Thursday, October 6, 2022
Color the Selkirk Grace
Color the children waiting for Santa Claus...
Sunday, July 17, 2022
Color these stained glass Christmas baubles...
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Tuesday, June 28, 2022
Color The Life of St. Andrew
Color the Life of St. Herve
Color the Life of St. Cuthbert
Color the life of St. Werburgh
Sunday, April 17, 2022
Life Again!
"Just as Moses lifted up the snake in the wilderness, so the Son of Man must be lifted up,that everyone who believes may have eternal life in him.” John 3: 14-15
"Mother, see what I found in the library just now!" exclaimed Annie as she approached her mother, carrying a large, gauzy-winged moth on her finger. "Where did it come from? and how did it get in there?"
"Call Herbert and come with me, and I'll finish the story I began to tell you some days ago." said the mother, as she went to the library and took down the cocoon from the corner in which it had been hanging.
"Now, children, I told you that a caterpillar spun this cocoon last fall, shutting itself up inside. Then it went to sleep, or apparently died. It has lain in this little casket, as we might call it, all these months - sometimes covered with the snow, sometimes rocked by the cold winds and beating rains.
"It was not dead, however. All this time that it was apparently lifeless, there was a change taking place in its body.
The caterpillar. |
The Cocoon
How the children enjoyed plucking and arranging the violets, anemones, and hepaticas! Their little hearts beat with delight as they anticipated their mother's pleasure on receiving a bouquet of wild flowers. To be sure, crocus and daffodils were blooming in the flower garden, but they were not nearly so much prized by the children as the dainty-faced flowers of the woods.
Annie, musing as she looked into their sweet faces, was busily engaged in gathering some fine violets. Suddenly she heard Herbert exclaim, "O Sis, see what I have found!" as he held up a stick which had a peculiar, ball-like something fastened to it.
"What can it be?" cried Annie.
"Come on," said Herbert, "Let's ask Mother."
Soon the two children were standing by their mother's side asking her to explain the mysterious ball, which was not really a ball, for it was not exactly round.
"Children," said Mother, "this is a cocoon. It has a pupa inside. It will take sometime to give you its history, but if you wish to hear it, sit here.
"Do you remember those large, pretty-colored moths that we saw last summer?"
"Are moths like butterflies?" asked Herbert.
"Yes, very much, yet there is quite a difference. Moths fly mostly at night, while butterflies fly in the daytime. When butterflies are resting they hold their wings upright, but moths spread their wings horizontally. The antenne, or "feelers" which project from the front of the head of the butterfly are smooth, usually having little knobs on the ends; but the antenne of a moth are more like feathers. Butterflies suck nectar from flowers; but moths never eat anything, therefore they do not live long.
"Last summer while the days were long and the sun shone warm and bright; while the trees were clothed in their green robes, and everything seemed full of life, a moth deposited a large number of eggs
on a leaf. By and by the eggs hatched into caterpillars. They were very small at first, but they immediately began eating on the leaf, and - eating made them grow. They grew and grew until their coats became too small. What do you suppose they did then? Do you think they stopped eating? No; they continued eating and growing until their coats split along the back, and then they crawled out with a new, soft, green coat on. They ate and ate, and grew and grew, until the same thing happened again. Their coats became too small and they cast them off as before. This happened several times, until the caterpillars were two or three inches long.
"Not all that family of caterpillars reached this age, perhaps only a very few. Many of them were eaten by birds and toads. But one escaped all such enemies and lived until full-grown, or mature. Then he selected this stick and began to spin this little house for himself. He worked faithfully and at last had it finished and the door closed so securely that we can not tell now where it is. What was once the caterpillar is inside, but we call it a pupa now, for it is very different. If you could see it you would think the caterpillar spun this cocoon to conceal his dead form.
"Now we shall be patient and wait to see what will happen to the cocoon. I shall finish the story another day. Meanwhile let us place the cocoon in the library, and we shall see what will come of it." Grace Graham.
Just As God Leads
Just as God leads me I would go;
I would not ask to choose my way,
Content with what he will bestow,
Assured he will not let me stray.
So, as he leads, my path I make,
And step by step I gladly take‚-
A child, in him confiding.
Just as God leads I am content;
I rest me calmly in his hands;
That which he has decreed and sent‚-
That which his will for me commands,-
I would that he should all fulfill,
That I should do his gracious will
In living or in dying.
Just as God leads me, I abide
In faith, in hope, in suffering true;
His strength is ever by my side‚-
Can aught my hold on him undo?
I hold me firm in patience, knowing
That God my life is still bestowing‚-
The best of kindness sending.
Just as God leads I onward go,
Out amid thorns and briers keen;
God does not yet his guidance show‚-
But in the end it shall be seen
How, by a loving Father's will,
- Faithful and true, he leads me still.
And so my heart is resting.
From the German.
Saturday, April 16, 2022
I Didn't Mean To
''A certain man drew a bow at a venture, and smote the king of Israel between the joints of the armor." I Kings 22:34
"Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their enemies in the gate." Psalm 127:5 |
About twenty-seven hundred years ago there was a king of Israel named Ahab. One day he went out with his army to fight against the Syrians. Now, Ahab was a coward. He was afraid that when the Syrians saw him they would try to kill him because he was the king of Israel. So he took off the fine armor and the plumed helmet that kings always wore in battle and put on the armor of an ordinary soldier. He did this so that the Syrians would not know who he was. By and by the battle was being fought and the Syrians looked around for Ahab, but they could not find him.
Off there in the Syrian army was a soldier with a bow and a quiver of arrows. He tightened his bowstring, took an arrow and put it against the string and looked for an Israelite to shoot at. He did not see any very near him so he just shot off that arrow into the air, not at anything in particular.
That is what we mean by drawing a bow at a venture. Let me tell you what became of that arrow. It went up and over and down, and hit the king of Israel who was trying so hard not to be killed that day. There was a place in the armor where the girdle and the breastplate came together, a little joint, and in there the arrow went and killed King Ahab.
The man in the Syrian army did not mean to do that. It is likely that he never knew as long as he lived that his arrow had killed the king.
Did you ever hear boys and girls say, "I didn't mean to"? When we start out we very seldom mean to do wrong. How is it, then, that we are so often guilty of doing evil things?
There was a story, that I read once in an old school book, of a workman who was busy building a ship. He came upon a wormy plank in a pile of lumber. He ought not to have put it into the ship, but he thought to himself, '' It is only one small plank and it will not matter." So he put it in and forgot all about it. After a while the ship was finished and went to sea. For years it did well, and then it was found that the timbers were eaten with worms. They tried to repair it but it became worse and worse, till one day while out at sea it began to leak badly. They tried to pump out the water, but it came in faster than they could get it out, and the crew only saved themselves by taking to the boats. It was that one wormy plank that caused the loss of that valuable ship. The man who put it in there did not mean to sink the ship, any more than that soldier meant to kill the king, but he did.
Some of the little things, that we do not mean to do, are those that most hurt others. The Prophet Jeremiah says that the tongue is like an arrow. It is often like the arrow of this soldier. It does what we do not mean it to do.
There was a story in one of our papers about a poor girl in one of our great cities. Her father had been killed, and she was working for her living, and trying to support her mother and her little sisters and brothers. It took so much for all this that she did not have anything left to buy pretty clothes with. Some of the girls in the shop where she worked made fun of her shabby dress. She was very sensitive and thought about it till her mind became affected. Then she ran off and jumped into the river. Those thoughtless girls did not mean to hurt her feelings. Their tongues were like that arrow. They killed when they did not mean to.
Good words are as arrows too. One of the great ministers of this country tells of crossing the ocean one summer. On the ship was a lawyer, the attorney-general of his state. One night the minister was passing the lawyer's stateroom. The door was open, and as he looked in he saw him reading his Bible. Just then the lawyer looked up and saw the minister and said, " Come in," and he went in. ''I am very glad," said the minister," to see you reading the Bible." ''Yes," said the other, " I read it through at least once each year. I did not know much about this book till a few years ago. One day a little girl said to me, ''Judge, have you ever read the Bible through?'' I said, ''No, have you?'' She said, ''Yes, of course I have.'' That set me thinking. I said to myself, ''Here I am, the attorney-general of this state, and I have never read through the book upon which our whole civilization rests.'' For pure shame I went and read it to the end, and I have never failed once each year to go through it again."
That little girl's arrow had hit the judge. Be sure that the words you speak are good words, so that when they hit, they will help instead of hurt. Hutchison.
I Thank Thee
I Thank Thee
by Rose Waldo
I'm Thankful, Lord, as I can be
That I can sing sweet songs to Thee.
I thank Thee for Thy loving care
And for the privilege of prayer.
I thank Thee, Lord, that I can say
My thankfulness to Thee each day.
I thank Thee, Lord, and love Thee, too,
For helping me with all I do
At home, and with my work at school.
I thank Thee for the Golden Rule
That helps me know the loving way
To treat my playmates everyday.
I thank Thee, Lord, that I can know
They love protects me and will show
How perfect gifts come from above,
But thank Thee most, dear God, for love.