The Clinton News Record, 1933-12-28, Page 9R
LIFE'S STRUGGLE
ife is a struggle, yea, but -tot a
r. And for this struggle we need
not hate. Not weapons that
I wound a'brother sore, add to the
teeness of his harsh fate. There's
rage :needed fpr life's constant
ht, but no armed army marching
ards a foe, We 'labour here •on
th within God's sight, and round
r heads the winds of heaven blow,
The sun, shines forth, it makes no
ecial .choice, ,but smiles upon nS
ely, one and all. And we can help
ch other to rejoice, while working
le by side at great tasks and small.
a, there's a' struggle day by day in
e; butnot to crush another 'neath
r feet. No need for prejudice, in-
erance, and strife. It is a strug-
, making life more sweet. It is
struggle calling for the best, a
ur that urges us to reach the goal,
piring love in every human breasts
d helping us to • know the Over -
al.
—Wilhelmina Stitch,
te=semecet
THE WOMAN WHO WAS NOT
AFRAID
Especially for Women—
But Not Forbidden to Men
This week I ani giving the readers
Rebekah's column an opportunity
listening to the wise words of Fay
chfawn, as she discourses on the
rtues of one of the heroines of the
ok of Proverbs. I feel sure they
ill enjoy it and may we all profit.
.Rebekah.
She is such a winsome, lovable
eature, this woman of King Solo-
on's! You will find all about her in
last chapter of the Book of Pro.:
•bs, beginning at the tenth verse.
We look up to her, we women, with
mething very like awe, for she is
e sort of woman we should each
e of us like to be: She is the Ideal
i -iirrnye trying to reach up to.
Thinking`onde more of her charm -
g, gracious personality, I have been
ying to discover' her secret. How
ne she to be so sweet, and yet so
nsible?
She was a very busy woman. An
rly riser. She didn't mind taking
rouble. She looked well to the ways
f her household. She was wonder;
lly kind,, marvellously sagacious.
trfectly sound as a business we-
an; absolutely trustworthy as a
hfe. And . , . she was not afraid of
he snow.
Herein, I fancy, lay the great
trength of Mrs, Far -Above -Rubies.
Snow!' I take it that "snow" here
ymbolizes and stands for disaster,
alamity, misfortune. And this wo-
man was not afraid of it.
Yet, look you, she had no assur.
ance that it was not going to snow.
She realized that it would. Grey
days, hedged -in days, lay somewherd
ahead of her, as they do for, all of us,
But' this woman faced the fact with
equanimity. She grade provision for
it; for she 'clothed her household in
double garments --as the margin of
the Bible translates the "scarlet" of
verse 21—and gave to the winds her
fears:
What say you?
' "That is all very well, but no one
can help being .afraid. Fear is a
something outside myself entirely. I
don't call to it, .nor beckon to it. It
just comes. Fear is a ' determined
robber, and T am his wretched victim.
But you are writing as if I were a
willing hostess, and as if my fears
were honoured guests. Not at all! I
hate my fears. Yet I cannot get a4
way from then,"
Can you not? There is a way of
getting rid of Fear, my friend. And
that is why this little talk is being
written, so that very humbly and
simply the writer may try to shoal
that the word "afraid" ought to be
cut out of the Christian's vocabulary.
It ought! And yet, what timid,
nervous creatures we are! It is nat-
ural for us to be afraid of mice, of
heetles, of spiders. We are so con,
stituted that little everyday sights
and sounds, which leave the mascu-
line anatomy perfectly normal, set
our hearts beating, our hands tremb-
ling, and our wretched nerves ting-
ling.
"A woman naturally born to
fears!"
Thus are we described by the Bard
of Avon, and he was right, up to a
point!
I do not want to underestimate our
weakness; but what I really want to
do is to realize in my own heart, and
to stake clear to yours, just this:
Fear is an Emissary of our Great
Enemy.
An emissary who, alas! finds easy
admittance, and protracted mainten-
ance, in \ronansoul.
Of course, more often than not, he
is a stowaway!
Iso to -day, this very minute, let us
drag him out into the open. Let us
face hint and see exactly what he
amounts to. The chances are that be
will prove to be not nearly as form-
idable as we supposed.
I think the worst and most tor,
menting Fear of all is that ancient
dread which still haunts many of
God's dear children. I refer to the
Fear that, perhaps, after all, one is
not, really and indisputably, "right
with God"!
This Fear takes much of the flay,
our from life. It destroys all joy hi
the King's service; because service
ifeatith Scrvice
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NEARLY PERFECT Eating between meals, particularly
Inthese days, when so much fault. candy, means that the child will have
7s being the found with the world init no appetite for regular meals. The
tired or excited child is not inter
which we live, it is quite a relief to ested in food. The child who has
;note that, in spite of social and '00011been shut indoors, with no opportun-
omie unrest, there is one point upon ityy to play or to get his lungs filled
which we can agree, something which with fresh air, does not eat well.
•can be described as "nearly perfect.' Many children have what appear+
There is one food which con'0s to 1e a poor appetite, but this is, in
,close to perfection, and that is milk: reality, a ` bad habit or a wrong at
-
-As the child grows, his diet is elabor• titudetowards food. The parents of
-ated until he eats the same as the such children are often those who
rest of the family, but milk should are over-anxious about • their child.
'be- the backbone of his die all His failure to eat gets him a great
through his years of growth, when deal of attention, while his parents
he is building the body which must fuss over him; and talk about him or
'last hits throughout life. even threaten him.
The child requires a mixed diet of
milk, t creels and potatoes, eggs, a Every child should have at least
little meat and fish, fresh vegetables, one pint of milk a day. Milk can be
'salads and fruits. He needs milk served in many different ways has
e
'because milk provides the calcium part of the meal. Variety in the
that is required to build strong bones preparation of foods prevents a mora-
and teeth: He needs milk, because °tenons diet: Milk can be used in'
it furnrishes.vitamins which regulate various hot or cold drinks, and in
the growth and dekelopinent of .the soups. There is an endless variety
-body. Added to this, milk is a source of 'custards. Milk goes into junkets,is
of practically all the food 'elements rice pudding and ice -,cream. lib t
which are essential 'to the body. which are based on milk are es•
and they can be made most appetiz,.
The normal healthy child who has ing:
been properly trained likes to eat, Questions concerning Health, act
'There is something wrong with - the dressed to the Canadian 1Vledieal As,
child who do:s not enjoy his meals,` sociation,' 184 College Street, Toren•
or who has to be coaxed to eat. There to, will be answered personally by
are, several causes for poor appetites, letter,
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without assurance is like salt with-
out savour.
It is very easy to see where this
Feat hails from.. "Yet to the woman
who is of a fearful heart it appears
so reasonable,' and so humble, to
doubt her own acceptance before God,
She argues that she does not doubt
Him. It is just that she fears lest
there may be seine flaw in her part
of the contract. Something which.
she ought to have felt, but didn't,
Some lack of faith; some dullness of
perception; which, in that Great Day,
may go against her. And so, after
all, she may find that she is weighed
in the balances and found wanting.
-1Ahl it is a horrible•Fear, this!
But it need not trouble you any
more, my poor Mfrs. Fearing.
If you think you never came into
vital touch with your Saviour before,
why not make a definite approach to
Him to -day?
The fact that -you do not feel Him
near, that you do not feel in the mood
for it, need not make any difference.
Scripture does not promise anything
to the one "who feels God near"; nor
to the one who "feels in the mood for
Jesus." The promises are simply and
solely to "Him that cometh."
"But," you ask, "how am I to
come I have,prayed before, I have
given myself to Hint many times,
and yet, Ifear ..?'
Well, I have a suggestion to make
to those who reason in this way.
• Why not write a letter to your
Heavenly Friend?
Why not set down all your Fears
in black and white? Tell him that
you are "coining" to Him, as far as
you know how. Say: "Lord, if I
haven't the right kind of faith, will
You see that I get it? If I don't
really enter into what You mean by
being 'born again,' will you give me
this experience, for the sake of the
Lord Jesus Christ? Here I ant, Lord,
anyway."
Sign your name to it. And then
believe that the Unseen Lover of
your soul has certainly and individ,
ually entered into compact with you
and made you safe.
If that same Fear comes along
again, don't argue, but let the winds
have him, straightaway!
After all, it is sometimes easier
to trust God for our own affairs
than to trust Him with the tvelfarc
of our dear ones.
We believe that He cares for our
children. But, oh dear! those dread-
ful measles are sure to Mach them
some time! That distressing whoop-
ing cough is certain to afflict them!
And so we fear and fret about it
and lose so much of the quiet, rest-
ful walk with God , that we might
have had. ,
I once knew a woman who was
beset with fears for her only child.
She had a continual dread that the
mite would be taken from her by
death. This thought depressed my
friend very much. If the little one
coughed or sneezed or looked pale,
she fancied that this was the begin-
ning of the end. She wore herself
out trying to avert the disaster.
Then suddenly, one day, she turn.
ed round and looked her Fear in the
face.
"Suppose the worst conies to the
very worst," she said, "Suppose God
takes Illy little baby. What then?
Even then I am His child. Even
then He is Lord of the Universe, and
my sweet one and I shall still be un-
der His loving care. We cannot drift
beyond it. So I am not going to be
afraid any snore."
And she wasn't!
(N.B.--She and her child are still
flourishing!)
But our gravest fears are not al-
ways for the bodies of our darlings.
We dread contamination of spirit.
There are such subtle insidious in-
fluences—in school, office, and play,
ing field.. We do so fear lest the
little ship should founder; the glim-
mering faith be snuffed out by ridi-
cule and criticism; or, at least, tossed
to and fro by some wayward wind of
doctrine.
Mrs. Far -Above -Rubies clad her
household in double garments. I take
it that 'means using every reasonable
means to protect our beloveds. And
then over all the woollies and hug-
me -tights and comforters of ordinary
common sense, she finished up by,
wrapping then round with that mar-
vellously enfolding garment ,called
Prayer.
Yes, it means just that. Just nam-
ing their names to God every clay.
Stating their ease to Him. No need
to plead, nor to agonize. Simply put
the extra garment on,
And after that don't go on fretting
and fussing. •
Let it be hands off now.
Another .enerny who seeks to dis-
turb even the honesty yielded heart
is. Fear for the temporal future.
We try so hard to make provision,
to place ourselves beyond the reach
of penury. W'e play so vehemently
for safety in time to conte, and,' in
doing that, how often we barter en-
joyment of
n-joyment'of the present!
Please do not misunderstand me.
It never can be right to be iMprovi-
dent. I think we must, and ought
to, lay by us in store for a rainy
day. But this laying by should not
become an obsession. Our belief in
Insurance. should not be allowed to
undermine our faith in Omnipotence.
Surely the One Who brought us
is Fear for the temperal future.
into the world can be trust-
ed to take us
out of it, He Who cared for' us at
the one helpless end of life will most
certainly have His Hand in our af-
fairs at the other end,
It would not be like Him, would It,
to leave us stranded? No, no! He
never will! He was the First, as far
as We were concerned; and, .depend
upon it, He will be the Last, as aweIl,
So' this is the sum of it all.
He is the First, and the Last. 'So'
why not let Him be the Middle? Why
not let Him have a free hand in the
Intermediate Stage? Who is He ?-Wha5
mediate Stage? Who is He? Who':
is He? This Voice, that is for ever
calling us ? This hand, for ever
knocking at our door
Why, His Nanie is above every
name. Bekis called Perfect Love.
If we let Him in, and give Him full
control, the very first thing He will
do is to shrivel Fear into a shadow.
Hope may live side by side with
Fear. Faith, even, may drag out a
feeble existence with him; but Per-
fect Love cannot.
So, out Fear goes!
And then begins the gracious work
of Perfect Love. He smooths out the
lines from the forehead. Ho smiles
away the wrinkles round the mouth,
Ile transforms anxiety into a Perfect
Peace which is not (and never could
be mistaken for) Indifference.
Then, most wonderful of all, He
transfigures little timid Mrs, Fear-
ing into a most lovesome Woman who
is not afraid!
—REBEKAH,
GROWING DAHLIAS FROM SEED
(Experimental Farms Note)
Only seed from the best varieties
of dahlias should be used for the
production of seedling plants. Cheap
seed, or seed from poor varieties,
rarely if ever produces anything but
inferior blooms. It should be re-
membered also that seedling plants
are seldom alike, and while they may
resemble the parent plants in some
particular, the resemblance is usually
slight.
Hone grown seed may be obtain-
ed in two ways: (1) By hybridization
or hand pollination. This is n relat-
ively difficult method and should on-
ly be attempted by those with a
knowledge of flower structure and
breeding technique. (2) Froin plants
which have been allowed to cross nat-
urally. This method is the easier
one to follow and many of the bot
varieties in existence today were ob-
tained in this way. To ensure cross
pollination between desirable plants,
the varieties from which seed is re-
quired should be grown by themsel-
ves in an isolated part of the gar-
den. The plants are grown in the
usual way and the blooms left to
fora, seed. The seed pods should be
cut when ripe and thoroughly dried
in a light, airy room, then cleaned
and stored until spring. Glass seal-
ers make excellent storage contain+
ers.
Early April is sufficiently early
to start plants. Sow the. seed in pots
or shallow boxes which have been fil-
led with good, fibrous loam. Press
the soil firmly befo'e sowing the
seed. After sowing cover the seed
with about one-quarter inch of sifted
soil, press lightly and water thor-
oughly using a fine sprinkler. Keep
the boxes moist and in a warm, sun-
ny place until the seeds germinate.
These will begin to conte up in about
one week arid may continue to germ-
inate for a month or longer. NV -en
about threeinches high transplant to
other boxes.
Planting should be delayed until
danger of frost is past. At the Char-
lottetown Experimental Station this
is considered to be about the tenth of
June. The seedlings after being set
out are given the same treatment at
plants grown from tubers. The
crowns should not be pinched out.
Seedlings will bloom and produce
good clumps of roots the first year
but will require to be grown for at
least two years to establish the var-
iety.
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THIS MODEST COR
TO THE
Here They Will Sing You
Gay, Sometimes Sad—
and Ins
THANK YOU, GOD
Thank you, God,
For the quiet
After all a summer's riot;
After autumn
And its dower
Of too many a crimson flower;
Thank you
For gay days. that be
After urge and ecstasy.
Olt, thank you, thank you,
For release
Of growing things;
For the peace,
The interlude of November.
Now I can listen,
Now remember,
—Ethel Romig Fuller
e=tlt=e,
DOORS
Doors are such fascinating things—
Each opening or closing brings
A different aspect to the view,
Revealing always something new,
Some doors stand hospitably wide,
Inviting folks to come inside;
Others are closed and secret; shy
Before the gaze of passersby.
Doors of our homes much usage show
(The great Realities they know)—
Through them, we make contacts
with life, •
Emerge as schoolgirl, adult, wife.
And all of us, young, old, rich, poor,
Must pass through the Eternal Door!
—D. S. Pinch.
WHEN HOPE LIES SICK
"When Hope lies sick on bed of fear,
And clouds are dark and days are
drear,
Faith waits with cup of loving cheer,
To hasten Hope's reviving.
And Love cones with a golden bowl,
To warm and heal her sister -soul;
She steals a smile past Sorrow's toll
With winsomest contriving.
Alt, Hope look up! Arise! Partake
Of these sweet ministrations;
Thou must be well for their dear
salve,
Who bring these inspirations.
Faith's cup of Peace, Love's bowl of
grace,
Shall bring the smile back to thy
face."
—Charles II. Hunter,
IT'S IIARD TO BE A CARPENTER
I wonder what He charged for chairs
At Nazareth.
And slid men try to beat Him down,
And boast about it in the town,
"I bought it cheap for half a crown
From that mad Carpenter?"
And did they promise and not pay,
Put it off to another day,
0 did they break His heart that way,
My Lord, the Carpenter?
I wonder did He have bad debts,
And did He know my fears and frets?
The Gospel writer here forgets
To tell about the Carpenter.
But that's just what I want to know.
Alt! Christ in glory, here below
Men cheat and lie to one another so,
It's hard to be a carpenter,
—G, Studdert Kennedy.
A THOUGHT OF HEAVEN
Did you ever think of Ileaven, and
imagine that you see
The face of Jesus, shining through
all eternity.
The walls are macre of jasper, the
streets are paved with gold;
Oh, Heaven is a wonderful place,
its beauties are untold.
Oh come with me, poor sinner, and
survey the wondrous cross;
IIe gave His life a ransom for gull
ty sinners lost,
Now praise Him for IIis kindness
and accept His offer given,
Poor sinners you will anchor with
the happy hours in Ileaven.
—Mae Robertson.
FRIENDLY FOES
I wish that I could really know,
Who is my friend, and who my
foo.
But all my fogs so bland can be
They really seem Cite friends to
me.
It saddens me from day to day,
To find a friend along the way
I trusted, has been false to me,
tire'sWiSiNg•
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