How the Seed Grows.
By Rev. Stuart Nye Hutchison, D. D.
Except a corn of wheat fall to the ground
and die, it abideth alone. John 12:24.
If you go in the seed stores at this time of
t lie year you will find everyone very busy.
People are planting their gardens and they
must have seeds. Some of the seeds are large
and some are as small as the head of a pin.
But in everyone of those seeds there is that
wonderful thing that we call life. We know
that things have life when. we see them move
and grow. How can you make the life come
out of that seed? You might lay it down on
the mantel-piece and leave it there for a year,
or ten years, and it would not move or change.
You might take your knife and cut it up and
try to find the life, and you could not find it.
There is only one way that you can make the
life come out of that little seed and that is to
bury it in the ground. Take it and plant it
in the ground, and water it, and before long
out of that seed the life will begin to come
and soon there is a plant growing there where
the seed was buried.
Do you know that that is what happens when
we take those we love and bury them in the
cemetery! They have to die, and be buried
before they really begin to live. The eternal
life that God has given us is stronger than
all the power of death.
A long time ago there was a man who died
and they took his body and they put it in a
tomb made of great pieces of rock, and they
sealed it up and bound it all around with iron.
Hut one day there was a little seed blown by
the wind, and it fell down between two of those
great stones, and it sprouted and began to
grow there. It became bigger and bigger till
it pushed those big stones apart and broke
the iron bands and burst open the tomb. There
was more power in that little seed than there
was in that stone tomb. Now, if a seed can
do that, you may be sure that God is great
enough and strong enough when the time
comes to open the graves and bring back to
life those that are asleep there.
Do you remember last fall when the wind
was blowing and it was beginning to be cold
and the leaves were falling from the trees and
all the flowers were withering and dying how
sorry we were? It seemed so sad to see them
all die. And then the winter came, with the
snow now and then, and the cold, and the
poor dead trees and grass, what a pity it all
seemed. But this month we have seen some
thing very wonderful happening. The dead
trees have come to life again and the leaves
are coming out and before long they will be
more beautiful than they were last fall. The
flowers are blooming, too. They were not
realh dead. They were only asleep for the
winter, till God told them to wake up.
So there is coming a time when we will all
die and will be laid away in the ground. But
Jesus says that we are not really dead, only
asleep, and some day God will say "Wake
up," and we will live again, more beautiful
and perfect, than we have ever been in life.
Before Jesus came people were afraid to die.
A baby goes to sleep in his mother's arms,
lie isn't afraid, because he knows that those
arms that love him are about him. When
we are Christians God's arms ar* about us
and we need not fear. That is what Moses
meant when he said long ago, "The Lord God
is thy refuge and underneath are the ever
LIKES THE STORIES.
Dear Presbyterian : ? My father takes your
good paper. I like to read the stories and let
ters in it. I go to school and ani in the fifth
grade. I am twelve years old. My teacher's
name is Miss Lorena Mizelle. I go to Sunday
school every time I can. I have two brothers
ami three sisters.
Your unknown friend,
r Woodbine, Ga. Herschel Wise.
Dear Ilerschel: I am glad you like the
stories. Which one do you think is the best
we have had lately? H. A.
Dear Presbyterian : ? I am a little baby girl
seven years old. My father takes your good
paper and I like to hear the stories read to me.
1 can read some of the letters myself. I have
three sisters ott' at school. Rev. R. A. MoLeod
is our preacher. We all like him very much.
Your litle unknown friend,
Manchester, N. C. Benuie McFadyn.
Dear Bennie: Don't you think it is nice to
l?e the baby girl? I do. I am glad you are
learning to read the letters yourself. You
enjoy them I know. W*
Dear Presbyterian I will answer Louise
Carson's puzzles. The cities are : 1. Washing
ton; 2. New York; 3. Boston; 4. Richmond;
5. Baltimore. I have a pet cat and chicken.
I enjoy reading the letters and stories aud
most ?f all the children's sermon. My father
takes your paper. My cousin is one of the
teachers here. Your friend,
Berryton, Ga. Mary Powell.
Dear Mary: I like to read the Children's
Sermons, too. Do you try to do what they say
we ought to do? H. A.
HER FIRST LETTER.
Dear Presbyterian: ? I am ten years old. I
am in the fourth grade at school. I have two
brothers and one sister. My mother takes
your paper. This is the tirst letter I have writ
ten to you. I go to Sunday-school every Sun
day I can. My Sunday-school teacher is Mrs.
Your unknown friend,
Laurel, Miss. Grace Andrews.
Dear Grace: You must not let this be your
last letter, but write again real soon. Tell us
something about your State, can't you!
PROUD OF HIS TESTAMENT.
Dear Presbyterian: I am eight years old. I
go to school every day. My teacher is Miss
Mary Firebaugh. I like her fine. I go to
Bethesda church, and Sunday-school, and I am
in the junior class. Miss Mary Brown Ander
son is my teacher. Mamma taught me the
Catechism last spring when I was in bed with
a broken leg. I am proud of my Testament and
certificate. Please print this for me as I want
to surprise my papa.
Your little friend,
Edwin Claude Bare.
R. 5, Lexington, Va.
Dear Edwin : When are you going to learn
the Shorter Catechism and get a diploma and
Bible? H. A.
LOVES TO GO TO SCHOOL.
Dear Presbyterian : ? r am a boy ten years
old. I go to the Rivermont Avenue Presbyterian
Sunday-school. My teacher is Mr. T. A. Heath.
I have a brother in the same class. His name
is Bland, and our pastor is Rev. E. M. Delaney.
I go to the Rivermont school. My teacher is
Miss Mallan. I love to go to school.
Lynchburg, Va. Rawley Eckhardt.
Dear Rawley: I am glad you like to go to
school. Why don't you write us something
about the Hill City? Some of our boys and
girls live where there aren't any hills, nor steps
from one street to another like you have.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little boy six
years old. I go to Sunday-school every Sunday
I can and my mamma is my teacher. I am
learning to read, but have not started to school
yet. I have one sister eleven years old and
no brothers. I have a collie pup named "Bust
er" aud two little kittens. Please publish my
letter as I want to surprise my little cousins.
Your little friend,
Clifton Forge, Va. Ernest B. Hunt, Jr.
Dear Ernest : How do Buster and the kit
tens get along together? I wish I could see
Buster. I love collies, they are such splendid
dogs. H. A.
HAS WON THE GOLD PIN.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl six
years old. I go to school every day I can,
and to Sunday-school, too, when I can. I am
studying the young children's Catechism and
cau answer 50 questions perfectly, and have
won the gold pin for the Little Cross and
Crown System for not missing Sunday-school
in one year in North Carolina. I have one
brother, three years old and a little sister two
years old, and have one pet cat named Captain
Jinks, which is smart to catch mice. Hope to
see my little letter in print. Mamma reads me
the little stories and letters and I enjoy them
Your little friend,
Chester, Va. Alethea Manning.
Dear Alethea: You are very proud of your
gold pin, I am sure. You will have to work
hard now, and have another year's perfect at
tendance. H. A.
A LOT OF FUN.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl seven
years old. 1 go to school horse-back on rainy
days. Miss Pauline Davis is my teacher, aud
1 like her so much. 1 have a little sister four
years old and a little brother who will be two
years old in April. We have a good time play
ing school and Sunday-school at home. I have
six little cousins who live near us, and we have
a lot of fun together. I have mother to read
the Children's Letters to me. I wish more
South Carolina girls would write.
Seneca, S. O. Eleanor Wright.
Dear Eleanor: It is fine to have so many
children to play with. Do you like to ride
horse-back T H. A.
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