Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1923-09-08
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AUNT JULIA.
az AM READY"
walking in the garden Of friend the
Oh the top Of which was sundtal. The
sun was shining out. and cast shadow on
the face of the dial plate, marking the
time at about 10 o'clock.
For some moments l stood pondering
over what every child knows, that the
earth, turning round day by day, gives
the time by the shadow falling on the plate
fixed in a particular position, according to
latitude ana longitude.
Underneath the figures I noticed soma
words engraved and after scraping little
Of the green moss off, / read the words
At am Ready" 1t was the motto Of one
who had lived in the house long, long
ago; but it was message to me: and |
thou ght. perhaps, the shadow will tnrn
round to the time when I must depart,
hence, Am Ready? 1 thank God that
question was settled years ego.
Reader are you ready? Death does not
wait for the one to. whom ne goes to get
ready. Your sins Of forgetting God crowd
ia on you now; your many thoughts Of fool
ishness. your words, your acts and, above
all, and which is the greatest sin, your
not believing the message of mercy brought
to you by the Spirit-all these you are
guilty Of, and you are not ready.
How many turns shall the shadow on the
sundisl make before you really come to q
lOTlnS OSFlOE' II kOcS IOuAU NAu Nouhu
day by day. and never stops to mark the
time when death shall come for you to get
prepared. But 1 hear another voice speak,
ing. Christ, Jesus, the Lord. speaks, and
says, how often would ] have gathered
thy children together AZ hen gathereth
his chickens under her wings and you
would not!
Ths tears Of love roll down his face as
he looks over the city that had forgotten
him, and would not know the time Of its
visitation, and had no peace.
Oh, sinner, I call upon you to awake be-
fore it be too late. Your starving soul
needs the bread Of life and yet Won are are
they satisfy: An, no!
None but Jesus, ....
None but Jesus,
Can do helpless
Sinners good
man travelling in the Far East as he
traversed the desert, weary. hungry and
thirsty, ia the distance observed traces
Of an encampment. He pressed on, and
eagerly looked around in the hope OF find
ing some little provisions. After care
full search he noticed a bag and with JOY
he took it up; but after examining Its
contents he threw 1t down, saying, "0nly
pearls!'
They were valuable, you say. Yes but
he was starving, and they could not sat.
isfy. His cry was FOR bread. and SO are
you hungry, my friend. The pearls Of
this world cannot satisfy your soul. Throw
live, for why will We die? Jesus was the
grSin Of wheat that fell into tie ground
ana died, but now the waving sheaf Of
ripe corn is seen, and the. ten Thousand
times ten thousand that are around the
throne are a witness that he is yet able
to save, and give the heart rest. Oh, deaI
reader, Jesus. died that you might live! He
said, "It is finished" And now come tc
scene for another unprepared. without hope
with excuse, without God. Oh, before the
earth goes around the sun again get il
settled!
gladly will the answer come from the
word OF truth, for he sends home away
empty. Therefore be ye also ready
Matt. XIV AZ
Hope aunties will like this bit Of read
| ing. An old cousin, bat have married
| since last 1 wrote to the letter box.
(MRs.) PEARL BRYAN.
Cordele, Ga, Route A.
Dear Auntie. and Cousins: I thought
would drop in a few moments, az 1 fee
that merry chat would do me good. I've
just been wondering why the cousins don I
discuss the subject, what Like Best tt
Do" 1t isn't very hard for me to decide
enjoy music, reading and working witt
flowers. but, best of all, l like to write
| and do a good deal Of it, 100. write
poems and short stories. I like my WORT
because it Is pleasant, and when I an
writing 1 forget every thing else. Cousins
if you feel the least bit inclined to do
certain thing make start now. You may
ruin 4 wonderful career by waiting. II Won
are talented for one certain thing, l believc
it is your duty to cultivate your talent.
am sure auntie agrees. Are you wondering
how I look? Well, I'm just little girl
between the age Of fourteen and seventeen
years, with dark brown, curly hair; haze
eyes and fair complexion, with som>
freckles, and everyone knows freckles ara
fatal to beauty. Now, if auntie will permit
me, will give you sample OF my work
He Sendeth us warmth when the sun is low
And the earth lies asleep in soft veilings o!
snow.
His love, like the ocean, increasingly rolls
And in musical measures communes with ms
His love forever in OR hearts will abide,
Though wandering far from our Guardian''
side.
His banner Is over our lives. all unfurIed,
And love is the message it bears to the
how sweet are Bis lessons; how near to my
heart,
As see Him in nature! Oh. Father, thou
The fair, lovely violet found in the shade.
Bright emblems Of love that thou hast
made.
The sun. as 1t climbs Ger the hills In tbs
morn;
The soft melting shadows when evening Il
near,
Speak, a language that only His Low. car
endear.
There's ,I.,t place in my heart lovers re
There wait and I listen His coming t.
greet.
Now, Aunt Julia, if yon will print thi,
I'll not come again in a long time. Lydis
| Morgan, yon are right; Atlanta is Il heaut
ful city and / love 1t. 1 lived there about
three or four years. Everybody write me
Cheerily,
MISS WIRE E. HANDY.
SummerViile, Ga. Route 4.
Dear Aunt Julia and Cousins: am new
one on the page. Will you all kindly Mov'
over and let another Mississippi girl ioir
you happy boys and girls? live on farm
liks most Of you cousins do, five miles from
! Columbus. We also have a farm in Louis
| lana. Ny age is between fourteen and sew
| enteen. Who can guess it? My birthday il
| on the 22d OF July. Some talk about pow
! Ger and paint. l will admit l use 1T for
can't help it. am very fond of flowers
and great lover OF pets. eel. this Is my
| first visit. will not stay long. Some of yol
cousins write and send photo and / will ex
change. Your new cousin and niece.
Columbus, Miss. Route 6.