# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1907_S39
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The Lutheran Pioneer.

39

Kindness.

We should strive to do our duty
As we go along life’s way:

Do some little deeds of kindness,
Comfort some sad soul each day.
This world is so full of sorrow,
If we look around, we'll see
Many deeds of love and kindness
Can be done by you and me.

We can help bear someone’s burdens
If we will but do our part;

We can carry joy and sunshine

To some lonely, aching heart,
Gather up a buneh of flowers,

Lay them at a sick one’s bed.
Bring the flowers to the living,

Do not wait until they’re dead.

Just a kind word gently spoken >
Will be heard with pleasure sweet.
Surely, you will not regret it,
It will make your joy complete.
We can help some way-worn trav’ler,
We can brighten this world’s woe,
If we carry smiles and sunshine
Everywhere that we may go.
Esturr PETERSON.

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NOTES.

Strarisrics or Our CoLorep Missions. — From
the Statistical Year Book of the Missouri Synod,
recently issued, we take the following statistics of
our missions among the colored people for the year-
1906: The mission comprised 29 stations (19 in
North Carolina, 5 in Louisiana, 3 in Virginia, 1 in
Illinois, 1 in Missouri). At the close of the year
31 laborers were at work in this mission field:
12 white and 4 colored pastors; 6 white and 5 col-
ored teachers; 1 white and 2 colored lady teachers ;
2 white students. ‘The mission numbered 1829
souls, 830 communicant and 225 voting members.
1360 children attended the parochial schools. Dur-
ing the year $24,725.17 were received for the mis-
sion treasury, of which sum the colored congrega-
tions contributed $1884.02.

Conover, N. C.—For some years our mis-
sionary at Salisbury has been doing some mission
work among the colored people in Conover. The
little band of colored Lutherans at this place need
a chapel, and in their poverty they have themselves
done what they could to supply this need. They
have secured a lot and some building material;
but it is impossible for them to do much more.
They need help and would be very thankful for
every assistance given them.

A FRIEND or Missions. — Bishop Warren tells
of a girl who is a great friend of missions. She
has been bedridden for fourteen years, but in that
time has carned the magnificent sum of $8000 for
missions by making 75,000 Scripture book-marks,
which a great number of sympathizing friends have
sold for her.

“Tire Lorp’s Box.” — The Christian women in

Ceylon have a method of their own for giving to
missions. The Christian mother in each home, as
she measures the rice for the evening meal, takes
out each day a handful or more and puts it into
a little box, called “The Lord’s Box.” At the end
of each month, the treasurer of each chureh visits
the Christian homes, collects the rice from these
boxes, sells it, and the money goes to aid the native
missionary society in supporting native Christians
as missionaries in distant villages.

SELF-DENIAL. — Says China’s Millions: In a
certain city lives a girl who is out at service. By
dint of economy she had saved fifty dollars, with
which she had decided to buy herself a fur coat.
Being filled with the Spirit of the Master, she went
one day to her pastor, and told him her intentions,
and added, “But I have changed my mind, and
here are forty dollars for a missionary, and I will
buy a coat with the rest.” And now, as she turns
in, weary, but happy, at night, she has a substitute
in India, who turns out to do his share of work
for the Master.

Power oF Gop’s Worp. — The Rev. Dr. Henry
Otis Dwight, of the American Bible Society, relates
this personal experience which shows that God’s
Word alone is powerful to convince and convert the
soul. He says: t

“T once knew intimately an educated Moham-
medan Kourd who believed in Jesus Christ, who
earnestly worked for -Him among Mohammedans,
and who died in childlike trust that he would live
again with his Lord. This Kourd had his atten-
tion called to Christianity while he was studying
astronomy in Persia. It was about thirty years
ago. The teacher was a fire-worshiper, eminent in
all the region as a student of the stars. One day
the Kourd urged his teacher to break through his
pagan blindness and try to see the truth as taught
by Mohammed. ‘You call me a pagan,’ said the
teacher with a sad smile, ‘you Mohammedans are
the real pagans, for you all worship that black ston