# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1906_S38 # Machine transcription, uncorrected — CHI Digital Archive (demonstration) 38 Steadfast in Faith, Not only in heathen, but also in other countries, especially in Catholic communities, followers of the Gospel must often suffer much for the truth’s sake, as may be seen from the following incident which we take from the report of a Protestant mission- ary in Italy: Giovanni Besso embraced the Gospel a few years ago. His Romish friends and relatives did all in their power to induce him to give up his faith; at last they drove him from his home. Besso went to Cantoncello, and supported himself by his labor. He married, and led his wife and her relatives to give up their Romish superstitions; and his in- fluence was so much felt in the neighborhood that whenever the missionary visited the place, he was sure to find a large and attentive audience. At the beginning of the year, Besso heard that his mother was seriously ill; he immediately set out to visit her, not without anxiety as to the reception he might meet with. To his great consolation, his mother welcomed him with affection, without referring to the past. One evening, when they were together, she took his hand and said, “You love your mother, do you not?” “More than I can tell.” “J am dying; promise me that you will do what I ask; and before you answer me, think of it as the last request of your dying mother.” “Mother, I will-do for you all that is in my power; what is it?” “No, I do not want a conditional promise; as- sure me that you will do what I ask.” “T can only repeat that I’ll do all in my power.” “Very well; to-morrow morning I will tell you what I expect from you.” The next morning the mother said to her son: “The priest is coming in an hour to give me the communion; I ask you, as a last favor, to recite the prayers to the holy Virgin with me.” Poor Besso was cut to the heart. “O my mother,” he said, “you know I cannot do that.” “Then go away,” said the mother, “and do not come here again,” and she turned her face to the wall. “Mother, mother,” exclaimed the son in his anguish, “ask for all that I have; ask for my blood, and you shall have it, but do not ask me to deny my Savior, in giving to creatures the worship and the trust that belong only to Him!” “Go; you are no longer my son,” said the mother. The Lutheran Pioneer. Full of gricf, Besso left the house, and wan- dered about, often thinking of the Savior’s words: “He that loveth father or mother more than me is not worthy of me.” ‘lo Him he prayed to deliver him from this trial. Toward evening he returned to the house and ventured with much hesitation to enter his mother’s room. To his great surprise, the mother held out her hand to him and said, “Be my son; I will respect your convictions and not ask you to give up your faith. Stay with me and close my eyes.” Those who enjoy liberty of conscience should thank God for this great blessing and remember in their prayers those Christians who must often suffer for their faith. ‘Therefore we pray in our General Prayer: “Those who are in suffering for Thy name and for Thy truth’s sake comfort, O God, with Thy Holy Spirit!” ° Remembering Jesus Christ. We recently read of an old preacher who died in this country in 1807, nearly ninety years of age. In his old age he could hardly recollect anything and was for a long time unable to engage in public services. ‘Towards the last days of his life he was taken to the house of a beloved son, where he was attended to with the most loving care. On the evening before his death a neighboring pastor vis- ited him, but the old preacher did not know his friend. Being told who he was, he said: “No, I do not remember any such person.” He did not rec- ognize even his own son. “I do not remember,” he said, “that I have a son.” In short, his memory was so weakened that he knew none of his family or friends about him. At last he was asked, “Do you remember the Lord Jesus Christ?” His eyes brightened as he exclaimed: “Oh yes! I do, I do! He is my Lord and my God in whom I have sal- vation.” The story reminded us of an incident of our college days. One of our schoolmates took sick, and when he one night seemed to be seriously ill with a very high fever, the Director, or President, of the college was called to the sick-room. In order to see whether the sick boy could yet recognize any one, the Director asked him, “Do you know me?” “No,” answered the boy. “Do you know Jesus?” asked the Director. “Yes, to be sure. I know Him. He is my Savior,” replied the dying boy.