The American Missionary — Volume 41, No. 6, June, 1887Various
Religion
The American Missionary — Volume 41, No. 6, June, 1887
Various
Congregational churches -- Missions -- Periodicals; Home missions -- Periodicals
“No, she can’t. I can give her all the sewing she wants to home,
and we’ve got nothing to give the Lord; he don’t give to us. So go
along, and tell Miss May that Sallie Tucker’s better set to work.”
When Mrs. Tucker, the hard day’s work at last completed, toiled
wearily up stairs, she found her little daughter seated upon the
top stair, while about her on the floor, were scattered all her
childish treasures.
“What on earth, child,” exclaimed her mother, “is all this clutter
for? What are you trying to do?”
“Why, mother,” chirruped the sweet child’s voice; “I am looking to
find something to give to Jesus.”
“Give to Jesus! What do you think the Lord wants of such stuff as
this?”
“But, mother,” she explained, and her voice grew unsteady, and the
bright eyes filled with tears, “my teacher said anything we give
to him, he would like it; and if we gave what we loved best, it
pleased him most. And this is what I love most--my wax doll and my
birthday book. Won’t he take it, mother? Can’t I give him anything?”
“Sallie Tucker!” and her mother’s voice was cold and stern, “you
just put this notion out of your head. You don’t know what giving
to the Lord means. Put this trash away. When the Lord remembers us
with some of his plenty, ’twill be time enough to give to him, I
reckon.”
It was the afternoon for the Woman’s Quarterly Missionary Meeting,
in the Shadyville Baptist church. Mrs. Gray, the minister’s
wife, came to the vestry with a sad heart. She knew too well the
character of these gatherings. A few ladies came together, in a
listless, apathetic way, a few lifeless prayers were offered, a
little business disposed of, and the ladies went to their homes
wondering why there wasn’t more interest in missions. Mrs. Tucker
wasn’t in the habit of attending the missionary meeting, so when
she came into one this afternoon, the ladies present looked at each
other in surprise. Mrs. Gray read the psalm and offered prayer, and
then came the usual dead silence.
Presently Mrs. Tucker rose to her feet, and, in a voice shaken with
emotion, said:--
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