how to tell stories to children-第34章
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ing to take his life； and David was kept away from his home and land as if he were an enemy。
But when King Saul died； the people chose David for their king； because there was no one so brave； so wise； or so faithful to God。 King David lived a long time； and made his people famous for victory and happiness； he had many troubles and many wars； but he always trusted that God would help him； and he never deserted his own people in any hard place。
After a battle； or when it was a holiday； or when he was very thankful for something； King David used to make songs； and sing them before the people。 Some of these songs were so beautiful that they have never been forgotten。 After all these hundreds and hundreds of years； we sing them still； we call them Psalms。
Often； after David had made a song； his chief musician would sing with him； as the people gathered to worship God。 Sometimes the singers were divided into two great choruses； and went to the service in two processions； then one chorus would sing a verse of David's song； and the other procession would answer with the next； and then both would sing together； it was very beautiful to hear。 Even now； we sometimes do that with the songs of David in our churches。
One of the Psalms that everybody loves is a song that David made when he remembered the days before he came to Saul's camp。 He remembered the days and nights he used to spend in the fields with the sheep； when he was just a shepherd boy； and he thought to himself that God had taken care of him just as carefully as he used to care for the little lambs。 It is a beautiful song； I wish we knew the music that David made for it； but we only know his words。 I will tell it to you now； and then you may learn it； to say for yourselves。
The Lord is my shepherd； I shall not want。
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures； he leadeth me beside the still waters。
He restoreth my soul； he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake。
Yea； though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death； I will fear no evil； for thou art with me； thy rod and thy staff they comfort me。
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies： thou anointest my head with oil； my cup runneth over。
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life； and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever。
THE HIDDEN SERVANTS＇1＇
＇1＇ Adapted； with quotations； from the poem in The Hidden Servants； by Francesca Alexander （Little； Brown & Co。）。
This is a legend about a hermit who lived long ago。 He lived high up on the mountain… side in a tiny cave； his food was roots and acorns； a bit of bread given by a peasant； or a cheese brought by a woman who wanted his prayers； his work was praying； and thinking about God。 For forty years he lived so； preaching to the people； praying for them； comforting them in trouble； and； most of all； worshiping in his heart。 There was just one thing he cared about： it was to make his soul so pure and perfect that it could be one of the stones in God's great Temple of Heaven。
One day； after the forty years； he had a great longing to know how far along he had got with his work；how it looked to the Heavenly Father。 And he prayed that he might be shown a man
〃Whose soul in the heavenly grace had grown To the selfsame measure as his own； Whose treasure on the celestial shore Could neither be less than his nor more。〃
As he looked up from his prayer； a white…robed angel stood in the path before him。 The hermit bowed before the messenger with great gladness； for he knew that his wish was answered。 〃Go to the nearest town；〃 the angel said； 〃and there； in the public square； you will find a mountebank （a clown） making the people laugh for money。 He is the man you seek； his soul has grown to the selfsame stature as your own； his treasure on the celestial shore is neither less than yours nor more。〃
When the angel had faded from sight； the hermit bowed his head again； but this time with great sorrow and fear。 Had his forty years of prayer been a terrible mistake； and was his soul indeed like a clown； fooling in the market…place？ He knew not what to think。 Almost he hoped he should not find the man； and could believe that he had dreamed the angel vision。 But when he came； after a long； toilful walk； to the village； and the square； alas！ there was the clown； doing his silly tricks for the crowd。
The hermit stood and looked at him with terror and sadness； for he felt that he was looking at his own soul。 The face he saw was thin and tired； and though it kept a smile or a grin for the people； it seemed very sad to the hermit。 Soon the man felt the hermit's eyes； he could not go on with his tricks。 And when he had stopped and the crowd had left； the hermit went and drew the man aside to a place where they could rest； for he wanted more than anything else on earth to know what the man's soul was like； because what it was； his was。
So； after a little； he asked the clown； very gently； what his life was； what it had been。 And the clown answered； very sadly； that it was just as it looked；a life of foolish tricks； for that was the only way of earning his bread that he knew。
〃But have you never been anything different？〃 asked the hermit； painfully。
The clown's head sank in his hands。 〃Yes； holy father；〃 he said； 〃I have been something else。 I was a thief！ I once belonged to the wickedest band of mountain robbers that ever tormented the land； and I was as wicked as the worst。〃
Alas！ The hermit felt that his heart was breaking。 Was this how he looked to the Heavenly Father；like a thief； a cruel mountain robber？ He could hardly speak； and the tears streamed from his old eyes； but he gathered strength to ask one more question。 〃I beg you；〃 he said； 〃if you have ever done a single good deed in your life； remember it now； and tell it to me；〃 for he thought that even one good deed would save him from utter despair。
〃Yes； one；〃 the clown said； 〃but it was so small； it is not worth telling； my life has been worthless。〃
〃Tell me that one！〃 pleaded the hermit。
〃Once；〃 said the man； 〃our band broke into a convent garden and stole away one of the nuns； to sell as a slave or to keep for a ransom。 We dragged her with us over the rough； long way to our mountain camp； and set a guard over her for the night。 The poor thing prayed to us so piteously to let her go！ And as she begged； she looked from one hard face to another with trusting； imploring eyes； as if she could not believe men could be really bad。 Father； when her eyes met mine something pierced my heart！ Pity and shame leaped up； for the first time； within me。 But I made my face as hard and cruel as the rest； and she turned away； hopeless。
〃When all was dark and still； I stole like a cat to where she lay bound。 I put my hand on her wrist and whispered； ‘Trust me； and I will take you safely home。' I cut her bonds with my knife； and she looked at me to show that she trusted。 Father； by terrible ways that I knew； hidden from the others； I took her safe to the convent gate。 She knocked； they opened； and she slipped inside。 And； as she left me； she turned and said； ‘God will remember。'
〃That was all。 I could not go back to the old bad life； and I had never learned an honest way to earn my bread。 So I became a clown； and must be a clown until I die。〃
〃No！ no！ my son；〃 cried the hermit； and now his tears were tears of joy。 〃God has remembered； your soul is in his sight even as mine； who have prayed and preached for forty years。 Your treasure waits for you on the heavenly shore just as mine does。〃
〃As YOURS？ Father； you mock me！〃 said the clown。
But when the hermit told him the story of his prayer and the angel's answer； the poor clown was transfigured with joy； for he knew that his sins were forgiven。 And when the hermit went home to his mountain； the clown went with him。 He； too； became a hermit； and spent his time in praise and prayer。
Together they lived； and worked； and helped the poor。 And when； after two years； the man who had been a clown died； the hermit felt that he had lost a brother holier than himself。
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