Thoughtful Moments

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 6, Issue 68, 30 April 1943, Page 2

Thoughtful Moments

(Supplied by the Whakats»ne Ministers' Association).

MOTHER'S DAY

Quietly as the. evening falls; silently as stars steal into the skv; tenderly as a mother hushes her chiild, lead us into a deeper I'eMow* ship with Thee, who art the true home of our spirits. Leslie We a the rh eud. Birth is holy, and childhood is ho'.y, and all a mother's Joy and a mother's cares are holy to the Lord; and every Christian mother with her babe in her arms is a token ami a sign from Clod, a pledge of His goodwill towards men. Charles Kingsley. "KIND HEART'* She may not own a fortune. Or drive the latest car, Not yet be called a beauty And taken for a "star": But all the same, she's kindly 4ml full of loving deeds She helps life's flowers to blossom And keeps away the weeds. She may not have much leisure. Nor dress as wel'l as some. She mav not buy "the latest," Nor have a modern home; But she is oh! so> friendly, With sirjii a thoughtful heart, She does those little quiet things That form so great a part Of that long list of kindly deeds We count no one by one; Her little kindly deeds are gems When all is said and done. fri size is not their greatness, (For some might pass them by). Such deeds of simple kindness Are deeds that never die. O. Burton. i "HOME" A house is just a bunch of rooms O'crtoppcd by one roof-tree; Four out walls—and. chimney-pots—■ And window?—doors . , . we see A hundred such whene'er we roam Along the. streets and down; Yes, hundreds of them, row on row.. All round about, the town. But when a house is home . . . All! then 'tis quite a different place;

OUR SUNDAY MESSAGE

For there we know the friendly feel And see the much-loved face. A hundred houses . . . but one Uome, ... And. what a joy complete When, past this house, and that, and that. We turn our homeward feet, And know, within our deepest heart Wherever we may roam, The grandest house is not as fine As that one house called home! O. Burton. A LAUNDRESS'S PRAYER As, O Lord, T wash these garments Soiled by contact with the earth, To restore their early beauty And their worth, Let, O Lord, my prayer be heard Wash me, cleanse me, by Thy Word. As, O Lord, 1 through the wringer For its. welfare pass each piece, Wring from me the. last pollution, Till it cease; Till before Thee f am seen Fresh and purified ami clean. As, O Lord, I pour the water Bearing hence the grimy stains To th' absorbing tidal river—(Naught remains) Let the flood-tide of Thy grace Bear away the last foul trace. As. O' Lord, the heated iron. O'er the wrinkled clothes T press, Do Thou .smoothe my wrinkled self with Love's caress. Till at length by all t'm viewed Re-created and renewed. J. P. Ede. WHY I DON'T GO TO THE PICTURES The parody on the excuses commonly made, for non-attendance at church is amusing: I never go to the pictures nowa-. days because: 1. My mother and father made me go too often Avhen I was young. 2. No one at the pictures ever •speaks to me. 3. Every time I go someone as(ks me for money. 4. The manager never visits me at my house. f>. The people who go don't, live, up to what the. films teach them.