Object Lessons

Eager Workers

Objects: Hens

I stood, one day, watching a mother hen with her brood of ten tiny chickens hovering about her. She led those chicks all around and every time she picked up a bug or worm she would chew it a bit then give it to one of her children. And if I came near she would ruffle up those feathers about twice her natural size and lower her head and start for me with a fierce look in her eyes. As I watched this little family a big fine feathered rooster with proud head in the air came strutting by demanding attention. He jumped up on a near-by fence and grandly flapped his beautiful wings and crowed. Well, he was a beautiful, strong bird and I really didn't blame him for crowing—although that is hardly enough to crow about, is it?

My attention was soon diverted again to the hen who evidently had seen a little bug on the other side of the fence and was climbing through, and when her chicks were all through, she went to scratch, scratch, scratching. And the rooster, self-satisfied, went right on blowing his trumpet.

Now it's perfectly fine to crow for our church, but I'm wondering if that isn't about all some people do for it. Boys and girls, this church needs some scratching done. God put you here to scratch not only for yourselves but that others in far fields might know about the Gospel of Christ, too.


Objects: Bumble Bees

Certainly one of the most distinguished and useful insects of this animal world of ours is that highly colored, hairy, rather fear-inspiring bumble bee. The honey bee makes that very sweet honey we all like so well—but it is the bumble bee that makes it possible for honey to be made.

There is a saying which goes like this: "Red clover grows thickest where there are cats." What has that to do with our friend, the bumble bee? Just this—the cats kill the field mice which would otherwise destroy the homes and the nests of the bumble bee, for you see it is the bumble bee that spreads the pollen of the clover from one blossom to another, thus causing the seeds to develop and so, more clover. Our friend does the same thing with the apple tree blossoms; if he didn't, there would be no apples.

I hope, now, when you look out over a field of clover or an apple orchard you will think of the bumble bee and whatever you do never, never kill one of these, our best friends.

If one buzzes around your head I think you should consider it a fine compliment for he must think you are sweet—I hope you are, in disposition, always—anyway he won't sting you unless you begin to slap him. You don't like to be slapped either, do you? The bumble bee never looks for trouble, and I'm sure the reason is because God gave him work to do and he is always busy doing it. I'm sure if we all worked harder for God through the Church of Christ we would have less time to grumble and complain, and we would be happier.

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