Thy way is best, hold thou the chart,
Permit me but to know
Each day, the duties to perform,
Each hour, the way to go;
And I, thy will, shall strive to do,
As faith e'er stronger grows,
And knowledge into wisdom blends,
As stream to river flows,
Until at last I meet with thee.
—Frank L. Connor, The Progress Magazine.
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WAY, THE RIGHT
Wakutemani, a Sioux warrior, was an
acknowledged leader among the young Indians
of his tribe. He heard a woman missionary
tell the gospel story, but tho he felt
strangely drawn to Christianity, he threw
himself more ardently into the heathen
dances and practises. One day he said to the
missionary, "I will try your way without
leaving the old way for a year, and at the
end of that time I will follow the way that
has satisfied me." She taught him to pray
and gave him directions for living a clean,
straight life. At the end of the year
Wakutemani appeared painted and be-feathered
to lead the young braves in the old
war-dance. The dance was wild and calculated
to awaken all the savage instincts; but
during a pause in drum-beating, Wakutemani
stept into the center of the circle and motioned
for silence. "I said I would try both
ways. This way does not satisfy me. If
any others feel as I do, let them follow me."
Two young warriors, Many Bulls and White
Sitting Buffalo, rose silently and followed
him out of the ring. They went to the mission
house and said to the missionary, "We
wish to follow your way. Ours does not
satisfy." All three have now many years of
consistent Christian life to their credit, and
one has passed to his reward. (Text.)
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Way We Look at Things, The—See Moods Determining Desires.
Wayfarer, The—See Pilgrims, The.
Wayside Ministry—See Control, Divine.
WAYWARD, SEEKING THE
Dr. J. Wilbur Chapman tells this story:
On one of the last Sundays that I spent in
Philadelphia an Englishman gave an address
to our Sunday-school. He told how a young
girl had gone away to live a life of sin. He
said, "Her mother came to my minister and
asked him to find her daughter. The minister
said, 'Bring me every picture that you
have of yourself!' She brought him every
picture and the minister dipt his pen in the
red ink and wrote underneath the sweet face
these words: 'Come back.' These pictures
were placed in mission stations and halls.
One night the girl, on entering one of these
halls, found herself face to face with the
picture. As she saw that sweet face that had
looked down into hers with love, her eyes
were blinded with tears, and when she
brushed the tears away she read the two
words, 'Come back.' She made her way out
to the edge of the city, waited till night had
fallen and, going up to her old home she
put her hand upon the latch of the door and,
behold, it yielded! She had no sooner
crossed the threshold than she was in her
mother's arms. The first greeting she had
from her mother was this: 'My dear, this
door has never been fastened since you went
away.'" (Text.)
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Weak Will and Whisky—See Last Resort.
WEAKNESS AND STRENGTH
Storms may rend the giant oak
Yet may pass the floweret by;
Feeble lives may long be spared,
Strongest men may soonest die.
—Pastor Clark.
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WEAKNESS, CONSIDERATION FOR
The dialog below indicates a good way of practising the Pauline injunction in Phil. 2:4:
"Here, boy, let me have a paper." "Can't."
"Why not? I heard you crying them loud
enough to be heard at the city hall." "Yes,
but that was down t'other block, ye know,
where I hollered." "What does that matter?
Come, now, no fooling; I'm in a hurry."
"Couldn't sell you a paper on this here block,
mister, 'cause it b'longs to Limpy. He's just
up at the furdest end now. You'll meet him."
"And who is Limpy? And why does he
have this block?" "Cos us other kids agreed
to let him have it. Ye see, it's a good run,
'count of the offices all along, and the poor
chap is that lame he can't git around lively
like the rest of us, so we agreed that the
first one caught sellin' on his beat should be
thrashed. See?" "Yes, I see. You have
