From Highland Community Bulletin

Sunday, August 22, 2021


Nothing less than the best

Before the 1939-45 war a school for the children of “untouchables” in India

received a shipment of Christmas presents from English children each year.

Each girl received a doll, “whose clothes took off and on!” and each boy a

toy. One year, the Doctor Sahib from a nearby mission hospital came to

distribute the presents and told the children about a village not far away where

the children had never heard of Jesus or of Christmas and suggested that they

might each like to give one of their old toys to be taken to these other

children. They readily agreed, and he came the next Sunday to receive them.

The boys and girls filed past him and handed a doll or a toy each. But–it was

the new presents that they gave. When asked why, a girl said, “Think what

He gave for us, and what He has done for us. Could we give Him less than

our best?” –Sunday School Times

She wanted to give all

In a Chinese school for blind children there was one girl who seemed too dull

and stupid to be taught anything. A lady visitor asked how she might help.

The nurse said: “Give that poor little girl a piece of money; she has never

possessed a coin of her own.” So the child received a five-cent piece, to her

great delight. Each day she planned some fresh way of spending it,

sometimes keeping it herself, and sometimes giving it to the nurse to take care

of for her. Now a meeting was to be held at Foochow for the Bible Society,

and this child knew that it supplied the school with Chinese Gospels in

embossed type for the blind. She was too ill to go to the meeting, but she

asked the nurse to take her five-cent piece and put it in the collection. The

nurse said: “Half of it would be enough. It is all you have. Let me change it,

and then you can give part and keep part.” But the blind child insisted on

giving all she had. She said, “No, I have never been able to give God

anything before; I want to give it all.” –Christian Life Sunday School paper

No ox for plowing

One day a Korean missionary was with a friend who was traveling through

the country. The friend was amused to see in a field a young man pulling a

plough and an old man holding the handles. “They must be very poor,”

remarked the friend. “Yes,” was the reply. “When the church was being

built, they wanted to give something. So they sold their only ox and gave the

money. That is why this spring they have to plow like that.” “What a

sacrifice!” exclaimed the friend. “They did not call it a sacrifice,” replied the

missionary. “They were glad to have an ox they could sell.” –Union Story