# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1899_S27 # Machine transcription, uncorrected — CHI Digital Archive (demonstration) eee ee ee ee ——————— The Lutheran Pioneer. 27 The Sod Church. A young minister was on his way to his first field of labor. finished his course at the Seminary and had received his first call to a mission field far out His heart was restless and full of anxiety as he stepped from the train at the little station which was to be hishome. As far as the eye could reach, a dead level stretched away across the country. What a change from the hilly land of his other days! How lonely it made him feel! The houses were few and far between. At the place where the train had left him, only a few small buildings came to view. ‘Can you tell me where the church is?’’ he asked a lad standing near. “The church? this lane right out till you come there. It’s Well, he could walk. It would rest his mind to do something; and with his traveling-bag in hand he courageously set out. * Again he stopped to inquire, for no sign of aspire pointing skyward met his gaze. He wanted to be sure he was on the right road. - Yes; he would soon come to it, they said. The road was so straight that he could not be lost; so on he went. A small structure came into view, but how strange it looked! Gray and sorough! What As he drew nearer, the sound of voices fell on his ears from within the queer building. He would look in. peered into the half-darkness. Two boys down on their knees were pounding the naked ground floor with heavy mallets, making it smooth and firm to stand upon. A young girl was pinning papers on a table in place of a “Can you tell me where I may find the church?’ the minister asked. ‘‘I have walked out here, thinking all the time I would come to it, but I fear I am on the wrong road.’’ “This is the church, sir,’’ one of the boys said, coming toward him. ‘‘We’re getting ready for the services to-morrow. We expect the minister to-night.’”’ ‘‘Well,’’ he said, stepping inside, ‘‘I’m the minister; and this—this is the church?’’ “Yes, sir; don’t you think it’s a nice one?”” His eyes wandered around the dry sods, piled one above another to make the sides of “Its the very nicest one anywhere in this country. And you’re the minister?’’ The boy shyly looked up at him. He put his satchel down and reached out his hand. Something in the boy’s tone gave him a needed Since this was to be his field of labor, he would begin bravely. He remem- bered the words of his professor, who told him and his fellow-students that they must lay aside all pride and become humble and Selfdenying laborers\in the Lord’s vineyard, joyfully working even in the greatest poverty and amid the most humble circumstances, and thanking God for the high honor of being co- laborers with Him in the salvation of souls. “Yes, I’m the minister,’’ he said, ‘‘and I want to help you, if you’ll tell me how.’” And soon he was holding the corners of the paper, while they were pinned neatly on the rough table. When this was done, he took one of the heavy mallets and began pounding on the floor. It was hard work, and in a little while the perspiration stood out all over his face. Chattering like birds, the children told him all about the people of that new country. There were not many people, they said, but they would all be there on Sunday. Every- body was anxious to go to church again. It had been so long since they had heard the preaching of God’s Word, they would all ‘be glad that they had a pastor. As the young'minister worked away on the floor, his heart went up in prayer that God would forgive him for being so sorely dis- appointed when he learned that this poor little sod-house was the only church here, and that this was to be his field of work. It was all so different from what he had expected. When the work was done and the little room was all ready for the service on the morrow, they all walked home in the twilight, the young minister still crying in spirit for the Master’s help in this far prairie field; and when on Sunday the people, who had come from far and near, sat before him on chairs and on benches they had brought themselves, and earnestly listened to the preaching of God’s Word, the young minister’s heart was filled with joy and he thanked God for calling him to that very place. The rough sides of the sod-house took on a new appearance. It was a very house of God, since therein was pro- claimed the Gospel of Jesus for the salvation of sinners. Not many months afterward the little room became too small, so that at last they built a new church of mud. But when the minister bade farewell to the humble house of sods, his heart clung affectionately to that scene of his first real battle with pride. It was here that he, through the Master’s strength, had won the day for Christ. worship Him only. He did not know His name, so addressed Him as the Greatest of All. Four years ago, during our first tour to this side, he received several portions of the Bible— Genesis, Exodus, Matthew, John, Luke, and the Acts. These he not only read, but committed large portions to memory. In his own words, ‘‘The Holy Spirit planted the Word in my heart.’’ He committed Paul’s sermon to the Athenians, because, he said, “It just suited my case.’’ He had been ignorantly worshiping the unknown God. Through this wonderful sermon he learned about Him, and since then has put his whole trust in Him. He has been bold in declaring this faith to others. Some, he says, have be- lieved, but many have cursed him and called him ‘‘a crazy old man.’”’ His wife joined him in believing, and they put away all forms of heathen worship from their home. The old man is very familiar with the history of God’s people, as recorded in Genesis and Exodus. He grows eloquent over portions of the Acts, particularly the martyrdom of Stephen, the conversion of Paul, and the sermon at Athens. He has compiled from the Scriptures his own confession of faith. He read it to me and I could offer no criticism. Surely this aged man has been taught by the Spirit of God. It was my joy to baptize him and his wife. He is seventy-seven and his wife sixty years of age. He has been a government official during three reigns. We were sorry to say good-bye to these aged disciples, but we go with greater confidence in the willing- ness of the Holy Spirit to accompany the dis- tribution of God’s Word and to make it power- ful to salvation. A Child’s Faith. Some years ago there was a very hot and dry summer. In a neighborhood in England some Christian farmers were asked by their pastor to meet him at a certain time and they would pray for rain. ‘The pastor was among the first present, and stood in the yard talk- ing over the poor prospects of having a crop. While thus engaged he was surprised to see one of the Sunday school girls lugging into the church a huge family umbrella. ‘‘Why, Mary, my child,”’ he said, ‘what made you bring that great umbrella on such a beautiful morning as this?”? The dear child looked up in his face, seemingly much surprised that he should ask such a question, and said: ‘‘Why, sir, as we are going to pray to God for rain, and God has promised to hear and answer His people when they pray, I thought I’d be sure to want the umbrella.”” The minister felt reproved by the child’s simple faith. The meeting was then opened and earnest prayers were offered. Before the meeting was over the wind arose, and a thunderstorm soon burst upon ;the country. There was a heavy rain, and little Mary’s umbrella came in quite handy. : A few weeks ago he had Oh, yes, sir. You follow Stepping to the door, he ——- oo Light found in the Bible. The value of the Scriptures of the Old and New Testaments to an earnest seeker after truth is strikingly illustrated by a story told by Dr. E. P. Dunlap, of Siam, in Zhe Church at Home and Abroad. He says: Having heard of an ‘‘aged man who wor- ships Jehovah,” I visited his home, and there held several services. The old man gave us a cordial welcome, and told us that many years ago he became convinced that the world had a Creator, and that He is the true God. He then resolved to give up all other gods and