# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1906_S63
# Machine transcription, uncorrected — CHI Digital Archive (demonstration)

The Lutheran Pioneer.

NOTES AND ITEMS.

Crry Misstons. — The latest report of the Mil-
waukee City Missions has been sent to us. It is
full of interest and encouragement. The past year
has been one of steady and blessed work for the
city missionary, the Rev. E. Duemling. The gra-
cious message of Jesus was proclaimed ‘in the hos-
pitals, in prison, and in other public institutions
of the city. The sick and the dying and the des-
titute in their lowly homes were visited and were
told of Jesus and His love. Not all accepted the
message, but many a poor soul was rescued, find-
ing comfort and peace and rest in the words of the
missionary, who surely often felt it.was worth all
his days of weary and sometimes seemingly fruit-
less work to be God’s instrument in bringing about
so much joy and happiness. It is a glorious mis-
sion to lead poor dying sinners to the Savior even
under such harrowing conditions as are often found
in our city missions. The Good Shepherd seeks all
that are lost, and surely His Church should not be
careless in going out after the aged, the poor, and
the lost, who in our large cities are wandering in
the chilling sleet and piercing cold of utter and
awful neglect. There is a lesson to be learned from
the homely words of a negro song, recently sent to
us by “a colored brother :”

“De massa ob de sheepfol’

Dat guards the sheepfol’ bin,

Look out in the gloomerin’ meadows
Wha’r de long night rain begin —
So he calls out to de shepa’d,

Is my sheep, is dey all come in?

“O Lor’,” den says de shepa’d,
“Dere’s some, dey’s black and thin,
And some dey’s po’ ol’ wedda’s,
But de res’ dey’s all brung in,
But de res’ dey’s all brung in.

“Den de massa ob de sheepfol’

Dat guards de sheepfol’ bin,’

Goes down in de gloomerin’ meadows,
Wha’r de long night rain begin —

So he le’ down de ba’s ob de sheepfol’,
Callin’ sof’, Come in, Come in!

Callin’ sof’, Come in, Come in.

“Den up tro’ de gloomerin’ meadows,
T’ro de col’ night rain and win’,
And up t’ro’ de gloomerin’ rain-paf
Whw’r de sleet fa’ pie’cin’ thin,

De po’ los’ sheep ob de sheepfol’

Dey all comes gadderin’ in,

sap De po’ los’ sheep ob de sheepfol’
Dey all comes gadderin’ in.”

cay

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Mission Scnoors in New Orteans.— Our
brethren in New Orleans have issued a “Catalogue
of Luther College and affiliated Parochial Schools
in New Orleans, La.” It is an interesting pamph-
let, giving full information as to the attendance
and the different courses in our colored Lutheran
schools in that beautiful city of the South. The
College was attended during the past year by
46 students, and the total enrollment in all the
schools was 728. A blessed and most important
work is being done in these schools; for “besides
the common school branches the course of study
also embraces instruction in the Word of God.”
God bless our colleges and parochial schools and
make them a power for the advancement of His
kingdom among the colored people!

Nor a Cuurcy.—“A long-time reader” asks
whether “the Christian Science people may be
called a Church.” He says that in a report of the
recent dedication of the large and beautiful build-
ing erected by the Christian Science people in Bos-
ton it was said that “the grand temple would prove
a powerful mission agency in spreading the Chris-
tian Science Church.”

No; the Christian Science people are not a
Church. They reject all fundamental doctrines of
the Christian religion and put the ravings and silly
writings of Mother Eddy in place of the Bible.
Christian Science is simply a devilish delusion and
Satanic fraud. When we read that réport of that
dedication and Mother Eddy’s silly message in the
paper sent to us, we were reminded of the story of
the Irishman who‘landed in New York. He was
walking along a street and looking with amazement
at the enormous business houses. Stopping before
a building of fourteen or fifteen stories, he tried in
vain to see to the top, and crossed the street to get a
better view. Leaning back until his hat fell off,
and the pipe dropped out of his mouth, he was
noticed by a man in one of the upper stories, who
looked out of a window and shouted, “Pat, do you
think that this is a church?” “TI did think 50, sor,”
was the reply, “till I saw the divil sticking his head
out of the windy.”

PEacEFUL UsE oF Kerrie Drums. — The mis-
sionaries on the border of Tibet use kettle drums
for calling the people to religious worship. There
are no bells in that country; gongs must be gotten

from India, and so some one hit on the idea of the~ ;

kettle drum. ‘The sound carries far, and the people
know what it means. ;