# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1881_S15
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The Lutheran Pioneer. 15

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see, mamma, they could not be on Him. He |heard, and all was buried in the ocean. Now,
has left them all behind in His grave, and | Suppose, dear reader, you met that young man

The Easter sun shone brightly into the room | when I was baptized I put on Christ, on whom | and spoke to him about the act. of his mother,
where little Annie lay on her sick-bed. How] not a single sin can be seen.” jand he turned round and scoffed at it. ‘*Why,’’
gladly she would have gone to the house of] Many weeks passed by after that Easter | you would say, ‘that ungrateful wretch don’t
God! The day seemed so long to her, and she| Day, but the Easter joy which filled Annie’s | deserve to live,’ and this is what all those are
wished the hours would pass by quicker; for | heart did not pass away. The risen Christ was | doing that scoff at the sufferings and the death
her pastor had promised to come and see her | the ground of a peace for her that could not be | of Christ by which they were redeemed. Yea,

Little Annie’s Easter Joy.

after services.
mind which she longed to tell him. He had

spoken to her on Good Friday about the suffer-

ings and death of the Saviour of sinners. She
knew she was a sinner; but whenever she

And she had something on her | disturbed in the hour of death.

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A Story for the Redeemed.

Many years ago a young man, during the}

they are far more ungrateful than that boy
would be. Christ laid down His life for you.
Now, will you speak contemptuously about
Him? Will you speak lightly of the blood laid
down on Calvary for you? Oh, rather fall

thought of the sufferings of Christ, she was| gold fever, went out from New York to the|down upon your knees, and thank God that
troubled with the doubt whether her sins were | Pacific, and left his wife and little boy. Just} you have such a Saviour! Live for Him who

all taken away.
was no Enster joy in Annie’s heart.
the pastor's foot-steps were heard.
was seated by her side, she said to
him, thinking only of what she
had heard on Good Friday: ‘So
Jesus died for me, and are then

all my sins taken away???’

“Certainly, my child,’’ said the
pastor. ‘‘Why did the Lord Je-
sus die for you?”’

“To save me,’’ was her prompt
reply.

“But why must He have died
to save you?”’

She thought a moment, and
then said, ‘‘Because He bore my
sins on the cross.’’

‘“‘Where were your sins, then,
when Jesus hung on the cross?’’

“On Him.”’

“Yes,’”’ said the pastor, ‘for
‘the Lord hath laid on Him the
iniquity of us all,’ and where are
they now?”’

She had almost said, ‘‘On Him still,’ but
checked herself and was silent.

“This is Easter Day, my child,’ said the
pastor; ‘“‘you know Christ did not stay in the
grave, just think of where Christ is now.’

She answered at once, ‘‘He has risen from
the grave and gone into heaven.”

“Where then are your sins?’’

“Left behind in His grave,’ was the dear
child’s happy answer.

‘“‘Yes,”’ said the pastor, ‘‘they are no longer
on Christ; and this Christ, who left all your
sins behind Him in the grave, you have put on
in Baptism; for the apostle says, ‘As many of
you as have been baptized into Christ have put
on Christ.’ Since you, then, are in Christ, God
sees no sins; for there are no sins on Christ.
He left all your sins in the grave.”

Annie's difficulty was gone now, as the glad
Easter news entered her heart. Her eyes
beamed with the joy of Easter, and when her
mother came to her bed that evening, Annie
threw her arms around her neck, saying, “I
shall go to be with Jesus, mamma. My sins
are all gone. Jesus, who bore them on the
Cross, rose again from the grave, and don’t you

At last
When he

send money. A long time elapsed, but at last |
a letter came enclosing a draft, and telling his |

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The Lord is Risen, He is Risen indecd.

wife to come on. The woman took a passage
in one of the fine steamers of the Pacific line,
full of hope and joy at the prospect of soon
being united to her husband. They had not
been out many days when a voice went ringing
through the ship, ‘Fire! fire!” The pumps
were set to work, but the fire gained upon
them. There was a powder magazine on board,
and the captain ordered all the boats to be in-
stantly lowered. He knew whenever the fire
reached the powder they would all be lost.
The people scrambled into the boats and the
mother and boy were left on deck. As the
last boat was being pushed off the woman
begged to be taken in. The majority thought
only of their own safety and insisted the boat
was too full, and wanted to push off, but one
man put in a word for her, and they said they
could allow one more on board, but no more.
What did the mother do? Did she go on board
and leave her son? No. She put her boy into
that lifeboat and told him_if he ever lived to
see his father to tell him, ‘‘I died to save you.”
And the boat pulled away from that ship, and
left the mother standing there. The vessel
went on burning. Presently an explosion was

It was Easter Day, but there}as soon as he was successful he was going to |died for you!

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Short Stops.

—WHITEFIELD wasonce preach-
ing at Exeter, on Psalm 51, 17.,
“A broken and a contrite heart.”
He says that after the service a
man came up to him with a pocket-
ful of stones, and a big one in his
hand, and told him in tears, ‘Sir,
I came here to hear you this day
with a view to break your head,
but by the grace of God you have
broken my heart.”

—Ir 1s RELATED of the Duke
of Wellington that when a certain
minister asked him whether he
thought it worth while to preach
the Gospel to the Hindoos, the
old General asked, ‘‘What are
your marching orders, sir?’’? The
minister said, ‘‘Go ye into all the
world, and preach the Gospel to
every creature.” “Then follow
your orders,” said the Duke; ‘‘your only duty
is to obey.”’

—SoME PEOPLE have a very handsome Bible
on the drawing-room table, yes. But do they
read it? Do they study it? That is the question.
A young: lady writes, ‘‘Making a call the other
day, I opened a Bible on the drawing-room
table while waiting for my friend. There was
a folded piece of paper inside, and it was
marked, I couldn’t help seeing it, ‘recipe for
mince pies’. My friend came in at the moment
and I handed it to her. ‘Why, where in the
world did you get that?’ she asked, ‘I’ve been

looking for it for six months’.”’

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An Easter Egg of Rhymes.

(From the Danish.)

Now Easter comes, full bright and fair,
The end of mourning and despair,
When all things wake to sing and play,
Because the stone is rolled away

From earth’s cold grave, and every one
Grows blithe and free; the very sun,
For joy of ransomed earth, they say,
Must dance at dawn of Easter day.

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