# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1887_S7 # Machine transcription, uncorrected — CHI Digital Archive (demonstration) The Lutheran Pioneer. “ld Like to be Sure about it.” Some little time ago, writes a pastor, I was called to see a poor girl who was dying of con- sumption. Her home was the miserable garret of a house inhabited by several different fam- ilies, where she was often disturbed by the voices of the swearer and the drunkard, which could be plainly heard through the thin walls. As I glanced round the bare room, so plainly stamped with the marks of poverty and want, I felt that nothing but the love of Jesus could brighten such a place, and longed to speak of Him, who alone can give peace in the midst of every circumstance. Her end was evidently very near, and, sit- ting down by the side of the bed, I asked how long she had been ill. ‘*‘ About two years,’’ was her reply, “though I have only been in bed about ten weeks.” “‘You must have suffered a great deal,’ I said, after waiting till a dis- tressing fit of coughing was over, which almost exhausted her. “Ay, that I have,’’ she answered. ‘And have you the comfort of know- ing that the Lord Jesus is you" Saviour? Does it give you real joy to know that your time here is so short?’’ I asked, anxious to discover if she knew anything of that “peace which passeth all under- standing.”’ She looked at me with an expression of great interest as she said, ‘‘I can only trust in the Lord, I know I have no hope but in Him, for I have been such a sinner; sometimes I feel afraid, for I _never thought about Him till I took ill, and sometimes I think he will be merci- ful, for it'says, He died for sinners, and, oh, I’m such a sinner. People like you don’t know what sin is.’’ ‘“We may not have the same tempta- tions that you have, but we all have the same sinful nature, and God says in his word that we are alike. I don’t mean to say that we all do the same things, but we have a nature in us that cannot love God, and cannot please Him, the same nature that crucified His Son. In the Bible we read that ‘There is none righteous, no, not one;’ ‘All have sinned, and come short of the glory of God. ‘I might be the best, the kindest, the most religious person you ever saw, but unless I see that I have a sinful nature, and can take my place as one of the lost, for whom the Savior died, I am just as far from God as the most hardened sinner on earth. But the same Word that tells us ‘All have sinned’ tells us also that ‘This is a faithful say- ing, and worthy of all.acceptation, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners.’ (1 Tim. 1, 15.) “‘T do believe that He died to save sinners, and I know I am a sinner,” she said, ‘‘only, I'd like to be sure about it; it would make me so happy.”’ I took out my Testament, and, turning to | | John 3, said, “We will see what the Lord Himself says about it; I don’t want you to |take my word, but to take His.’’ I then read, wilderness, even so must the Son of Man be lifted up, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”’ *« But I do believe,’’ she sail. “Then, have you everlasting life?”’ “«T don’t know,’’ was her answer. “But how is that?’’? I asked; ‘‘don’t you believe God’s word? The Lord Himself says, ‘He that heareth my word and believeth on Him that sent me HATH everlasting life, and SHALL NOT come into condemnation, but IS | passed from death unto life.’ Do you think He could say a thing which is not true?”’ A STREET SCENE IN CHINA. “Qh, no, and that seems simple enough, but I don't feel like it,’ she answered. “But God says nothing’ at all about your feelings, all He wants is that you should see yourself a sinner, having no hope but Christ; then if you really believe that He died to save sinners, and therefore to save you, God says you have ‘everlasting life.’ Remember it is not my word but God’s. He wants nothing from us but child-like faith in His Son.” ‘“T do believe,”’ she repented, ‘‘can it be true that I am really saved?”’ ‘What makes you think you are saved?”’ I asked. “ Because it says, ‘whosoever believeth,’ and I do believe, so it must mean me.”’ “Yes, it does,” I answered, ‘it means every poor sinner who sees himself lost and ruined by nature, and believes on the Lord Jesus as his Saviour.” “Be not Deceived, God is not Mocked!”’ “‘T hope that God may paralyze me”’ were “And as Moses lifted up the serpent in the}the words spoken by William Burklett at Douglas, Ga. At once his hands dropped to his side, his legs refused to move, and his eyes rolled wildly around. His prayer was answered as he stood, paralyzed on the spot, when but a few moments before he was a magnificent type of physical manhood. He tried to speak, but his tongue would not move. Half a dozen men who were present were rendered motion- less by the evident visitation of the hand of God. When they recovered self-possession | they moved the afflicted man to his residence, a half mile distant. The news soon spread | through the country and scores of people called to see the victim. The physicians can ascribe no natural cause for his affliction. The Lord will not hold him guiltless that taketh His name in vain. WN. B. oo The Sin of Swearing. A certain nobleman, who had given himself over to the sin of cursing, was about to enter the army, when an aged and a truly pious citizen earnestly re. minded him of his fault, and exhorted him to repentance, saying, ‘Consider well; you are now going to battle where body and soul are at stake, and you know not what may befall you.’’ The noble- man, however, paid no regard to what had been said to him, save to reply that cursing and swearing well suited the soldiers, as he who cursed the most generally fared the best. But what happened? In the first engagement God permitted his chin to be shot off, so that his blaspheming tongue hung down upon his breast, 2 most revolting sight. He had now constantly to lie upon his back, and when he desired water it had to be given him through a funnel. . After several days of suffering, he died a most sad and miserable death. . ————»-eP oe a No Difference. A little colored girl, eight years old, was setting the table, when a boy in the room said to her, ‘‘ Mollie, do you pray?’’ The suddenness of the question confused her a little, but she answered, ‘Yes, every night.” “Do you think God hears you?”’ the boy asked. And she answered promptly, ‘‘ I know he does.”” “But do you think,’”’ said he, trying to puzzle |her, ‘‘that he hears your prayers as readily as those of white children?” For full three minutes the child kept on with her work; then she slowly said, ‘‘Master George, I pray into God’s ear, and not His eyes. My voice is just like any other little girl’s; and if I say what I ought to say, God does not stop to look at my skin.” ee er: