alert to Truth
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She was sure that I
foevtik 'a ed
that she convinced me.
an opening that had occurred that morn•ing. She could report for work Monday.
My work was to hire, supervise training, and discharge. Monday morning I
assigned Miss Wilson a difficult job requiring speed, concentration, and instant
judgment. Never before had anyone
learned so quickly or acquired such
efficiency in so brief a time. In a few days
she had surpassed the girl who was to
train her. She advanced rapidly both in
salary and responsibility.
In the girls' lounge I kept a reading
rack well filled with Adventist literature.
When passing through at lunchtime I
would often see Miss Wilson avidly reading a Signs or YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR. One
day after several months she asked me
why I went to church on Saturday. Some
of the girls had informed her that that was
the reason I did not work the half day
Saturday as others did. I explained briefly
and gave her some reading matter on the
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By Gloria H. Faythe
She was a tall attractively dressed young
woman. She stood at the door of my office
respectfully waiting for my attention.
Busy, as personnel and training manager,
cleaning the last-minute details of a hectic
Friday from my desk, I had not noticed
her at first.
She asked for work.
I told her regretfully that the response
to the ad in the Sunday paper had been
overwhelming and our quota was filled.
She had no previous business experience,
she was too young, she was too late.
To most this answer would have been
sufficient, but not to Miss Wilson. She
listened politely and then started talking.
She talked interestingly, confidently, in-
Above: The three Master Guides and one Companion invested recently at Montego Bay, Jamaica. Below: This fine group of Master Guides, in their regalia, assisted in the investiture service.
It was sundown when* the party rounded the last mountain
and came in sight of the village. People stared with curiosity at
the first white woman who had ever ridden into their town.
Jungles of
March 6.—This was the day we had
been looking forward to for many
months! For weeks I had been pondering
over the strange names on our itinerary
and wondering what this trip would be
like. This morning we left Tuxtla Gutierrez, the capital of the state of Chiapas in
southern Mexico, in a rented car. A few
miles up in the mountains we left the
Pan American highway and took a gravel
Our first stop was in the village of
Soya16, and our purpose was to see a tiny
metal image, just a little head with a Joanof-Arc haircut. The people in the town reportedly found it in a cave where they
claim to have heard its voice one evening.
The little image, given' the name of
The quetzal, national bird of Guatemala, is an
emblem of freedom.
San Miguelito, is not kept in the town's
church, but in a private home, a two-room
house with dirt floors. In the first room
candles were burning before a large image
of San Miguel and men were kneeling on
the floor before it. In the second room
we found four men busy at typewriters
answering San Miguelito's mail, for the
little image receives thousands of letters
from all parts of the world, asking his
advice on every detail of life—and enclosing checks for the keepers!
San Miguelito himself was in a small
wooden box decorated with artificial
flowers. At seven every evening his
keepers have an interview with him, asking him the questions received in the day's
mail and consulting him concerning the
problems of the village people.
We don't know the explanation of this
mystery—perhaps ventriloquism or spiritism, but we wanted to see San Miguelito,
for he once helped one of our colporteurs
sell a book! The Adventist was canvassing
the owner of the image, but the man said
he couldn't buy a book without the permission of San Miguelito.
"Ask him," said the colporteur.
"All right," agreed the owner; "you
explain it to him." So the colporteur stood
in front of the little wooden box and gave
his canvass to the image. A voice was
heard saying, "I have nothing against it,"
and the sale was made.
The views of mountain valleys were
lovely as we climbed higher up, and the
air was fresh and cool, though we were in
the tropics. It was dinnertime when
we came to the end of the road in Rincon
Chamula, which means Chamula Corner.
The picturesquely dressed Indians of this
section of the mountains are the Cha-
mulas. All our equipment was unloaded
on the ground from the rented car, which
returned. We were happy to see the mules
and the men who had come to meet us
from the church in Pantepec. After a bit
of lunch the guides loaded the pack mules
with our bedrolls, . my accordion, our
cameras, our necessary books and kindergarten materials, a box of canned food for
any emergency, and too many miscellaneous little bags.
There were five in our party today:
Ben Maxson, the mission superintendent,
an American friend, my husband, his
secretary Manuel, and I. The three guides
had left Pantepec before four in the morning and had been waiting for us some
time in Rincon Chamula. They guided the
pack mules and trudged over the terrible
mountain trails barefoot as we rode, and
I believe they reached here less tired than
We rounded some mountains, coming
out on the Atlantic side, where the rain
clouds sweep up from the Gulf and keep
the jungle a moist dark green. Taking a
short cut that went straight up a mountain
and then straight down the slippery, rocky
trail on the other side, we came into the
Black Forest, a tropical cloud forest full
of tall jungle trees draped with graceful
lianas. The clouds rushed past overhead.
I put on and took off my sweater repeatedly as we rode through alternate
clouds and sunshine.
There were round, giant leaves as
broad as our outstretched arms could
span. "What kind of leaves are they?"
I asked our guides. "We don't know the
name of them," they laughed, "but they
are very useful. They are the poor man's
umbrella." The hillsides were draped with
all kinds of ferns. Especially lovely were
the big tree ferns with their cinnamoncolored buds shaped like the neck of a
violin and almost as large.
If this was the dry season, I wondered
how the mules ever navigated the trails
when it was really the wet season. On
level stretches the mud was deep and had
been worn into a deep corduroy effect by
the constant passing of mules. The
troughs were full of at least two feet of
dirty water. At first I was inclined to
guide my mule near the edge, where
there was less mud, but the men told me
it was dangerous to stay on the edge of
the precipice, where it was slippery, so
I let Cricket plunge clomp, clomp, clomp
into the troughs of mud with all four feet.
The forest was too dark and deep to
see birds as I had hoped, but I did enjoy
hearing the slate-colored solitaire, Mexico's
best songbird, according to my taste. Its
flutelike song is reminiscent of a thrush's,
whose cousin it is.
It was sundown when we rounded the
last mountain and could see the village
of Pantepec below us at the head of a
canyon surrounded by hills. Villagers
gazed with curiosity at the first American
woman who had ever ridden into their
town. We stumbled from our mules and
fell into the string hammocks offered us.
A few minutes served to limber up stiff
knees, and I was able to find a dark corner
where I could change from my riding
skirt and shirt into a dress for the evening
Sitting on a bench with no back, I
played the accordion till my arms ached.
Now we were ready for bed. We were
glad for our air mattresses, for the beds
here are just frames, with no springs at
March 7.—A busy Sabbath day. Manuel
and I taught the children in the house
where we are staying, for there is no children's room at the church across the
street. We put planks over boxes to make
room for them all. They were delighted
with the lovely pictures we had to show
them and with the new songs. "Why don't
you stay in Pantepec," they pleaded shyly,
"and teach us every week?"
In the afternoon I slipped away for a
short walk, back over the trail on which
we had entered the village. I was rewarded with a white-winged tanager, a
new bird for my list, which now consists
of about five hundred as a life list, three
hundred of which I have seen in Mexico.
March 8.—Today we had a beautiful
ride, mostly through a deciduous forest of
chestnut oaks and tanbark oaks where
wild begonias were growing in the shady
nooks. We came to a deep canyon where
a rushing river and waterfall could be
heard far below. Up into the higher
mountains we followed this canyon and
finally came out on a grassy meadow
where the village of Tapalapa is. Here
the mud and bamboo huts cluster around
the ruins of an enormous old monastery.
JULY 20, 1954
One of the surprises of this trip was finding old Catholic churches way back here
in the mountains. I hadn't realized the
Spanish conquest had been so complete
in so short a time. Behind the village rose
rocky cliffs and wooded mountain peaks,
and in front was a view of endless hills
and valleys.
One of the thatched huts had been set
aside just for us. There were pine needles
on the floor of our "hotel" as well as in
the church.
We climbed down a steep mountain
canyon for a bath in a stream, and then
were ready for our dinner. It was fun
to see the Indian women carrying our
food from the hut where they cook it to
the hut where we stayed. They formed
quite a procession, carrying our rice,
beans, tortillas, and corn coffee. The
women here dress in a homespun tight
wrap-around skirt tied on with a coarse
red woolen sash. They wear a loose flowing blouse, go barefoot, and have their
black hair hanging down their backs in
In the afternoon the mission superintendent asked me to talk to the women
in the church while the men had an outdoor meeting. Every woman came with a
baby at her breast, wrapped in a wool
scarf. They were all Zoqui Indians, and
there wasn't a woman there who knew
enough Spanish to translate for me, so we
had to have a man come in for that. "You
live in a beautiful place," I told them,
"and God wants you to be clean and
healthy and to have healthy children."
Then I talked to them, in very simple
language, about the most elementary ideas
of sanitation. Some of my foreign ideas
seemed to amuse them, as well as the
translator, very much, but they were
happy and friendly.
March 9.—Of course I was up early to
see the birds in this new paradise. When
I came back to the village for breakfast
I was happy to find that my husband had
ordered two mules saddled for us, so we
could have a little ride back into the
mountain forest. That is the time and the
place to see the gorgeous quetzals with
their long-flowing tail feathers. The
quetzal is the national bird of Guatemala,
the emblem' of freedom (because it will
not live in captivity), and one of the
world's most beautiful birds. But they are
secretive and live in the deep forest. By
the time we got out of the village a crowd
of happy little boys was following us, and
I knew there was no chance of even
glimpsing the swaying of a long quetzal
As we were riding down a steep trail
my mule jumped from one stone to
another, and the loose saddle and I gently
rolled into the only mud on the trail. I
found myself in a very narrow spot, looking up at the mule's belly above me. My
husband says he was torn between a
terrible desire to stop and get a picture
and a fear that the mule might step on
me. Fortunately love won out, and he
came to my rescue quickly. If he had only
known that Cricket would stand perfectly
still, he would have taken that picture
On the way back to the village I
dropped behind the rest to be alone and
see the birds better. A sudden flight of a
hummer revealed its tiny nest right beside
the path. I came back to get a close-up of
the delicate nest with its two eggs, and
while focusing the camera, was thrilled to
have the bird come, sit on the nest only
three feet away, and insist on being in the
picture. This hummingbird was another
new one for my list, a green-violet ear.
This afternoon Pastor Camerena inTo page 23
As we visited the various groups of Adventists back in the jungles of southern Mexico we were
always well provided for by the Dorcas ladies. They refused payment, but we left an offering.
of Side Tracks
F A person obeyed the suggestion of
every roadside advertisement, there
is no telling what the drastic results
would be. And, if a person ignored
every roadside sign, the results might be
even more drastic. But these thoughts
were not bothering young Lester Wickes
as he and his life companion sped along
the straight desert highway.
For many hundreds of miles they had
been fascinated by the vastness of the
great Western desert. On every side, 'as
far as the eye could see, were barren, sunbaked hills and plains. Sagebrush and
jack rabbits were about the only things
that could survive on that arid wasteland.
The day before had been one of those
days that make travel worth while. In the
morning they had visited the famous
temple square of Salt Lake City. They
had looked at the great gray temple while
a friendly Mormon guide told stories of
the old pioneers and the hardships of
earlier days. They had entered the Tabernacle, built without a nail, which has
such perfect acoustic properties that the
slightest sound on the rostrum can be
heard at the very back of the building.
They had listened to the mighty pipe organ, built by an Australian, as it was
They had visited the famous temple square of Salt Lake City. Then they headed across the desert.
played for the whole country on a coast-tocoast radio network.
Then in the afternoon, as the temperature was rising to well over 100°, they had
driven out to the lake itself. The experience of floating on water without being
able to sink would be fascinating to anyone. For a long time they bobbed about
like corks, held up by the mineral content of the water. It had been a good day,
a day well spent.
But today they were on the road again;
the heat was almost unbearable; and they
chuckled together as they read a number
of roadside signs, one of which read, "Sagebrush is free, stuff your trunk full." Other
signs were in abundance, and reading
them was a tiring pastime. Consequently
they did not observe very closely a little
notice that appeared again and again. It
said, "Do not turn off onto desert side
Toward the latter part of the afternoon
Lester was growing very weary and
hungry when up ahead he sighted a
number of shady green trees. As he and
his wife approached they saw that nearby
was a little clear stream. This was the
perfect place for a picnic lunch and muchneeded rest. A turn of the wheel took
them off the highway and down to the
green grass and shade.
Soon they were out stretching, yawning,
and relaxing, but in less time than it
takes you to read this sentence they were
back in the car, winding up the windows
as fast as the handles would turn. That
perfect little spot in the desert was also a
perfect breeding ground for mosquitoes.
Thousands of them were swarming all
about the fast-closing windows.
With one objective in mind Lester
started up the motor and began to back
out, but a car heavy with luggage—every
conceivable space inside full, a luggage
basket on top, and a full trailer behind—
is not easy to move on a sandy desert. The
wheels gave a spin or two, and there the
couple were, mosquitoes and all, with
the car up to the axle in the sand.
Now a saucepan can be a very useful
thing. But whoever heard of using one as
an excavator? After two hours of standing
almost on his head fighting a losing battle
against mosquitoes and sand, Lester, followed by his wife, climbed into the car,
said good night, and slept till morning.
When they awoke after a long sound
sleep, Lester made his way up to the highway to try to get help. But he was dirty
and unshaven. Passers-by thought he was
a tramp and paid no attention to his
frantic efforts to stop them. At long last
a farmer on a tractor came chugging
down the road, and without a word he
hooked a chain to the marooned auto and
pulled it out onto safe, hard ground.
Naturally he was rewarded well, and as
he drove off he turned and said, "Beware
of side tracks, young fellow; they're
Are you like Lester?
clean: from all your filthiness, and from a
# a new spirit
cleanse you. A new heart al3o will I give yo
will I put within you: and I will take away tke
of your flesh, and I will give you an heart of flesh. An, I w:
put my spirit within you, and cause you to walk in my statutes,
and ye shall keep my judgments, and do them."
8. What "family trait" will I have? (1 John 2:29.)
"If ye know that he is righteous, ye know that every one that
doeth righteousness is born of him."
The New Birth
9. What is a sign that I have been born again? (1 John
"Whosoever is born of God doth not commit sin; for his seed
remaineth in him: and he cannot sin, because he is born of God."
MEMORY GEM: "Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except
a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God"
( John 3:3).
THINK IT OVER: Years ago, on one of the islands of the Pacific
Ocean, a missionary preached to the people on the commandment,
"Thou shalt not steal." He said if they had stolen anything they
should return it to the owners. The following day the missionary
found his house surrounded by the people bringing back their
stolen goods. They said, "We have not been able to sleep all
night. These things we have brought with us are stolen goods."
They returned them to the rightful owners. A noble example of
conversion. The new birth changes people.
1. What is the sure result of sin? (Rom. 5:12, last part.)
"And so death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned."
2. What is the sad condition of every one living on this
earth? (Rom. 3:23.)
"For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God."
3. What distressing situation am I in? (Eph. 2:12.)
"That at that time ye were without Christ, being aliens from
the commonwealth of Israel, and strangers from the covenants of
Promise, having no hope, and without God in the world."
4. What bitter cry came from the lips of Paul when he
realized his condition? (Rom. 7:24.)
"0 wretched man that I am! who shall deliver me from the
body of this death?"
5. (a) Realizing his wretched condition, what prayer did
the publican offer? (Luke 18:13.)
"And the publican, standing afar off, would not lift up so
much as his eyes unto heaven, but smote upon his breast, saying,
God be merciful to me a sinner."
(b) What was David's earnest plea? (Ps. 51:7-10.)
"Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: wash me, and
I shall be whiter than snow. Make me to hear joy and gladness;
that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice. Hide thy face
from my sins, and blot out all mine iniquities. Create in me a
clean heart, 0 God; and renew a right spirit within me."
6. Since death is the portion of every sinner, how can
I hope to live again? ( John 3:3.)
"Jesus answered and said unto him, Verily, verily, I say unto
thee, Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom
of God."
NOTE.—"The change of heart by which we become children
of God is in the Bible spoken of as birth."—Steps to Christ, p. 71.
7. What does God promise to do for me? (Eze. 36:25-27.)
10. What change takes place in my life? (2 Cor. 5:17.)
"Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old
things are passed away; behold, all things are become new."
NOTE.—"Through the power of Christ men and women have
broken the chains of sinful habit. They have renounced selfishness. The profane have become reverent, the drunken sober, the
profligate pure. Souls that have borne the likeness of Satan have
become transformed into the image of •God. This change is in
itself the miracle of miracles "—Acts of the Apostles, p. 476.
11. How long will the new life last? (1 Peter 1:23.)
"Being born again, not of corruptible seed, but of incorruptible,
by the word of God, which liveth and abideth for ever."
12. Will my spiritual birthday be on as definite a date
as my natural birthday? ( John 3:7, 8.)
"Marvel not that I said unto thee, Ye must be born again. The
wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou Nearest the sound thereof,
but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is
every one that is born of the Spirit."
NOTE.—"A person may not be able to tell the exact time or
place, or to trace all the circumstances in the process of conversion;
but this does not prove him to be unconverted. By an agency as
unseen as the wind, Christ is constantly working upon the heart.
Little by little, perhaps unconsciously to the receiver, impressions
are made that tend to draw the soul to Christ. These may be
received through meditating upon Him, through reading the
Scriptures, or through hearing the word from the living preacher.
Suddenly, as the Spirit comes with more direct appeal, the soul
gladly surrenders itself to Jesus."—Th e Desire of Ages, p. 172.
13. (a) What was the mind of Christ? (Luke 22:42,
last part.)
"Nevertheless not my will, but thine, be done."
In Earth's great cathedral I sit musing
As the thunderous overtones roll.
Now major, now minor, the organ notes peal
In the tremulous pipes of my soul.
The coolness, the shadows, the sunbeams astray,
Whisper calm in my soul, stilling strife.
The Master, from joys and from bitterest pain,
Is composing the symphony of my life.
'Then will I sprinkle clean water upon you, and ye shall be
JULY 20, 1954
(b) What mind, or disposition, am I . admonished to
have? (Phil. 2:5.)
"Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus."
14. What is expected of me when I have the mind of
Christ? (Micah 6:8.)
"He hath chewed thee, 0 man, what is good; and what doth
the Lord require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy,
and to walk humbly with thy God?"
15. What joyous experience is mine after the new birth?
(Gal. 5:22, 23.)
"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering,
gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance: against such
there is no law."
NOTE.—"When the Spirit of God takes possession of the
heart, it transforms the life. Sinful thoughts are put away, evil
deeds are renounced; love, humility, and peace take the place of
anger, envy, and strife. Joy takes the place of sadness, and the
countenance reflects the light of heaven "—The Desire. of Ages,
p. 173.
7coefet Za4ed
HE pickup truck whined as
it ground around sharp
curves and ascended the
steep roadway that skirted
breathtaking drops.
"Oh! a bear, a bear!" screamed the
boys and girls, with the girls taking the
leading role.
Certainly we were not more surprised
than the big brown beast was as he
pulled himself up onto the road, paused
for one short instant to stare at the truck
with its screaming cargo, then rapidly
waddled into the protecting underbrush
above the road.
As suddenly as the change of pictures
upon a screen the green waters of Twin
Lakes lay before us, nestled in the lap
of jagged mountains whose summits
played with the clouds, which were reflected in the cold, pure water.
On a grassy plateau overlooking the
lakes the units pitched camp. Tents were
appreciated, for the wind of the high
altitude had a tingle of winter in it. And
when in the middle of the night the director was rudely awakened by a chorus
of girls shouting "bear," he found the
frost-covered ground rather shocking to
bare feet. Incidentally, the "bear" was
in the form of a mouse that had knocked
a can over as it scurried across the makeshift table.
Sabbath school was not prolonged because of the inefficiency of a campfire in
warming both sides at the same time.
But such a Sabbath school held in the
alpine meadows with great walls of solid
rock surrounding cannot soon be forgotten. It must have been in just such a
cathedral that the Waldenses of long
ago met to preserve the truths we cherish.
The morning was concluded by a walk
to Lone Jack Mine. All the way we
marveled at the great upheavals of na16
Read John 3 : 1-21.
cure in this wild Cascade country in the
Pacific Northwest. As we started up the
rock dump at the foot of the old mine a
little weasel poked his nose out from
under a rock and peered at us. We
"froze." The little creature came closer
and closer until he was within a few
feet of us. His beady black eyes sparkled
and his nose twitched as he sat up and
peered inquisitively.
After dinner and ,rest period some of
us went to another abandoned mine
while the others remained behind to talk
with visitors who had arrived. Alpine
flowers hemmed the
that seemed to
be leading us to the
the clouds. At last it
broke over a saddle and started down
to the mine, and better yet, to huge
patches of dwarf blueberries.
At vespers around the campfire we saw
the sun paint pictures subduing and
softening the rugged mountains, wrapping them in pastel shades, and bathing
their reflections in the tinted lakes.
The sun may set. Such events may have
their end. But in the files of memory and
in the art galleries of the inner self such
events and scenes can never fade and
Every one of the boys and girls on the weekend outing enjoyed the adventures at Twin Lakes.
HE had a mole on her cheek, right
under the left eye, and another
one just below her right shoulder.
The mole on the cheek meant, so
the belief went, that she would be shedding tears; and the mole on the shoulder
meant that she would be a burden bearer,
just as Jesus bore the cross on His shoulder. Superstition? fate? coincidence?
Whichever it was, she seemed early
marked for a life of problems, of hardship, of sorrow, of sacrifice.
Elisea's childhood was not too pleasant.
Her mother had been married once before, and had a child by this first marriage. All favor centered on this daughter.
Elisea early learned that her stepsister
must have the best food, must have the
lion's share in everything, must always be
given the preference. The other children
might not eat till this stepsister was already satisfied.
Elisea used to walk to and from the
Philippine normal school to attend classes;
or else a rich uncle, who looked upon her
with special favor, would give her carfare
so she could ride the streetcar. After two
years of this she graduated from the
regular course. That was in 1906; she was
not yet seventeen.
Her maidenhood! One glowing spot in
her life she could look back to with
pleasure and satisfaction! Just as the sunset, with all its gorgeous hues, displays its
varicolored splendor in the western skies,
then slowly fades over the horizon to give
way to the coming darkness, her maidenhood was the roseate spot in her life,
which was but to give way to suffering
later on.
"Let it not be said," so her mother
philosophized, "that my daughter wanted
to get married just to escape an unhappy
maidenhood." So, she didn't have to do
the washing; Mother did that. She didn't
have to do the cooking; Mother attended
to that. When she came home from school
and some young people might be waiting
for her, she was free to join them. She had
a good supply of clothes—bought by
JULY 20, 1954
She had invitations aplenty. No birthday party, no baptism, no fiesta, no society,
was complete without her. The young
people would congregate in her home and
wait till she was ready. She was popular,
sought after, looked up to, for was she
not the first in that big community to
graduate from the normal school? And
so young too? She was someone!
Elisea taught in the San Nicolas elementary school for one year, then transferred to Meisic elementary school the
next. Here she met the man destined to
become her life companion.
.Both of them were teachers. Since they
lived in the same locality, it seemed
natural that they should go home together
after school. And even when she was
transferred to the Paco intermediate
school, he would do the correcting of
papers for her.
Her mother did not favor this young
man. Others who seemed more worthy
and deserving were hoping for Elisea's
hand. But when this particular young
man sought not only the young woman's
favor but her mother's favor too, all defenses were, broken down.
There was a wedding, a typical highchurch wedding. Though the young man
was a Protestant, it could not be otherwise. The young woman's family would
not have allowed it, especially her father,
who had earlier studied for the priesthood.
So the young man had to go through the
three announcements of the wedding,
make confession to the priest the day before the wedding, and be wed to his bride
in the inner sanctum of the altar of the
local church.
After a year or so a child came to bless
their home. However, the blessing was
short lived. One day the child was toddling along, holding on to the chairs as
he went.. Then—it happened so quickly
—the child's hand slipped, and he fell
backward, first to a sitting position, then
hitting the floor with his head.
For forty-two days the infant was in a
coma. The suspense and anxiety were
painful. Death mercifully claimed the
baby at last.
The young mother seemed unable to
believe it. For about a week after that she
would hurry home from school, fully expecting her baby and her husband to be
waiting for her at the window of their
home. Then, when she neared the familiar
spot and looked, the window was stark
and empty. The painful thought would
stab her: "Oh, there's no one to wait for
me anymore!" And her body would feel
limp and weak.
A second child was born to the couple,
a daughter this time. Happy? yes, if but
to assuage their grief over their first-born.
But even this happiness was dampened
by a discovery they made about this second child. It happened when the child
was about a year old. Luming, Elisea's
sister, came to stay with them.
One day the child began to cry. Luming, thinking the child hungry, proceeded
Though tragedy seemed to fill her life, Elisea and
her children have been faithful light bearers.
to prepare milk for her. As she beat the
fork against the sides of the bowl she
purposely let it make noise, so the child
would hear it and stop crying in anticipation of the food to come. But the infant
continued to cry. Luming was suspicious.
"Maybe this child is deaf," she thought.
She decided to test the child's hearing.
She came behind the infant, milk bottle in hand. The child still was not conscious of her presence. But when Luming
gently thrust the milk bottle against the
infant's cheek, the baby quickly turned
and sucked hungrily, eagerly, at the
bottle. So the child was deaf indeed!
Through the years that followed, when
the couple would hear of any possibility
by which the child's hearing might be
restored, they would go hopefully, only
to be disappointed.
The darkness was gathering in Elisea's
life. Midnight was coming on.
Shortly after Elisea had married, her
husband became interested in the teachings of Adventists. Pastor L. V. Finster
would come every Tuesday, accompanied
by Mr. Roxas or someone else, to give
Bible studies. Elisea would listen 'in, but
was not too interested. For one thing, she
was expecting her first child. For another,
although she did not presume to be a
devout Catholic, she felt sufficient in
herself. She felt that as long as she was
good and did nobody any harm, that was
enough. But her husband accepted the
third angel's message, and a year afterward resigned from his teaching to devote
his time to gospel work.
After three years as a worker, Elisea's
husband was ordained to the ministry.
Elisea still was a lukewarm Christian.
The Adventist faith did not appeal to her,
especially when her husband would often
leave her for one or two weeks at a stretch
To page 19
qeadetwe An de qiele egot6
S NEWSMEN will do after
they have written a big
story, a small group of reporters were sitting together
in one of the many bars of Las Vegas,
Nevada. Each started telling the others
what headline he thought his editor
would affix to his particular story. One
thought his story would be titled, "Hell
Bomb Biggest Yet," and another thought
his headline would read, "Atom Blast
Rips Nevada Skies." These were men
who, on the morning of March 17, 1953,
had seen one of the greatest atomic blasts
ever witnessed by human beings. They
were a few of the hundreds of newsmen
from scores of newspapers and magazines
throughout the United States who were
called to Yucca Flats, Nevada. Standing
on News Nob, as the rise was called, they
were required to wear heavy dark glasses
if they desired to look at the blast as the
bomb exploded. The glasses were so
thick and so dark that the newsmen could
not see their own hands as they waved
them directly in front of their faces.
The hour of the blast came and passed,
and the men on News Nob hurried off
to Las Vegas, the nearest large city, to file
their stories and send them off to their
hometown papers. As each of the reporters in turn contributed what he
thought would be a fitting headline for
his story all eyes focused upon the last
journalist of the group. His mind quickly
went back to the terrific explosion earlier
in the day. He thought of the extreme
precautions taken by military authorities
to protect the newsmen there; he thought
of the heavy dark glasses and of the
blinding brilliance of the bomb's burst
even through those specially constructed
lenses. Finally his inspired answer came
to his waiting colleagues.
"Gentlemen," he said, "I think if my
editor is wise he will write a headline for
my story that says simply this: 'Mine eyes
have seen the glory of the coming of the
Lord.' "
Deem Dewte,,
Several years ago a young man from
Jamaica came to work on our farm to
help pay his way through medical school.
His summer's earnings were not enough
to make expenses, so my parents and
several Adventist farmers helped him.
He is now an intern in a large hospital
in Nashville, putting the finishing
touches on his training so that he may
return to his native land as a missionary.
Today we had a letter from Herbert.
Though he has had a very big job to do
and has been overworked most of the
time, he has never let down on his
When he first came to us he was about
the most cheerful person we had ever
met. One day my mother asked him how
he could look into the future with its
huge obligations and not worry or fret.
"Well, you see it's like this. I know
God wants me to be a doctor and take
care of my poor sick people, and so if He
wants me to be, He'll provide the money.
There just isn't a thing to worry about!"
In his letter Herbert said that he has
had a pretty tough time even since he
has completed his college work, but he
still maintained that he was going to
make it because God wanted him to.
We have noticed that most of the overseas students, once they become Christians, put all they have into their faith.
They do not seem to have the inhibitions
that many of us moderns have. I wonder
if it is because they have lived carefree,
simple lives rather than the complex, involved lives produced by modern living.
I wonder too whether that is why God
wanted us to live in the country away
from the perplexities of city life.
From Sunset to Sunset
From page 18
to preach the gospel in the provinces. She
did not like the idea of being left alone.
One of the reasons she had married was
for protection. What if thieves broke in
at night when she was alone with the
children? Was this the protection her
husband could provide?
While her husband preached, Elisea
continued to teach. A boy was born, and
after three years a girl followed.
Then the blow came. No, it was a series
of blows.
She was expecting her fifth child. Her
husband had taken sick, but because he
was scheduled to baptize in a nearby
province, he went despite his sickness.
Quite a number of persons were baptized that day, but Elisea's husband became so sick afterward that he had to
be taken to the hospital. The doctor's
JULY 20, 1954
This afternoon I was worried about
my music lesson. Hard as I tried I
couldn't seem to get the notes in place.
diagnosis: malaria, with pneumonia complications. The sickness grew worse, till
finally Death reaped his harvest.
The blow was a severe one. And that
was not all. At the same time she and her
three children were plagued with itch—
itch all over the body. She would spend
the whole morning cleansing and dressing
their itch, then spend the whole evening
giving sponge baths and applying ointment. Besides that, she was on leave from
teaching, and therefore jobless.
In addition, the house into which she
and her husband had poured their savings
burned some months afterward.
The whole world seemed to have collapsed about her. She was dead in mind,
dead in soul. What was the use living
when life could be so miserable?
It was midnight, indeed, in Elisea's
A weaker woman might have either
gone crazy or committed suicide. But not
Elisea. Her indomitable will, her strength
Finally, with a bang on the keys, I dashed
out of the room and went for a walk.
After about five minutes of walking
through the orchard I began to feel fresh
and confident. I was relaxed and relieved. I doubt whether I would have received as much good from a walk along
a city street.
Faith comes out of the forest, from the
thicket, from the wood lot, from a flower
in bloom, from the song of a bird, and
from the fresh, fragrant country air.
Diary, I want faith as Herbert has. I
have a feeling that somehow I could
really amount to something if I had it.
One evening he visited with us for
several hours, describing his native land.
I'll never forget the pictures he painted
for us of little children running over the
green fields, swimming in the river,
climbing trees, and playing hide-andseek through the banana groves, as free
as birds.
There was one cloud on the horizon,
however. He said that many people died
because there were not enough doctors.
Herbert, go home to your island, and
heal the sick. Our prayers and your faith
will surely bring success.
of character—ever her distinguishing
traits—stood her now in good stead. She
must face the world with chin set, with
head held high. The dependence of her
children urged her to take up the reins
of life where her husband had dropped
them. No more could little pleasures be
indulged. No more must she attend any
socials. She must buckle down to work.
She must save, plan, sacrifice—for her
children. She must see them through
their education, each one of them.
Little more than two weeks after her
husband's death Elisea's last child was,
born. The next year she put the deaf child
in the School for the Deaf and Dumb in
Pasay (now Rizal). The boy she put
through what was then Philippine Junior
College, also in Pasay.
Bible instructors had visited her, and
had tired of visiting her. They would
take her children to church with her permission, but she herself would not go.
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I One of the prophets
5 "sore war against the Philistines all the . . .
of Saul" 14:52
8 "stubbornness is . . . iniquity and idolatry"
10 "anoint him . . . be captain over my people
Israel" 9:16
11 "Wherefore then didst thou not . . . the voice
of the Lord" 15:19
13 "that there . . . none like him among all the
people" 10:24
15 Reward of merit
17 Junior Grade (Navy abbr.)
18 Mother
19 The betel pepper
21 Instruments for pressing
24 Genus of herbs
25 Masculine name
26 Before
to win, so they thought, for they did not
know the reason why.
The real reason she would not go was
that in going to church she would see the
people her husband had been associated
with, and on seeing them, she might show
her feelings. She wanted to restrain her
feelings, to keep her emotions in check.
She learned to pray more fervently.
Knowing how to read music, she learned
to turn to the songs in the Christ in Song
as a source of comfort. In every song she
sang it seemed that each word applied to
her personal situation. She especially felt
the words of the hymn "Ask Not to Be
Eight years after her husband's death
Elisea took her stand as a Seventh-day Adventist. More than anything else, the songs
in Christ in Song were what really won
her. The members rejoiced. So the hardhearted woman was won at last! How
happy her husband would have been to
see her now!
28 The linden
29 "the Spirit of the Lord ... from Saul" 16:14
31 "given it to a neighbour of thine, that is . . .
than thou" 15:28
33 "he was higher ... any of the people" 9:2
34 Yield
35 Net
37 Same as 10 across
39 Negative word
41 "There shall not a man be put to . . . this day"
44 Unit of electrical resistance
47 Compass point
49 "Saul became David's ... continually" 18:29
51 "and ... thee what thou shalt do" 10:8
53 Bone
55 Electrical Engineer (abbr.)
57 "and there they sacrificed . . .s of peace
offerings" 11:15
61 "Saul drew ... to Samuel in the gate" 9:18
62 Doctor of Tropical Medicine (abbr.)
63 "And Saul ... the javelin" 18:11
Our text is 10, 11, 13, 31, 33 and 57 combined
2 "Saul took a sword, and fell upon ..." 31:4
3 "Samuel . . . with Saul upon the top of the
house" 9:25
4 Utensil for carrying coal
5 "and . . . Israel out of the hands of them that
spoiled them" 14:48
6 Affirmative vote (var.)
7 "all those ...s came to pass that day" 10:9
9 "Saul and the people . . . Agag, and the best
of the sheep" 15:9
12 Bachelor of Arts (abbr.)
14 "Samuel took a ... of oil" 10:1
16 End of the month (abbr.)
17 Son of Saul
20 "my family the least of all the families of the
. . of Benjamin" 9:21
22 Tap
23 Horse hair
25 The same
27 "The Lord hath . . . the kingdom of Israel
from thee" 15:28
30 Royal Highness (abbr.)
32 "Saul hath slain his thousands, and David
his ... thousands" 21:11
34 See 36 down
36 and 34 down ". . . ye him whom the Lord
' 10:24
hath .
38 "the Spirit . . . God came upon him, and he
prophesied" 10:10
40 And . . . whom is all the desire of Israel"
42 Tellurium (abbr.)
43 Hectometer ( abbr. )
45 His Highness (abbr.)
46 Flat-topped hill
48 "that I may chew thee the ... of God" 9:27
50 "Saul's uncle said unto him and to his servant,
Whither went ..." 10:14
52 "the Philistines make ... against me" 28:15
54 "made them ... in the chiefest place" 9:22
56 "for ye shall . .. with me today" 9:19
58 Field Marshal (abbr.)
59 Cape Colony (abbr.)
60 Each (abbr.)
Key on page 23
The midnight was past, but it was still
a long, dark night.
Shortly after her husband's death, her
mother was taken ill with a lingering
stomach trouble. During the day Elisea
taught school; at night she gave fomentations to her mother and administered
injections every so often. For eight years
she cared for her mother and at the same
time continued teaching. This kind of a
program began to tell on her physically, to
say nothing of the drain financially.
Finally, once again the Dark Angel
claimed another life, and Elisea stood
Sooner or later the day must come. And
when dawn breaks, that is the time to
bestir oneself for the work at hand.
Elisea set herself to the work of rearing
her children. The deaf child and the boy
continued in their respective schools. The
.younger daughter and the child born after
her husband's death were placed in nearby
public elementary schools, to be near her
and to be in her company to and from
She continued to teach. She could not
afford to stop, with so many mouths to
feed. And like a good teacher, she was a
good disciplinarian, not only in school, but
also at home. Her children were not
problem children. Whenever their feet
tended to stray, she guided them aright;
when they had the tendency to grow
crooked, she straightened them.
When the school in Pasay was moved
to Baesa, and became the Philippine
Union College, Elisea and her family
followed sometime later, to give the children opportunity to obtain a Christian
education. While in Baesa she had to commute every day to teach in Manila. She
worked tirelessly, sacrificed unstintingly.
Strenuous? What matter? Sacrifice was
a pleasure. Weren't the children getting
the education they needed? She had no
houses, no haciendas, no riches, to bequeath. This was a better legacy!
One by one the children finished their
elementary and high school courses. One
by one they obtained their titles or their
degrees. She, by God's help, had seen
them through.
The day had passed its zenith. Even the
afternoon heat had not daunted Elisea's
spirit. It had been a day fraught with hard
work, but it was nonetheless a pleasant
one. She could now lean back to enjoy the
splashes of color another sunset afforded.
Once again the golden orb lingered in the
western heavens, with a trail of majestic
hues in its wake. And the magnificent
view was satisfying indeed.
The children were finding their places
in the Lord's work. The son was connected with Philippine Union College
itself. The deaf daughter was employed
in her alma mater, the School for the
Deaf and Dumb. The other daughter was
much appreciated as a teacher in one of
our Adventist academies in the south. The
youngest daughter was employed in our
academy up north even before her graduation, but went back to Philippine Union
College after a year, and was soon to
graduate. Both she and the son were
gifted musically; Elisea could have her
own home concerts if she so wished. God
was good!
That was more than a decade ago. The
tale should end here, with "and they lived
happily ever after." That is not so, however, for life can be more ruthless, more
ironical, than fanciful booklore.
Elisea is still working herself to the
bone, still sacrificing, still wearing herself
out physically, financially, emotionally.
Maybe that is her lot, the tears to shed,
the burden to bear.
It is pathetic, heart-rending, to see her
being still thus spent when, by all counts,
she should now be enjoying a life of ease.
But thereon hangs another long, long tale,
which would bear telling some other
time. I ought to know. For Elisea is my
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about it?"
I questioned her in detail, amazed at
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Jungles of Chiapas
From page 13
sisted that I give another talk to the
women, and he suggested I wash a little
girl's hair to show them how it's done!
Armed with a washbasin, towel, comb,
hot and cold water, soap, and—as a prize
for the brave little model—new hair ribbons in the bright color the Mexicans call
bougainvillae, I went to church. Esmeralda looked like a different girl when
her long matted hair was shining, neatly
braided, and tied with the bright ribbons.
The children have taken to following
me around wherever I go, hanging on to
my hands affectionately. I shall be sorry to
leave these simple, friendly people tomorrow.
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Believe It or Not
From page 9
an enemy because he feels that right is
right and wrong is wrong and that men
and women should do and pay what they
promise to do and pay. Income tax? He'll
gladly help you. But don't expect to save
money. It may cost you more than you
plan if you are as honest as he.
The Bobs and Jims are everywhere. In
the social circle Bob is more popular. Anything goes. Jim is loved and respected.
But anything off-color doesn't go at all
with Jim. For that reason he is sometimes
pushed out.
Bob sings. And he sings to increase his
popularity. Jim sings to bring courage
and hope to a heart in need. Bob teaches.
He is a clever teacher. Jim teaches, and
lives are repatterned.
Bob sits in committee. He agrees with
everyone. His motion passes. He's a diplomat. Jim's motion passes too, because it's
right. Conscience compels others to vote
for it. But they let Jim make the unpopular motion. And they'll remember to tell
folks tomorrow that they didn't make it.
Come to think of it, it was that way in
school committees. Bob would wait and
see which side Professor So and So was
on. Then he knew how to vote. Jim waited
Ritzy.—The genealogy of this American slang word takes us back to Piccadilly Circus, London, where from 1850
to 1918 a Swiss-born restaurateur and
hotelkeeper, Cedar Ritz, operated an elegant, ultrafashionable hotel bearing his
name. Ritz appointments and cuisine became so famous that erelong almost every
major city of the Western world had its
Ritz hotel, where luxurious and lavish
service was available for an equally
lavish outlay of money. Ainerican hotels
soon copied the name, Ritz-Carlton of
New York City being one well-known
example. As used today, "ritzy" means
anything ostentatious, showy, lavish,
smart in appearance or manner, elegant,
ultrafashionable, or expensive.
too, and if Professor So and So let down
the standards, he knew he had to lift a
little harder to bring them back up. Jim
never learned how to play politics or
polish an apple. You couldn't make a deal
with him.
No question about it. Bob is top man in
the popularity poll. Jim takes a lower
But wait a minute! Whose popularity
poll are we talking about? Whose really
but when Judge Courtney C.
Wells, of Whitesburg, Kentucky, launched a general
cleanup drive in Letcher
County, his first order banned all smoking and tobacco
chewing in his courtroom,
thus recognizing smoking and
tobacco chewing as a disgusting, filthy habit, defiling to
the user, and very unpleasant, annoying, and even dangerous to those having to
breathe the atmosphere that
has been polluted by the
pipe, the cigar, the cigarette,
or the foul breath of the tobacco user.
counts? Bob may be top in man's poll.
But in God's—undoubtedly Jim would
outrank him.
The popular man will go places. He
will have praise and laurels and applause.
But in the end, if he builds his house on
the shifting sands of popularity, his work
will crumble.
God's man was never promised popularity. "In the world ye shall have tribulation." "Ye shall be hated."
But the man who loves God and loves
people enough to be lited, unpopular,
in order to be right and lead right, is the
man whose work will endure through all
"The greatest want of the world is the
want of men,—men who will not be
bought or sold; men who in their inmost
souls are true and honest; men who do
not fear to call sin by its right name; men
whose conscience is as true to duty as the
needle to the pole; men who will stand for
the right though the heavens fall."
God's man may not recognize his own
work as a success. He may often stand
alone, an apparent failure. Man's popularity poll may rank him high or low. He
cares not. His record may be considered
excellent or inferior, according to who
reads it. But he'll choose the approval of
God before that of men every time. And
he leaves the results with God.
No one ever failed who, with his hand in
Has done his best,
And standing, sometimes all alone,
Has met the test.
He truly lives who lives not for the praise of
And laurels won,
But prizes this one thing above all else—
God's own "Well done!"
THE huge water area of the earth supplies
only about 1 per cent of the food for earth's
2.5 billion people.
every 10,000 live births in the United
States in 1940 there were 34 deaths. By last
year the rate had dropped to only about six
per 10,000.
• A RICH planting mixture, which can be
diluted 400 per cent with sand and still be
a satisfactory planting medium, is now available. It is a cross between an organic fertilizer
and a potting soil, enriched with a bacteriabiotic-enzyme compositiOn.
• LONDON children can play with goats,
rabbits, llamas, woolly lambs, and even a
baby elephant in a special play section of
Regent's Park Zoo. It is presided over by
hostesses, and is part of a 34-acre area that
holds 7,000 birds, beasts, and fish.
biologists in Nova Scotia
have become concerned about the unusual
antics of moose. They report that half the
moose population in the sea-gate province
seem out of their minds. Moose madness is
known to occur in individual cases as a
brain disease. In this case it seems that a
gradual deprivation of certain minerals and
vitamins has brought this disease upon a
large segment of the moose population.
miles of attractive hard-sand
beaches will soon be available to the people
of Mobile, Alabama, and to out-of-town
tourists. These beaches are on an island that
lies just off the Alabama mainland at the
mouth of Mobile Bay. Generally inaccessible
until at present, Dauphin Island will be
linked to the mainland by three bridges with
a combined lenth of approximately two
miles and a causeway equally long.
SOME meteorologists suggest that tornadoes occur when "an invisible, but real wave
in the atmosphere breaks, somewhat like a
single wave of water toppling over as it
hits the shore." It is presumed that the pressure jump when such a "wave" breaks is
what triggers tornadoes and other severe
control programs are planned
to fight the gypsy moth in New England
this year. Some experts believe that the
area's beautiful hardwood trees that were
stripped on a record 1.5 million acres last
year will be threatened by a heavier attack
this summer.
THE famous cathedral of Notre Dame at
Rouen, France, is being restored from its
war damage by the same hand tools that
were used by medieval craftsmen. After years
of slow, painstaking work, the cathedral was
recently opened to public worship.
BEGINNING typists can now secure gloves
to help them learn the touch system. They
fit the hands and fingers snugly and have the
letters of the typewriter keyboard printed
on the back to correspond with the fingers
that strike the keys.
" THE booming call of the male prairie
chicken is produced in a wind sac on his
BOSTON'S new $25 million Aerial Highway
is inaugurating a new feature of highway
planning. Heating pipes are being installed
to melt snow and ice from all access ramps,
giving the expressway the largest snow-melting installation in the United States.
THROUGH the construction of two 920foot towers, Radio Luxembourg will beam
programs into Paris with a power of 500,000
watts. This station, being rebuilt by the
Telefunken-Works of Hanover, Germany,
will be the most modern in Europe when it is
completed. Its power will be ten times as
great as the maximum power of any commercial United States station.
greatest temperature contrast to be
found anywhere in the world is the place
where the Gulf Stream coming north meets
the Labrador Current. There the cold wall,
the boundary between the two streams, is
nearly straight up and down, sometimes as
deep as 1,500 feet. Sailors have been known
to go swimming in the warm Gulf Stream
while within sight of their ship floats an
well-known cable cars
had their beginning one rainy. day back in
1§69. Andrew Smith Hallidie was watching
a crowded horsecar climbing up one of the
city's hills. Suddenly one horse slipped; the
driver threw on the brake, but the brake
chain snapped; horses, car, and passengers
piled 'up at the bottom of the hill. According
to the National Geographic Society, this inspired Hallidie to devise a better method of
hill transportation. The key invention of his
car was a grip that would seize or release a
steam-powered cable that traveled underground. On July 31, 1873, just hours before
his deadline, Hallidie cautiously maneuvered
the first car down Clay Street hill and braked
it to a stop at Kearny Street. His contraption
was a success.
SOME 100,000 "ham" radio operators in
the United States will be celebrating the 30th
anniversary this year of the American Radio
Relay League. These hobbyists have for years
formed a homemade radio network that links
most of the countries of the world and provides a vital means of communication whenever disaster strikes and people need help.
It was just such an amateur hookup that
brought a portable iron lung to East Africa
for Dr. Gus Hoehn in time to save his life
and arranged his return to the United States.
(See "8,000 Miles in a Portable Lung," THE
YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR, Sept. 9, 1952.)
PINE trees that grow unsupported and
unprotected in the face of storms and high
winds grow bigger and stronger than trees
protected with wire supports. This is the
finding of Dr. M. R. Jacobs, of Canberra,
Australia, in a 15-year experiment. The protected trees, although they grew faster in
height than the swaying trees during the
first two years, were not able to support
themselves during storm when their guy
wires broke.
THE United States Navy's Hydrographic
Office has predicted that the iceberg menace
will be heavier than usual this year. The
mountains of ice come drifting south toward
the Grand Banks of Newfoundland, and
constitute Greenland's largest export.
Great Smoky Mountains of North
Carolina and Tennessee maintain a 36-mile
crest of more than 5,000 feet altitude.
You are like a tree, teaches the Bible. You are to put your roots
down into the firm earth of Scripture and bear fruit for the kingdom.
But some trees are weak, because they have grown up in groves.
Others have matured alone in the field, by the sea, on the mountaintop. They are
rugged; the storms have strengthened them.
Now the final selection of good people for the kingdom (often called the shaking
time) is much the same. When the winds of persecution whip across the church, the
members who have been supported by parents and friends may topple. That is why
the Lord wants His people to grow independently and to grow strong, "that they
might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord."
Next time you see a mighty oak in the middle of a field—strong yet graceful—remember that you are like a tree.