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Sneaking into the Fort Dix Army base in New Jersey had been my idea. I’d thought it was safe when we planned our

escapade. Now I wasn’t so sure. I was 12 years old and thinking of adventure

when I convinced my two friends, Eddie and Sean, to join my mother and me on a week’s visit to my

grandmother’s house. Grandma lived out in the country off a dirt road near the back entrance to Fort Dix.

B Y J I M M C D E V I T TIllustrated by Shane L. Johnson

The Rattle of

Disobedience put me and my friends in danger.

MachineGuns MachineGuns MachineGunsT he rat-tat-tat of machine gun fire

erupted from the other side of the

thick woods. My buddies and I exchanged quick

looks, trying to hide our fright.

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In previous summers when I had visited Grandma with my older broth-ers, we’d seen jeeps and truckloads of soldiers entering Fort Dix through this back entrance. They passed in front of Grandma’s house with dust flying from the wheels.

Grandma often warned us not to go into Fort Dix. “The soldiers are always firing their weapons on the ranges near the back entrance to the fort,” she said. Sometimes while my

brothers and I were play-ing ball in the large field next to Grandma’s house, we would hear

loud explosions off in the distance that shook the ground where we stood. From dawn until dark six days a week the soldiers fired rifles, machine guns, and artillery. But by the end of a summer with Grandma, I would be used to it.

This time it was Sunday, and I had never before heard machine gun fire on

We reached the sign marked “No Trespassing.”

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When Eddie, Sean, and Jim trespassed on a military base in the story “The Rattle of Machine Guns,” they quickly expe-rienced one of the consequences of breaking the law: fear. Something similar happened when the first humans, Adam and Eve, disobeyed God. God had given them one rule: don’t

eat the fruit from a certain tree. But they ate it anyway, and not long afterward they were hiding in the bushes in ter-

ror when God came to visit.If you find yourself in an activity in which you’re

always looking over your shoulder, hoping not to get caught, it’s a clue that you may not be on the right path. Fortunately, God is always ready to help us make good choices so we don’t have to live in fear.

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Sundays. Eddie, Sean, and I decided this was our chance.

After lying to my mother and tell-ing her we were going fishing in the small creek near Grandma’s property, we walked along the stream until we found a narrow spot where we could jump to the other side. As we did this, two black snakes, each about a foot long, slithered out of the rocks along the bank and scared us half to death. We followed the stream to a place where it joined the dirt road leading into Fort Dix.

When we reached the sign marked “No Trespassing,” we ignored it, stop-ping only long enough to read the warning underneath: “THIS IS A MILI-TARY INSTALLATION, AND ALL TRES-PASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTED TO THE FULLEST EXTENT OF THE LAW.”

Undaunted, we walked on, eager to explore the ranges where all the firing came from. The military isn’t going to prosecute 12-year-old boys, we told ourselves.

We walked what must have been

five miles, but it felt like 20, until we reached another sign marked “DANGER.” Underneath in smaller letters it said, “You are entering a firing range area. Stay on the paths. Do not enter the fields because of unexploded ordnance.”

“Maybe we should go back,” some-one said. I think all of us were scared, but none of us wanted to admit it. Foolishly we went forward, walking on the paths until we reached the actual firing range.

For souvenir hunters, it was perfect. We were on a rifle range. Empty shells were scattered all along the firing line. We picked up fired cartridges and un-fired blanks and began stuffing them into our backpacks.

Then we heard machine gun fire in the distance. Soon rifle fire joined the machine gun fire, and the noise got louder.

“We’d better get out of here. Someone might be coming,” I said to my friends. We hurried back along the paths to get out of the danger area.


Our hearts felt as if they were going to jump out of our chests. Finally we reached the road leading

out of the fort.We were all sweating

now. Bugs we hadn’t noticed before swarmed over us, and we

swatted at them as we walked along the road.

In the distance we heard the sound of a motor. “Some-body’s coming! Into the woods!” I yelled. We dashed

into the woods and fell to the ground, hoping we were out of sight. There must have been

a beehive nearby, because bees swarmed around our heads.

An army truck barreled along the road. Whoever was in it didn’t see us. We returned to the road, fortunate not to have been stung or discovered, and continued our trek. It seemed to be taking forever to reach the exit. Then in the distance we heard more motors.

As the vehicles approached, we could see plumes of dust spiraling up into the sky. It was a military convoy, and now we would be caught. We were all so exhausted from running, walking, and sweating that none of us wanted to hide.

The jeep leading the convoy quickly approached. The officer

Why It’s Important to Tell the Truth

Picture this: Jesus just doesn’t feel like going to church, so He makes up a story. “Mom, My stomach feels terrible. In fact, I think I might throw up. You’d better go to synagogue without Me.”

Hopefully that scenario is pretty hard to imagine. That’s because Jesus wanted nothing more than to reflect the character of His heav-enly Father, and that didn’t include lying.

There are plenty of reasons to tell the truth: it can keep you out of trouble and help build a good reputation, which leads others to trust you no matter what. But the most basic reason is because honesty is part of who God is. If you claim to be His child, you’ll want to reflect His character.



in it said something to the driver, and the entire column slowed down. The officer half stood in his open jeep, holding onto the windshield, and yelled at us, “You’d better get out of here. The military police are behind us!” Then the officer spoke again to the driver, sat down, and the convoy accelerated in a cloud of dust, disap-pearing quickly into the distance.

Never in my life had I been so scared. As we walked along the road, we all kept looking over our shoul-ders, expecting to see military police in a jeep bearing down on us.

But for some reason, the military police never arrived to arrest us. We made it out of Fort Dix and down the dirt road to Grandma’s house just as it was getting dark.

Mom met us at the door, and I knew from the look on her face how

upset she was. She knew I had lied to her about going fishing, and then when she checked our backpacks, she found blanks and empty shells from the firing range.

I learned a lesson in obedience that day. The shame I felt for lying to my mother and the embarrassment I caused myself, my mother, and my grand-mother were emotions I didn’t forget. Eddie, Sean, and I never spoke of our adventures again, because I think we all were embarrassed by our behavior.

We were thankful we weren’t arrested or injured. And I’m pretty sure our guardian angels were relieved when that day was over, too!


BY BRUCE ROBINSON SMILE FILE

Q: I have an acne problem on my face, and I want it

to clear up now! What can I do?

A: Although I am not a derma-tologist (skin doctor), I am happy to share what I’ve

learned from years of dealing with acne. Here are four DON’Ts. 1. Don’t expect acne to go away now. There is no quick fix. 2. Don’t pick the pimples. This can lead to scars and infections. 3. Don’t overmedicate your skin. Whether you use over-the-counter products or prescription medications, follow the directions. 4. Don’t cover pimples with makeup. This may clog pores and worsen the problem.

Now let’s look at the DOs. Follow-ing these guidelines for a healthy body will increase your chances for healthy skin. To remember the eight guide-lines, use the phrase NEWSTART.

Nutrition: Eat a balanced diet, including fruits, vegetables, grains, and other healthy foods.

Exercise: Walking is a great way to

give your heart and your muscles a workout.Water:

Drink plenty of clean, clear water.

Sunshine: 15 minutes in the sun one to two times per week without sunscreen seems to be a safe amount that allows your body to produce vitamin D, an important nutrient.

Temperance: Be careful not to put harmful substances into your body. This includes tobacco, alcohol, and drugs. Things that are OK to eat should be used in moderation.

Air: When you are outside walking in the sunshine, be sure to take deep breaths of fresh air.

Rest: Don’t get too busy for sleep. Trust in God: Prayer and Bible study

will keep you close to Him and far from worry.

While following these guidelines won’t make acne go away now, it will probably help over time. If you try these healthy tips and still have acne problems, you may need to see a dermatologist.

B Y C H A R M A I N E M A T T H E W S

FOR GIRLS

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God-centered advice for your tough problems

FOR GUYS

Q: My friends say bad words, and

I sometimes catch my-self saying the same bad words. How can I stop?

A: Think duct tape.I’m not kidding, man!

Now, the duct tape I’m refer-ring to is not the ordinary kind. It’s the “Do U C The Tiny Ant Pushing an Elephant” type. In other words, a little thing can sometimes cause big things to happen!

That’s what can happen with your tongue. Yes, that little pink muscle behind your teeth. In Spanish we say “pequeña pero matona,” which means “small but lethal.”

The Bible puts it this way: “A bit in the mouth of a horse controls the whole horse. A small rudder on a huge ship in the hands of a skilled captain sets a course in the face of the strongest winds. A word out of your mouth may seem of no account, but it can accomplish nearly

anything—or destroy it! It only takes a spark, remember, to set off a

forest fire. A careless or wrongly placed word out

of your mouth can do that. By our speech we can ruin the world, turn harmony to chaos, throw mud on a reputation, send the whole world up in smoke and go up in smoke with it” (James 3:4-6,

Message).* So the next time you feel tempted to say

bad words, remem-ber the duct tape and tell yourself: “There’s no way I’m going to let this little tongue of mine get me in trouble!” And then

repeat with David: “May the words of

my mouth and the meditation of my heart be

pleasing in your sight, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer” (Psalm 19:14).

*Texts credited to Message are from The

Message. Copyright © 1993, 1994, 1995,

1996, 2000, 2001, 2002. Used by permission

of NavPress Publishing Group.

B Y J O S U É S Á N C H E Z

A word out of your

mouth can accomplish

nearly anything—or

destroy it!


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B utterflies fluttered in my stomach

as I looked at the huge building.

“Daddy, this school is monstrous!”

We had just moved from California to Oregon, and this was my first day at the new school. It was a far cry from the small private school I had attended.

“Yes, my little Cocoa Loco,” he replied, using the nickname I’d gotten from loving cocoa and

A S T O L D T O V E R N A P O L L O C KB Y C . M O R G A N A N D E R S O NDigital photo illustration by Terrill Thomas

My Messed -up MomDrugs had wreaked havoc in the homes of Brianna and Cathy.


My Messed -up Mom


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being silly. “It is big, about a thousand students, I’m told. However, you will make friends and know your way around in no time.” He walked me to my classroom, hugged me briefly, and whispered, “Bye. See you later.”

Mrs. Brown smiled warmly as she introduced me to the class and assigned me a seat. I began to relax a little. As soon as I sat down, some-one tapped me on the shoulder.

“Hi, Cathy, I’m Brianna,” the girl behind me whispered. I smiled in

return. It seemed I had one friend already.

At lunchtime Brianna walked with me to the cafeteria. “Some of the kids go home for lunch,” she said. “I usu-ally stay here. Will you be staying for lunch most of the time?”

“I’m sure I will, “ I answered. “My dad works all day, and my little brother is in kindergarten and day care.”

“Oh,” Brianna replied. “Does your mother work too?”

I hesitated a moment, reluctant to reveal my sad secret. But Brianna had been so nice that I thought she might understand. “My mom and dad are divorced, so my little brother and I are living with our dad.”

“I’m sorry,” Brianna said, and quickly changed the subject.

In ancient Greece the city of Sparta was a tightly controlled military town. Spartan boys

were taken from their homes at age 7 and raised in military barracks until age 30. During

this time they were trained as warriors and ate mainly black broth and watered-down

wine. After age 30, a man was allowed to find a wife and marry but could not leave the

army or have a house of his own until age 60. Girls were treated similarly in all-female

units. All of these soldier-citizens were supported by farmers called helots who lived in

the neighboring countryside. The helots were essentially slaves and were under continual

occupation by the Spartan army. They lived in fear of roving bands of teenage

soldiers who destroyed property and terrorized the people.—Sailing

the Wine-dark Sea

Spartan lifeRandom Fact File

I hesitated a moment,

reluctant to reveal my secret.


Dad was waiting for me after school, just as he had said he would be. Although I had enjoyed my first day, I was very happy to see his familiar face. I suddenly missed my old home, school, and friends very much. More than that, I missed my mom.

I lay awake that night, as usual, thinking about her and crying. “Why did Mom and Dad have to get a divorce? Couldn’t they have worked it out somehow? Why did my mother get into drugs? And why did we have to move so far away?” I asked God angrily, over and over again.

In time I made many friends, but Brianna was always my special friend. One day Brianna hung out at my house for a while. “Can I come back tomorrow?” she asked as she was leaving.

“I’d like that,” I replied. “But I have church tomorrow morning. Maybe you could come in the afternoon and go to the evening meeting with me after supper. Our youth group is doing a special program. Why don’t you call your mom and see if it’s OK?”

Brianna was excited about that. She had been to church only once in her life, when her grandmother had taken her. “Sounds fun,” she said. She called

and got permission to spend the after-noon with me the next day.

When we got home from church, Brianna was waiting on the porch. We had a fun afternoon playing games and talking, and then we went to the evening meeting.

“I hope you don’t mind sitting with my dad,” I told Brianna. “I have to sit in the front pew with my youth group.”

Brianna was fine with that. But several times during the program I turned to see how she was doing. I wondered how she liked it. On the way home Brianna told me, “Your church is pretty cool. My parents never took me. In fact, my dad left us right after I was born. He just walked away, and I’ve seen him only one time since.”

“I’m really sorry, Brianna. Unfortu-nately, I know how you feel.”

“Why did my mother get into

drugs?”


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The next morning we talked and laughed as Dad’s beat-up truck took us to Brianna’s

house. She wanted me to stay at her house the next weekend, but Dad had a rule that I couldn’t stay at anyone’s house unless he’d met their parents first. Giving Brianna a ride home meant that he could meet her mom.

The house was a small, run-down, faded blue structure on a littered street just a few blocks behind Wal-Mart. As we pulled up to the house, Brianna said, “By the way, Mom and I are living with my aunt right now.”

Just then her aunt came outside, and Brianna introduced her to Dad and me. Brianna’s aunt greeted us cautiously and said that Brianna’s mom had a bad headache and was resting. She then excused herself and disappeared inside.

“So, is it OK if I stay?” I asked Dad.

He hesitated and then said, “Sure. Just give me a call if you need any-thing.”

Brianna and I sat on the swing awhile. Then we took a walk around the block before going inside. As I followed Brianna into the house, I was hit by a strong odor that I recognized instantly: cigarettes and marijuana. Weariness swept over me, and a mas-sive headache began. I was in a drug addict’s house.

Through the haze I saw them— Brianna’s mom and some of her friends, sitting around listlessly, smok-ing. Their eyes viewed our entrance, but no one acknowledged our pres-ence. Memories of my mother over-whelmed me. Nauseated, I turned and pushed past Brianna. She followed.

“I’m sorry! I never should have invited you here. But Mom said she wasn’t doing drugs anymore. She promised me she wouldn’t!” Brianna gasped between sobs.

“Brianna, I know all about it. My mother is a drug addict too. She made so many promises to me and my dad but never kept them.”

I decided to walk home. As I trudged along, I tearfully asked God once again, “Why? Why my mom? Why Brianna’s mom? Dad said we moved to begin a new life, but it’s the same here as it was in California. Please, God, help Brianna and me and both our moms!”

At home I plunked down under the shade of a big tree, not wanting to talk to anyone. Gradually my heart


Find Real Hope HereIf you’re living in a home where

a parent has a substance abuse problem, here’s help. Alateen is an organization with local chapters where you can find support and ideas for helping your loved one get his or her life back on track. Go to www.al-anon.alateen.org/alateen. Be sure to click on “Is Alateen for You?” The information here talks about alcohol, but it applies to other drugs as well.

Birds called American dippers hunt for food by swimming to the bottom of a mountain

stream, then running along the river bottom, poking under stones looking for

insect larvae. Dippers eat mayfly, beetle, and mosquito larvae, as well as snails, worms,

fish eggs, and small fish. Dippers can dive as deep as 20 feet below the surface of a

stream. Black skimmers are another type of bird that hunts in the water. Skimmers fly

just above the surface of the water. The long lower part of their bill slices through the

water, snagging fish swimming just under the surface. The lower part of the

black skimmer’s bill grows twice as fast as the upper part, since

friction from the water wears it down.—Bizarre Birds

Random Fact FileWater-loving birds

steadied and a deep peace flowed over me. It was as if God was speak-ing, telling me that He loves me very much and that He loves my mom and Brianna’s mom as well.

God’s unspoken answer came to my mind: “Love them, Cathy. Let My love shine through you, and someday they too will see the light. Keep on praying and trusting Me.”

I believe God wants me to learn from my experiences how important it is to stay away from drugs. He also wants me to know that I’m no better than anyone else. We’re all sinners, yet Jesus died to save each one of us.

Recently my mother has been making progress. I don’t see her very often, but when I do she hugs me

and tells me that she loves me. God has given me patience and wisdom to stand by her, and perhaps one day soon we’ll be together again.


Go d’s Promis e for To u gh Tim es

When you go through a difficult experience, as Brianna and Cathy did in “My Messed-up Mom,” it helps to know that God is there with you. On the opposite page, start at GD and find your way through the letter maze by following the directions provided by the second letter of each pair: L for left, R for right, U for up, and D for down. Connect the pairs as you go. Stop when you reach a spot with no second letter. Then place the first letter of each connected pair in order on the lines to read a promise from God.

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Bloodhound

Labrador Retriever

C R E A T O R ’ S S I G N A T U R E

I ’m thinking of an animal that can weigh anywhere

from two pounds to more than 200 pounds. Some

of these animals, fully grown, would fit in the palm of your

hand. Others can look a kid in the eye when they’re standing

on all fours.

B Y R O N R E E S E

Dogs From herding sheep to detecting bombs, these animals do an amazing variety of jobs.

A DOG’S LIFEWhile the average dog lives to be about 15

years old, the oldest dog on record was a heeler from Queensland, Australia, named Bluey. He lived to be nearly 30 years old.


Chihuahua

Great Dane

Rule!One out of every

three households in the U.S. owns one or more of these pets. Can you guess which animal I’m talking about? Wait a minute. Did the pictures give it away? OK, you’re right—I’m talking about dogs.

Dogs can be as small as a Chihua-hua, merely a few inches high. Or they can be as tall as a Great Dane or an Irish wolfhound, which are 2.5 to 3 feet high at the shoulders. The tallest dog in the world is a spotted Great Dane named Gibson. Gibson is 42.2 inches tall when standing on all fours. When he stands on his rear legs, he is

seven feet tall! At 170 pounds Gibson is a

pretty heavy dog. But there’s a shorter dog that outweighs him by more than 100 pounds! The heaviest dog in the world is a mastiff named Hercules that weighs 284 pounds.

According to DNA testing, the dogs we enjoy today as house pets are distant descendants of the wolf. Thou-sands of years ago ancestors of our modern dogs ran wild in Europe and Asia. Oddly enough, Australian din-goes (wild dogs) can trace their roots back to a few domesticated dogs that were introduced to the continent at least


Australian Dingoes

Chihuahua

North American Wolf

Golden Retriever

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3,500 years ago. And the dogs they originated from are descendants of wolves found in Asia.

Down through time humans have selectively bred various dogs until today there are more

than 400 different breeds, developed for various purposes. Dogs have been bred and trained to assist, to detect, to guard, to herd, to hunt, to provide therapy, and to rescue.

Assistance dogs help the seeing- and hearing-impaired, people who have seizures, and those with mental handicaps. These dogs can also help

people detect when they are about to experience

some health conditions,

such as diabetic emergencies. Labra-dor retrievers and German shepherds are two common assistance dogs.

One assistance dog without a pedi-gree was a mother dog brought to an animal shelter along with six puppies from her litter of 14. Someone at the shelter named her Bridgette. Bridgette was given to a man who had seizures and had injured himself quite bad-ly several times. Bridgette would let the man know when he was about to have a seizure so he could lie down and not get hurt.

Other dogs are called detection dogs. They use their sense of smell to help

their owners. Some of these dogs have been

trained to detect substances such as illegal drugs and

explosive materials. Guard dogs protect people


English Sheepdog

Pointer

and property. Dobermans, rottweilers, and German shepherds are often used for this purpose. The Great Pyrenees breed was bred to protect sheep.

Herding dogs, such as border col-lies and Old English sheepdogs, were bred to herd sheep from one pasture to another.

Hunting dogs, such as pointers and retrievers, were bred to help people hunt animals for food.

Some dogs are good therapy dogs. These dogs are friendly and gentle. They can provide comfort to people in hospitals and nursing homes.

Rescue dogs, such as Saint Bernards and bloodhounds, have a keen sense of smell that helps them search for missing persons. The large Newfoundland breed has saved people from the water. Many shipwrecked passengers and sailors have been saved off the coast of Newfoundland alone.

In 1815 a Newfoundland rescued Napoleon Bonaparte as he escaped from the island of Elba. The general had been knocked overboard by rough seas, but the dog kept him

afloat until he could reach safety.How were these breeds developed

to have such special skills? Over the years people have noticed various dogs that demonstrated certain physical or behavioral characteristics. They bred these dogs with other dogs that dem-onstrated the same traits. Generations of litters later, we have dogs with the desired look and behavior. But who was it that placed the genetic potential for such a wide range of physical char-acteristics in these animals in the first place? None other than the Creator Himself. Maybe God did it because He knew we humans would need a com-panion that could assist us in difficult situations, detect harmful substances, guard us, protect our animals, rescue us, and love us.

What a great pet! What an awe-some God!

YOUR SENSITIVE PETWhereas humans have 5 million cells for the sense of smell,

dogs have many more. A dachshund, for instance, has 125 million “sniffer” cells, and a fox terrier has 147 million. The German shep-herd (known as the Alsatian in Britain) is referred to as the “sniffer dog.” It has 220 million of these odor-detecting cells in its nose.

Dogs don’t see colors as well as humans. However, they see things better from side to side than people do. And un-like humans, they have excellent night vision.

Dogs also have superb hearing. They can hear things 250 yards away that most people can’t hear from more than 25 yards away.


G L O B A L T R E K



C oncealed by the tall grass, the five boys crouched

in the shadows. They were ready to spring on the

girl making her way up the steep, winding stone

stairway. The full moon cast an eerie glow on her,

but the boys couldn’t see her face.

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The attackers were about to see a most startling sight.

El Fantasma de La Llorona

Los asaltantes estaban por ver una asombrosa aparición.

O cultados por la hierba alta, los cinco

muchachos se escondían en las som-

bras. Estaban preparados para asaltar a la muchacha

que venía subiendo las largas y empinadas escaleras de

piedra. La luna llena la iluminaba de manera tene-

brosa, pero los muchachos no lograban verle la

cara.

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Suddenly one of the boys gasped and crossed himself. The figure was veiled head to toe in long, dark robes that flowed behind her in the wind. Her face was hooded—or was it that she had no face?

All five young men began to tremble.

Just then the figure stopped, turn-ing straight toward them. She opened her arms wide, and the boys, to their horror, heard the unmistakable sound of desperate weeping.

“It’s La Llorona!” one boy screeched. With screams of terror they fled for their lives, calling on the virgin Mary and all the saints.

La Llorona sup-posedly was the ghost of a woman who—as the legend went in Colom-bia, South America—would some-times appear to wicked men, wailing for her murdered children.

But now, on this night, La Llorona was left standing alone. A cloud hid the moon, and in the darkness she smiled.

The next day at the neighborhood store I overheard one of the

boys telling his story. “Her face was a skull, with burning eyes! She had great wings like a bat, and her hands were only bloody bones!”

De repente, uno de los jóvenes jadeó y se santiguó. La figura que subía estaba cubierta con un largo velo oscuro que oscilaba tras ella en el viento. Su rostro estaba encapuchado, o sería . . . ¿que no tenía rostro?

Los cinco jóvenes comenzaron a temblar.

Justo en ese momento la figura se detuvo, y se dio vuelta encarándolos. Abrió los brazos completamente, y los muchachos, horrorizados, oyeron el

sonido inconfundible de un llanto desesperado.

“¡Es La Llorona!”, chilló uno de los muchachos. Con gritos de pavor huyeron por sus vidas, mientras rezaban a la Vir-gen y a todos los santos.

La Llorona era supuestamente el fan-

tasma de una mujer quien, según la leyenda en Colombia, Sudamérica, se le aparecía llorando por el asesinato de sus hijos a los hombres malvados.

Y ahora, en esa noche, La Llorona quedó sola. Una nube ocultó la luna, y ella sonrió en la oscuridad.

E l día siguiente en la tienda del barrio oí por casualidad a uno de los muchachos

que contaba su historia. “Su rostro era una calavera ¡con ojos ardientes! Tenía grandes alas como las de un murcié-lago, ¡y sus manos eran sólo huesos ensangrentados!”

Quienes lo rodeaban se santiguaron.

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The boys fled for

their lives.


Those crowded around crossed themselves.

I smothered a snicker and peeked under my arm. No bat wings there. The skin on my face and hands was just fine, too. Still, I had no doubt that the boy had seen strange things. The moonlight, drugs, and fear had all played a part.

Yes, I’d been La Llorona that night. I hadn’t intended to be, but when I’d seen the attackers lying in wait, I had done the first thing that came to mind. I normally wouldn’t walk around that area alone at that hour, but I’d been at a meeting. It had run so late that I’d missed the last bus. The meeting was at a synagogue for Jews who believe in Jesus; that’s why I’d worn a veil and long dress. Walking home, I’d worried a little about whom I might encounter. I must admit, the legend of La Llorona and other haunts had crossed my mind too, even though I don’t believe in that stuff.

Now I know that superstitious minds are easy to play tricks on. I also realize that the devil and his evil angels can fake a ghostly “haunting.” But I grow in courage when I recall this Bible verse: “Fear of man will prove to be a snare, but whoever trusts in the Lord is kept safe” (Proverbs 29:25).

Reí disimuladamente y miré debajo de mi brazo. No habían alas de murciélago. La piel de mi rostro y de mis manos también estaban bien. No dudé que ese muchacho había visto cosas raras. La luz de la luna, las drogas y el temor habían jugado una parte en esto.

Sí, yo fui La Llorona esa noche. No fue mi intención serlo, pero cuando vi a los asaltantes que esperaban, hice lo primero que se me vino a la mente.

Normalmente no caminaba sola por ese lugar a esas horas de la noche. Había salido de una reunión, se me había hecho tarde, y había perdido el último bus. La reunión

se realizó en una sinagoga para los judíos que creen en Jesús: y por eso vestía un velo y vestido largo. Al ir a casa me había preocupado un poco por quién podría encontrar. Debo confesar, que la leyenda de La Llorona y otras apariciones me habían pasado por la mente también, aunque no creo en esas cosas.

Ahora sé que se puede engañar fácilmente a las personas de mentes supersticiosas. También sé que el diablo y sus ángeles pueden simular “apariciones”. Pero me fortalezco al recordar este versículo de la Biblia: “El temor del hombre pondrá lazo; mas el que confía en Jehová será exalta-do” (Proverbios 29:25, RVR1960).*


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Some people believe that ghosts haunt houses and try to communicate with us from beyond the

grave. You may have seen “ghosts” on TV or in movies. But are ghosts really . . . real?

Did you know that Jesus’ followers (disciples) thought Jesus was a ghost—twice? (Check out Matthew 14 and Luke 24 for the stories.)

Both times Jesus reassured His shaken followers that they didn’t need to be afraid. The following activities will help you learn the real deal about “ghosts.”

1. Put the words of Matthew 14:27 in order to find Jesus’ message to his dis-ciples when they saw Him walking on water and thought He was a ghost:

Word Bank: it don’t be courage is take I afraidMessage: “_______ ___________! ____ ____ ____. _______ ____

_________.”

2. The Bible mentions two types of supernatural beings in Romans 8:38. What are they? Unscramble the letters below to find out:

SLEGAN __ __ __ __ __ __ (beings of light who are God’s messengers) MEDSNO __ __ __ __ __ __ (evil angels who do the work of Satan)

So where do ghosts fit in? Even though the Bible doesn’t say that ghosts are demons, it makes sense. Why? Because the Bible teaches that dead people sleep until Jesus wakes them up (1 Thessalonians 4:13-19) and they don’t come back from the grave to float around or haunt people (Job 7:9, 10).

Second Corinthians 11:14 says that Satan sometimes pretends to be an angel of light. If he can do that, it would be easy for him to masquerade as a dead loved one, a scary creature, a ghost—well, you get the idea.

Sure, there are some scary things in this world. But here’s the good news: God is bigger, stronger, and more powerful than anything else you’ll ever encounter. And He’s on your side!

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Suppertime SilliesHave you ever been scared of something that turned out to be nothing? Have each person at the table share a funny story about his or her experience.

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When You Feel AfraidUnscramble each of the clue words from “What’s Up With Ghosts?” Place the

numbered letters in the boxes at the bottom to learn what the Bible says to do instead of fearing satanic powers. (Answers on p. 30)

Puzzle created with Puzzlemaker from Discovery Channel School (puzzlemaker.discoveryeducation.com).

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Heaven ly Ride

God’s provision matched the family’s need.A


Mom looked at Dad and asked, “What do you think is wrong with the car, Frank?”

Dad shrugged his shoulders and stared out into the dark night. “I don’t have a clue. It just quit running.”

Worried thoughts raced through his mind. What shall we do? We’re many miles from home. It’s late. Who would have room for a family of six to ride with them? Should I try to get

a ride to the nearest town? I don’t

want to leave Mom and the children here alone in the dark!

“What are we going to do, Dad?” The children’s voices added to the concerns already expressed by Mom.

“Well, kids, I don’t know exactly. But I do know that the first thing we should do is pray. It’s amazing how God has a way of working things out when we ask Him.”

Everyone bowed their heads while Dad prayed earnestly that God would protect them and send someone

to help them with this late-night dilemma. “And,

I t was dark, and it was late—a pretty bad time to be

sitting alongside the road with car trouble!


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ill I leave you; never will I forsake you.’” W

hen You Feel Afraid, p. 27: ghost, Jesus, scary, Bible, disciples, afraid, w

ater, walk, courage, grave, angels, dem

ons; “Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from

you” (James 4:7).

please, dear Lord, send us someone with a car big enough so we can all fit in.”

The children sat quietly after Dad closed his prayer. “Let’s sit here for a little bit and see what God might do to work this out,” Mom suggested.

A few minutes passed as they sat in the quiet darkness. Everyone was startled to see headlights pull up behind them. “I hope it’s someone who can help us,” commented Mom prayerfully.

Dad opened the car door and stepped out. The driver of the other vehicle walked toward him. “Having car problems?” the stranger questioned.

“We sure are,” Dad replied. “The trouble is, I don’t have any idea what kind of problem we’re having. The car just quit on us.”

“Well,” the stranger answered, “I doubt there is anything I can do for you out here in the dark. I could give you a ride into the next town, if that would help.”

“Would you possibly have room for my family, too?” Dad hardly dared to ask. After all, how many people driv-ing down the road have room to add six passengers?

The stranger laughed. “Just so happens that I do! Get your fam-ily, and let’s be on our way.” Dad instructed the family to get out and come with him. “Yep, I have plenty of room,” the stranger said, chuck-

ling. “I’m driving a limousine!”What fun it was to climb into

the luxurious car! The children were delighted. “Just wait till we get to school! I’ll bet we’ll be the only kids there who have ridden in a lim-bosene,” Andy whispered.

“It’s not a limbosene, it’s a limou-sine,” big sister Carol giggled.

Each of the children had a whole big seat to themselves. “This is really great!” Brian smiled as they rode

along in the limousine. “Pretty amazing how God answered Dad’s prayer!”

“And it’s pretty amazing that this man came to help us so fast,” Carol commented. “It was only a few minutes after we prayed.”

“You’re right, Carol,” Brian agreed. “It reminds me of the Bible verse we learned last week: ‘Before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear’ (Isaiah 65:24, KJV).”

Dad and the stranger, whose name was Fred, talked for a while. Then Dad announced to the family, “Fred is going to drive us to Hermiston. From there we can call someone to bring the church van and pick us up.”

Everyone was so grateful to God that Fred and his limousine had arrived just when the family needed him.

Who knows? Maybe you will be the answer to someone’s prayer today!

“Having car problems?”

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Walk ab ove the m uckIn ancient Roman cities the streets had cross-walks made of stepping stones so people cross-ing the street would not have to step in the filthy roadway. The bumps also slowed down carts.—Living History

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D o yo u d i g that?During the eighteenth century fingernails were called flesh-spades—digging tools built right into the fingers. —Abracadabra to

Zombie

TV m un chiesChildren who watch television during meals eat 6 percent more meat; 5 percent more pizza, salty snacks, and soft drinks; and 5 percent fewer vegetables and fruits. —Get a Healthy Weight for Your Child

Plenty for everyoneThere are about a million billion ants alive on Earth today—168,000 ants for every human.—Big

Numbers

All wrapp e d upThe traditional Japanese kimono is so complex that it can take an hour or more to dress a child in one.—How

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