, the bent toward evil be destroyed, and you be able to
do the right or choose the right path. Never feel that you can *handle*
your own life. No man, woman, child, or teen-ager can *handle* his life
or obey the Word of God, which teaches him the way to live in this life
and be ready to die, without help from outside of himself.

In my early teen-age life there were two verses of Scripture that I had
learned by memory which were a guide to me. One was, "Children, obey
your parents in the Lord: for this is right," Eph. 6:1. The other one
was, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting
life." John 3:16. The first one made me know that God would bless me if
I obeyed my parents. Many times my idea of what they required wasn't the
thing that I wanted to do, but I obeyed. Why? Because I loved Jesus. I
was convinced that I was doomed for hell, but Jesus had loved me so much
that He came to this world, lived, and died on the cross and arose again
for my salvation. If it had not been for Jesus taking my sins and loving
me so much I would be eternally lost. That was a great influence in my
life and today I am very glad that I obeyed my parents and also let
Jesus handle my life and lead me in a right direction.

When teen-agers rebel they are headed for trouble and oh, what great
trouble! Let us remember the young man who thought he could handle his
life but had a tragic ending and was eternally lost. Dear Grandson,
remember the Bible has the answer to every problem, and Jesus will help
you handle your life if you will let Him.

* * * * *

"Two Italian boys of New York City were returning from a swim. They were
each about fifteen years of age. Pietro had picked up a piece of copper
wire and thought he would have a little fun with the third rail of the
New York Central track, along which they were walking.

"He poked away around the wooden covering of the rail, but nothing
happened.

"'That's funny,' he said. 'I guess I didn't touch the right spot.' Then
he pushed the point of the wire down underneath the covering.

"There was a flash of blue flame and a shriek of pain as 11,000 volts of
electricity shot through the wire. In a moment Pietro's clothing was on
fire and his hair and eyebrows were burned off. He tried to drop the
wire, as it hissed and sputtered at white heat, but it wouldn't let go.
He tr