Books with author WALTER A.J

This book contains practical biblical truth that I have learnt in the past Twenty years of walking with the Lord and Eighteen years of Missionary work in the Northern States of India which falls under the 10/40 Window. The motive is to help Christians grow spiritually strong and mature and to gain victory over every kind of attack from the enemy with the Sword of the Spirit – The Bible.I have used simple short stories at the beginning of each chapter in order to set the stage for the deeper biblical truth that the chapter is to cover.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTMost of the stories which follow have appeared in periodicals, to which I wish to render grateful acknowledgment for permission to reprint them in book form. " Gulliver the Great" appeared in The Cavalier; " The Twa Dogs o' Glenfergus' and " Tom Sawyer of the Movies' in The Ladies' Home Journal; " Maginnis' and " The Blood of His Fathers' in The Woman's Magazine; " The Madness of Antony Spatola' in The Woman's Home Companion; " Justice at Valley Brook" and " Ishmael' in The Associated Sunday Magazines; " The Strike at Tiverton Manor " in The American Magazine; " Spider of the Newsies " and " Prayer for a Pup " in Our Dumb Animals; " The Regeneration of Timmy " in The Designer; " Wotan the Terrible " in McCall's Magazine; " The Return of the Champion' in The Delineator. I am further indebted to Doubleday, Page & Co., holders of the copyright, for permission to reprint " Prayer for a Pup."-----GULLIVER THE GREAT AND OTHER DOG STORIESGULLIVER THE GREATIT was a mild evening in early spring, and the magnolias were in bloom. We motored around the park, turned up a side street, and finally came to a throbbing standstill before the Churchwarden Club.There was nothing about its exterior to indicate that it was a clubhouse at all, but within there was an indefinable atmosphere of early Victorian comfort. There was something about it that suggested Mr. Pickwick. Old prints of horses and ships and battles hung upon the walls, and the oak was dark and old. There seemed to be no decorative scheme or keynote, and yet the atmosphere was utterly distinctive. It was my first visit to the Churchwarden Club, of which my quaint, old-fashioned Uncle Ford had long been a member, and I was charmed.We dined in the rathskeller, the walls of which were completely covered with long churchwardenpipes, arranged in the most intricate and marvelous patterns; and after our mutton-chop and ale and plum pudding, we filled with the choicest of tobaccos the pipes which the old major-domo brought us.Then came Jacob R. Enderby to smoke with us.Tall and spare he was, with long, straight, black hair, large, aquiline nose, and piercing eyes. I disgraced myself by staring at him. I did n't know that such a man existed in New York, and yet I could n't decide whether his habitat should be Arizona or Cape Cod.Enderby and Uncle Ford were deep in a discussion of the statesmanship of James G. Elaine, when a waiter summoned my uncle to the telephone.I neglected to state that my uncle, in his prosaic hours, is a physician; and this was a call. I knew it the moment I saw the waiter approaching. I was disappointed and disgusted.Uncle Ford saw this and laughed." Cheer up!' said he. " You need n't come with me to visit the sick. I '11 be back in an hour, and meanwhile Mr. Enderby will take care of you; won't you, Jake ? 'For answer Enderby arose, and refilling his pipe took me by the arm, while my uncle got into his overcoat. As he passed us on the way out he whispered in my ear:" Talk about dogs."I heard and nodded.Enderby led me to the lounge or loafing-room, an oak-paneled apartment in the rear of the floor above, with huge leather chairs and a seat in the bay window. Save for a gray-haired old chap dozing over a copy of Simplicissimus, the room was deserted.But no sooner had Enderby seated himself on the window-seat than there was a rush and a commotion, and a short, glad bark, and Nubbins, the steward's bull-terrier, bounded in and landed at Enderby's side with canine expressions of great joy.I reached forward to pat him, but he paid absolutely no attention to me.At last his wriggling subsided, and he settled down with his head on Enderby's knee, the picture of content. Then I recalled my uncle's parting injunction."Friend of yours?' ...

Stanley is a carefree frog who lives on the nicer side of the bog with his father and mother. His mother works hard to ensure that her boys are taken care of at the end of their days. However she is particular about their personal hygiene. After knowing for years Stanley’s father, Todd gives Stanley a few hints and tips about washing his hands and staying cleanly so Gretchen his mother has no further demands. In this brief story you learn about the importance of washing your hands and also general daily hygiene. There are also some real life tips that are directed towards kids as tips to ensure they are washing their hands correctly. This fun short story surely gets to the point of the importance of hand washing while also promoting family communication at a young age.

Taffy is a short story about a doggy and her human family. It is sad, happy, and poignant. It is about choices, some good, some bad, and some that are just choices not good or bad, they are what they are. Mostly it is a children's story for adults. Preface -- Who do you work for? That was the question asked of me before children and before Taffy. Every party, social event and gathering. I use to laugh and say I work for no one. When Taffy arrived I soon started to think I really worked for her. Now that she is gone I am certain of this. The reasons I will tell you inside my story. I was so clueless that Taffy was my master, no my teacher, my doggy. --