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Children'; The Narr By Rev. Stuart Narrow is the way that leadeth unto life. Matthew 7 :14. Jesus meant by this verse, "Narrow is the road that leads to heaven." Every place that we know lias a road leading to it. There is a road that leads to Jamestown and this afternoon there will be thousands of people who will be going that way. There is another road 1 1...4 1 Tr * J iiiml icjtus iu v^ceun view, auu over across me river there is a road that leads to Suffolk. It is a very sandy road, at least it was the last time that I traveled over it. Now Jesus tells us that there is a road to heaven and that it is a very narrow road. Over in some parts of Africa they have no line roads and railroads like we have. They have no trains or automobiles or even wagons. They go everywhere on foot and the roads are little narrow paths through the jungles. These paths are so narrow that only one person can walk at once and if they step out of the path to either side some evil is likely to come to them for the jungles are full of wild beasts and serpents. Now Jesus tells us that the way to heaven is like that road. It is very narrow. And there are some things about this road that led Jesus to speak to us of it. First, only one person can go that way at onco. When you are out walking with your father you hold fast to his hand and walk beside him till you come to" a very narrow place. Then he lets go your hand and you have to UM.llr .. 1 ^~ XT.-.,.. *1.- 1 A ~ I - - lil ?*<urv (i ivnic. nUH tllC I UclU IU IlUttVCII IS IltvU that narrow place. We each one of us has to travel it for himself. Your father anil mother can't decide whether you are going to be good boys and girls and go to heaven. They can tell you how you ought to decide, but they can't decide for you. Each one of us must walk alone in the narrow way that leadeth unto life. Second, it is a narrow pathway because it is so easy to stray away from it. The Mohammedans speak of life as a bridge across a stream, pillows behind his head, in the invalid chair. The doctor was trying to mend the little legs. hurt in an accident. It took so long! tv.~ ..v:u ?~~ j i tiic uuiiu wtis vci j ijiiuu?orave ana sweei. llis father was big and strong, bnt he came into the child's room as softly as mother dear, and spoke as gently. Even noisy Jim was quiet, and did not jar the chair. They were so sorry for Little Lad. lie was not nearly so sorry for himself?he was the happiest in the house. lie was not lonely when mother dear left him; it was company to watch the birds, the train, and the flying clouds. lie loved to see Jim flying his kite. "The 'Rats' won today, daddy," he said, one evening. "Tell about the time you won the Rugby, and broke your arm. It mended?eh, daddief?like my leg will!" i"Sure, Laddie! Like yours will?some day. How are those pigeons?" "Fine, daddy! So much corn fell from the ears they had a feast. Only Blue Wings did not get much, 'cause the big ones fought him." Tt was pretty to see the pigeons strutting about. When a train came along they rose, fluttering far and near. Sometimes they flew so near Little Lad's window that he could see the pretty feathers, and hear the whir of wings. He longed to touch them. He wanted one tor Lis very own, hut never asked for it. He did PRESBYTERIAN OF THE SO > Sermon ow Way. Nye Hutchison. a bridge that is made of just one narrow log. The man who walks across that log has to be very careful. One single misstep will make him fall and lose his life. Our road to heaven is like that. We have to be very careful. One single sin, one single misstep will sometimes ruin our whole lives. We have to walk very carefully in the narrow way. Again it is the narrow way because there is no room for our sins to pass over it. I hope that you have all read Bunyan's Pilgrims Proeress. It tells US there about the man win. was walking along the road to heaven and he had a great pack on his hack. It was a bundle of his sins that he was carrying. All at once he came to a gate. It was a very narrow gate and when he tried to get through he found that he couldn't. Then he began to think, and he found that if he left off that big pack he could squeeze through. So he left his sins outside and then he could enter the gate. We must all leave our sins behind if we are to walk in the narrow way. There is one more thing. It is not an easy thing to walk in this narrow way. It is a very hard thing. If you think that it is easy to reach heaven you are greatly mistaken. It wouldn't be worth trying if it was not hard. But we must not become discouraged. I once read of a man who was traveling in the mountains and he came to a very tight place. There was a narrow path and below it was a precipice hundreds of feet deep. He knew that if he made one misstep he would fall over and be killed and he was standing there trembling and afraid, not knowing what to do. when someone caught up with him. and said. "I ,1 ? Ill ?? v. - ~e?: i >' ci- i. _ uuua up auu J UU n 111 IlUb L?C Ult'itlU. ill) lit* looked up, and his dizziness and fear passed, and he went along safely. That is what Jesus wants us to do as we walk along the narrow way. Look up. Look up to Him. Pray to Him and serve Him and we will not stray or fall from the narrow way. Norfolk, Va. not want a bird in a eage?no. indeed! He liked birds to be free. lie wanted them to ciime elnse. He nut ernmlw nn th.> vrin.liw olli for the sparrows. They were not afraid of the gentle eyes. Little Lad loved the pigeon he called "Blue Wings." lie was a beauty, but a little lame. One day when the other birds had been greedy and prevented his picking up corn, he flew from them, and for one exciting moment rested on Little Lad's window. % Next day a storm came up suddenly. The child was alone. The pigeons rose in alarm, and circled high to seek their homes. Blue Wings was beaten about, and left behind. A groat love and longing came to the sick child. 1.11 a ? ~ - " " ne neia out tiny arms, men a wonderful thing happened?with a soft rush and rustle Blue Wings flew straight into the waiting arms, nestling close to the gentle breast. Little hands began to stroke the pretty wings. The bird began to coo. Mother dear, fearing for the boy, hurried to him. Opening the door she came upon a lovely picture?the pale face, the blue eyes beaming with love, the hands caressing the pretty pigeon. 1 44See! mother dear. He knows he's safe." When the storm passed. Blue Wings Hew away. Next day he came back to the open arms. Every day he came. % 'UTH. 7 "Mother dear," the boy said, "I wish I had wings to fly far." "Oh, no, dear! You would fly away from mother." "No, mother dear, I would fly to see lovely places and people; and when I felt tired 1 would fly back to mother dear's arms?just like Blue Wings." dim knew every one who kept pigeons. He tried to buy Blue Wings. He learned that no one owned him?he was a stray who had been Kf?mphn<tv's not Sn Vin KnlAn?o.l f iol.. Lad. A pigeon house was placed beside the window. Every day he flew into the waiting arms, and rested there.?Ex. THRIFTY BIRDS. By Lee McCrae. In a frostless land, where foodstuff is growing in the fields all winter, one would hardly expect to find little creatures with the instinct of saving for a rainy day. But the woodpecker of southern California stores away acorns in the greatest abundance, while the wav he Hop* it is still more surprising. In the Orange County Park, some fifty miles below Los Angeles, many of the tree trunks are ''shot full of acorns." as one traveler expressed it, everyone put there by the thrifty woodpeckers that chatter noisily and fearlessly overhead. I counted nineteen acorns in a piece of bark no larger than my hand, just the end of the nut being visible, as they seem to have been driven like so many nails into the trunk's stout bark. Of course an acorn could not really be driven and the bird carries no hammer. The way he does it is first to peck the hole, bring a nut, they are shaped like long, thin peacans, and tit it in sliapn ??iul first <lni?n? nil fliic wJ+U l?:< .... , .a. ?... ?.w.T ...111 Mia hard little beak. The strangest thing about it is the exactness with which the hole is made and the tightness of the nut when placed. Try as we would, not any of our party of astonished visitors could pick one out: it took a sharp knife and a lot of patient digging; then it had to come out in little bits. The keeper of the park called our attention to the stores of nuts in the roof timbers of the park pavilion. The ridge-pole and large beams of soft wood were literally riddled by the woodpeckers. everyone holdiner its chnipp nut \v? thought it was fine, but the man shook his bead, saying: "That cost the county a lot of money! We have to put a new roof up every once in a while, and I tell you it is no joke!" Anyway it shows the smartness of the birds to be able to do what none of us can do. though .just why thev should do it in southern California we cannot figure out.?Queen's Garden. TAKING CARE OF BABY. In Africa, when a mother gets tried of carrying her baby in the leather bag slung on her back, she digs a hole in the sand, under some shady bush, and leaves the baby in it till she is readv to take him ncrain An Eskimo baby has a nice, warm place, tucked up in his mother's hood. Sometimes he is stuffed into a fawn-skin "bag, with a string that draws it up. Armenian babies are tied in their cribs, and the little feet are left bare, even in very cold weather. An Indian baby goes about on his mother's back, or else he is strapped to a birch-bark board and hung up in a tree.- The Mayflower. Every ?oul that has come to himself has. come to his God.