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Helpful Books for Bible Students

Here is a list of good books for those who wish to learn more of the Word of God:

(1) CONCORDANCE-prices 4/3 and 6/6 (2) TOPICAL TEXT BOOK—price 5/3 (3) BIBLE DICTIONARY—prices 7/6 and 11/3 (4) PLEASURE AND PROFIT IN

BIBLE STUDY—price 1/3 (5) DAILY LIGHT—prices 1/6 and 4/6 (6) MY COUNSELLOR—price 4/6

A Concordance is a book with lists of Bible words in alphabetical order and places where each word is to be found in the Bible. This is very helpful for looking up texts on a certain subject such as the grace of God, faith, power, love, etc; you can often find in this way texts of which you can only remember one or two words.

The two prices set down here are for two different sized books.

A Topical Text Book, has the texts of Scripture on particular sub­jects arranged in groups and is very helpful. It is compiled by the great preacher, Dr. R. A. Torrey.

A Bible Dictionary—has a lot of useful information, explaining things that are hard to understand in the Bible. The one for 7/6 is the smallest one available and it is fairly big. The next one for 11/3 is bigger still.

The little book "Pleasure and Profit in Bible Study," is written by the great Evangelist, D. L. Moody, and sets out many interesting and helpful suggestions about different ways of studying the Bible.

Daily Light and My Counsellor are collections of Scripture texts for each day in the year, for morning and evening readings. Perhaps, "My Counsellor" is the best of these kind of books, but "Daily Light" is also very helpful.

If you would like to get any of these books, if you send the money down with 3d. extra for postage, to:

Cousin Evangel. 62 Johnson Street,

Chatswood.

the books will be bought in Sydney and sent on to you by post.

A good English dictionary may also be obtained, price 1/6.

March, 1938. T H E A U S T R A L I A N E V A N G E L 3

Young Dear Young Cousins,

You will remember that last month I asked you to send along any "snaps" or photos of yourselves which we could perhaps put on our page and then we would get to know one another better wouldn't we? Well, so far, no one has sent any, so I thought perhaps I had better remind you about it.

Last month I forgot something so we are all as good as one another! I forgot to tell you the names of those who had reached the 6 star mark—here they a re : Beatrice Kirby, Maisie Bux and Lettie Clark. And this month 5 more will be receiving awards and 4 of them are from Balranald. Well done, Balranald! Laura Edwards, Arthur Edwards, Christine Kirby, Alfie Kirby and Willie Clark are their names. Willie is from Menindee where a lovely lot of competitions come from each month.

Then we have a new cousin to welcome to our family, his name is Stanley Moore and he lives at Balranald.

A letter came one day addressed to Cousin Evangel, all the way from Con-dobolin, and it was sent by Jean Wight-on, who had gone to a great deal of trouble to work out that Christmas puzzle about "Little Dick's Mother." There wasn't a prize given for that, Jean, as it wasn't on our page, but you did very well indeed.

Some of our Cousins have not tried the competitions for such a long time. What have you been doing? See how many entries we can have this month as the new competitions are very easy.

Best wishes and Christian love to all cousins new and old,

from,

COUSIN EVANGEL.

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Results of December Competitions

CLASS 1.

1st Prize: Cousin Ellen Nevin, from Melbourne.

Folks 2nd Prize: Cousin May King, from

Cherbourg.

Stars awarded to : Tibby Johnson, Adelaide King, Margaret Charles, Emily Murray, Eric Ferguson, Bella Biggs, Walter Clark, all from Menindee. Chris-sie Edwards, Annie Murray, Violet Kir­by, Mavis Kelly, all from Balranald. Thomas Keith Nevin, Muriel Clark, Frances Wandin, Gladys Fisher, Willie Terrick, Jessie Terrick, Joyce Mahoney, all from Melbourne.

CLASS 2.

1st Prize: Cousin Beatrice Kirby, from Balranald.

2nd Prize: Cousin Lettie Clark, from Melbourne.

Stars awarded to : Charlie King, from Cherbourg. Sarah Terrick, from Moonah Cullah, Patsy Mahoney. Audrey Ma­honey, John Terrick, Winnie Terrick, Jackie Clark, all from Melbourne. Alice Murray, Phyllis Morgan,, Laura Ed­wards, Vera Pyke, Arthur Edwards, Sylvia Kirby, Christine Kirby, Alfie Kirby, Stanley Moore, all from Balran­ald. Willie Ferguson, Beth Williams, Amy Clark, Willie Clark, Arthur Clark, all from Menindee.

New Competitions

CLASS 1. (11 years and over)

How many parables are there in Matthew, Chapter 13, and which story do you like best?

CLASS 2. (under 11 years)

Write out two verses in Matthew, Chapter 13, which tells us about pearls.

Send your competition in to Cousin Evangel, 62 Johnson Street, Chatswood, N.S.W., before the 1st of April,

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# Old Folks Page j "SCARRED HANDS"

Fire! Fire! Someone shouted out these words and a crowd quickly gathered in the street to see a house on fire, which was the home of a poor woman and her little boy, named Billy. Someone asked, "Where is little Billy?" "His mother always takes him with her, when she goes to work," a woman said. But just at that moment they saw the face of little Billy at a window upstairs. He was only two years old, and had been asleep in his little bed, but the shouts of the people awoke him, and when he saw the flames, he was frightened and ran to the window.

"Wha t can we do?" asked the people. It seemed as though nothing could be done for little Billy. But suddenly, a man pushed his way through the crowd, and climbed up a pipe, which was very hot, and burned his hands as he climbed up to the window. But in a few minutes he had broken the window and pulled Billy through it, and carried him safely down to the ground. Billy was not hurt, but the brave man who saved him had his hands so badly burned, that the marks stayed there all his life.

Two years later little Billy's mother died and a meeting was held in the town to decide what to do with Billy. Two men wanted to adopt him. One of them was the man who had saved Billy from the fire. The chairman asked the man, whose name was Dick, what right he had to adopt Billy. Dick showed his hands, with the scars from the burns. This decided the question. He had saved Billy's life: therefore Billy belonged to him.

One day Billy's new father took him to see some pictures. Billy stood before one large picture, and pulling his father over to it, said, "Daddy, look! This man is just like you. He's got scars on his hands. Did he get them saving somebody as you did?" The father looked and read the words, "Behold My Hands!" He knew it was a picture of Jesus showing His hands to Thomas. W e can read about it in John 20: 24-29. It was after Jesus had risen from the dead, He came to see His disciples. Thomas did not believe it was Jesus till He showed the wounds in His hands and side, where He was wounded to save us from sin. Thomas then believed. Jesus said unto him, "Because thou hast seen me, thou hast believed; blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed." Wil l you believe on Him? Jesus said, "Whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have ever­lasting l i fe." Jesus was wounded to save you and He wants you to belong to Him, like little Billy belonged to the man who burnt his hands in saving him. Wil l you come now?

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^ Stories from Other Lands $ THAT EMPTY MILK TIN!

Off for the holidays! What joy there is in those words! What fun getting ready, then setting off with luggage and tickets for a nice jour­ney ; the sunlit sea waiting at the other end!

But this was a very different holiday journey—a thousand miles from the sea, in the far north-west of China. There was no comfort­able boarding house at the other end, either, only an empty house high up in the hills of Shensi.

When Mr. Swindon, the English missionary, and three friends started off from the very hot Chin­ese city for their summer holiday, they had to take along with them all they needed. Only a mule cart was taken for those who chose to ride, while their bedding was piled on to a second cart, with all the food they would need over a fort­night, as there were no shops and no milkman up in the hills.

It was a long journey to the foot of the steep hills. There, some Chinese porters were waiting, and with them had come a bright-eyed little boy. These men carried the luggage to the house high up above, where it was too steep for the mule carts to go. Up—up they went till at last the missionaries reached the house where they were looking for­ward to a time of rest, after telling about Jesus in the great city on the plain below.

They had stopped for a meal on the way, and Mr. Swinton, finding an empty milk tin, threw it away into the bush, where it shone in the sunlight. The bright-eyed Chinese boy, who had come with the port­ers, ran after it and brought it to the missionary, asking, "Oh, may I have this?"

"Why, yes," said Mr. Swindon, "have you not seen one before?"

"No, oh no!" the boy hugged his prize. Such a thing as a milk tin had never been seen in that lonely place!

What a treasure he had to carry home that night!

So the next morning found a row of Chinese boys waiting eager­ly outside the house.

''Please, we all want tins—like the one Hsi has!"

"But we have none to give you to-day. We have not had time to empty twenty tins yet. Look here, boys, come up in the morning on our Worship Day, then we will see what we can do; you shall have the tins we have emptied by then."

Of course, as most of the mis­sionaries' food was made up of tinned meat, and milk, the stock of empty tins grew to quite a small pile by Sunday morning.

But instead of twenty eager faces, the missionaries found a whole crowd of Chinese children anxiously waiting outside the house !

What was to be done? Seventy eager boys and girls—

and nothing like seventy tins wait­ing for them!

Well first of all they would tell them about something much more wonderful than empty tins, for these boys and girls lived far away

from any mission school—they had never heard of God, Who loved the world.

So Mr. Swindon settled them in a big semi-circle, and for the first time they heard the story of the Lord Jesus, Who so loved boys and girls, and men and women, that He gave Himself for their sins, even to death upon the cross.

Then he taught them to sing— words to them new and wonderful.

"Jesus loves me, this I know . . ." (Continued on page 6)

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$ Our Own Page $ New England (N.S.W.)

District Convention In January the second New Eng­

land District Convention was held at Walcha. Mrs. Long and Mr. Harris travelled up from Sydney to be present and Miss Cash trav­elled across 100 miles from Long Gully with 40 of the people, includ­ing children. Others gathered from the sister station at Woolbrook and from Ingalba outstation and the surrounding district.

Mr. Flood, the missionary, and the Walcha men had erected a fine bushy shelter, but owing to cold, rainy weather, which set in on the second day, the meetings had to be transferred to the church which was packed. Blessing attended the gath­erings and we believe "much fruit unto God" will be the result. Cold hearts were warmed—some who have been following afar off drew near again—and dead souls were quickened.

The oldest man of the company created quite a stir when he arose boldly and audibly accepted Christ as his Saviour and at the first op­portunity testified at the meetings and then on the last night did a most striking thing. In giving out the closing hymn. "Throw out the Life-line," Mrs. Long said, "Usu­ally, we instruct new believers to pray and read the Bible. That is good and right, but we will add, and throw out the life-line.''

We began heartily to sing and immediately our old friend walked across the church and spoke to his son and a man and his wife, asking them to come to the Lord. They each nodded and as soon as we closed he went to Mrs. Long, told her they had "come," and asked her to go to them.

He was, as all others, most inter­

ested in the "Double A—Double M" and with much fervour said he would go back to Woolbrook and set it going and we could count on them.

"Only a Piece of Paper" One of our men was travelling

through the bush far away from Dennawan, our Mission station on the borders of Queensland. He saw a page of printed paper on the ground and picked it up. What do you think it was? Why, a page of an "Evangel."

He read it and just imagine how surprised to see something about a cousin of his he had not seen nor heard of for many years. He was very pleased and excited, and thought what a splendid find he had made.

When he got home to the centre of N.S.W., he found that every month he received a whole "Evan­gel," not just a leaf, and the mo­ment he sees it he drops the ham­mer or anything else he has in his hands, and sits down and reads our splendid little paper.

His wife is just the same, and she stops whatever work she is doing and devours the "Evangel" before she starts again.

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(Continued from page 5) It took them two long hours to learn the whole of the hymn by heart.

Then he gave them the empty tins as far as they would go.

For the rest—well, they must come again next Worship Day, and such tins as there were would be given to the children who could repeat the whole of the hymn with­out mistake.

(To be continued)

March, 1938. THE AUSTRALIAN EVANGEL 7

News of Others

We hear that:

Prayer has been answered for Clarrie Pyke of Balranald and he has been raised up to health and strength again.

Gwen Harrison of Cherbourg, whose "'Home call" was recorded in last month's Evangel, was only 15 years old, but had lived a bright, consistent, Christian life for the past three years. She was a keen Endeavourer and Sunday School Teacher. A simple memorial ser­vice was held when many paid trib­ute to Gwen's faithfulness and lov­ing devotion to her Lord.

Two of the Y. P. Endeavourers of Cherbourg, Celia Queary and Tom Daniels, were married just be­fore the old year closed. We trust that this will mean the establish­ment of another truly Christian home there.

Births COE.—On December 20th, 1937,

to Mr. and Mrs. Paul Coe, of Cowra, a daughter, Agnes Muriel.

ATKINSON.—On January 13th, 1938, to Mr. and Mrs. Frank Atkinson, of Cummeragunja, a daughter, Minnie.

Dedication At Condobolin on January 23rd, 1938. Harold Joseph Coe, Shirley Joycelyn Coe, Olive Francis Murray.

Deaths PERRY.—On September 2nd,

1937. James Henry, son of Mr. and Mrs. Henry Perry, of Cow­ra, aged 19 years. (This notice was omitted from the September issue.)

Mr. and Mrs. S. S. Briggs, of Cummeragunja, have lost their dear little daughter, Beryl, who con­tracted infantile paralysis. Mr. and Mrs. Walter Sampson, of Moonah Cullah, have also lost a little one.

The girls at Tennant Creek, Northern Territory, are very eager to help Mrs. Weston, their new Missionary.

The way has been opened for the services amongst our people living in Melbourne and Sydney to be held in halls, which will be a great help to the work. In Sydney, Mrs. Henry Perry, formerly of Cowra, had been kindly lending a room.

A women's meeting has been commenced at Walcha, which will form their part of the Walcha branch of the "Double A—Double M."

SAMPSON.—On January 7th, 1938, in Deniliquin Hospital, Louie, beloved infant daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Walter Samp­son, of Moonah Cullah and Moulamien.

MIE.—On January 7th, 1938, in Murwillumbah Hospital, Thomas Mie, of Eukrabah.

YETTICAR.—On January 28th, at Fingal Point, William Yetti-car (Senior). At rest.

LEE.—On February 3, 1938, at Mooroopna, Mrs. W. Lee, be­loved daughter of Mr. James, late of Cummeragunja.

BRIGGS.—On February 10, 1938, Beryl, beloved daughter of Mr. and Mrs. S. S. Briggs, of infan­

tile paralysis. "Till the day dawn and the shadows flee away."

BIRTHS, DEDICATIONS, MARRIAGES AND DEATHS

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CHRISTIE'S OLD ORGAN By Mrs. Walton

CHAPTER SIX

There were some amongst the little congregation who passed him with serious, thoughtful faces, and as each went by he breathed an earnest prayer that the seed in that soul might spring up and bring forth fruit. But there were others who had already begun to talk to their neighbours, and who seemed to have forgotten all they had heard. And these filled the young minister's heart with sorrow.

But there was something in Christie's face as he passed out of the room which made the minister call him back and speak to him. He had noticed the boy's attention dur­ing his sermon, and he had longed to hear whether he had understood what he had heard.

"My boy,"' said the minister kind­ly, laying his hand on Christie's shoulder, "Can you tell me what my text was to-night?"

Christie repeated it very correct­ly, and the minister seemed pleased. He asked Christie several more questions about the sermon, and then he encouraged the boy to talk to him. Christie told him of old Treffy, who had only another month to live, and who was longing to know how he might go to "Home, Sweet Home." The minister prom­ised to come and see him, and wrote down the name of the court and the number of the house in his little pocket-book. And before Christie went home he knelt down with him in the empty mission-room and prayed that that very night the dear Lord would wash Christie's soul in His most precious blood.

Christie walked away very thoughtfully, but still very gladly, for he had good news for old Tref­fy to-night.

"Oh, Master Treffy," said Christie, "I've had such a time! It was beautiful, Master Treffy, and

the minister has been talking to me, and he's coming to see you. He's coming here," said Christie triumphantly.

But Treffy was longing for bet­ter news than this. "What about 'Home, sweet Home,' Christie?" he asked.

"There is a way. Master Treffy," said Christie. "You and me can't get in with our sins, but 'The blood of Jesus Christ, God's Son, clean-seth us from all sin.' That's in the Bible, Master Treffy, and it was the minister's text."

"Tell me all about it, Christie," Treffy said, in a shaky voice.

"There's nothing but the blood of Jesus can wash away the sin, Master Treffy," said Christie, "I've learnt another verse of the hymn. Master Treffy," said Chris­tie, kneeling down beside him and repeating:

"Saviour, I come to Thee, Oh, Lamb of God, I pray,

Cleanse me and save me, Wash all my sins away."

Treffy repeated the words after him in a trembling voice.

"I wish He'd wash me, Christie boy," he said.

"So He will, Master Treffy," said Christie. "He never sends any­body away."

"Ay, but I'm an old man, Chris­tie, and I've been a sinner all my life, and I've done such bad things, Christie. I never knew it till this last week, but I know it now. It's not likely He'll ever wash my sins. They're such big ones, Christie."

"Oh! but He will," said Christie eagerly, "That is just what the minister said. There's a word in the text for you, Master Treffy: 'The blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us from all sin.' All sin, all sin, Master Treffy. Won't that do?"

"All sin." murmured old Treffy. "All sin! Yes, Christie I think that will do."

(To be continued next month)

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