# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1908_S85 # Machine transcription, uncorrected — CHI Digital Archive (demonstration) The Lutheran Pioneer. 85 faithful flock. And to-day? It is, we dare say, an ideal country parish. A good number of its mem- bers are lords, if not over ready cash, yet over fair- sized farms. The Lord has here obviously pros- pered them with temporal goods also, and they had good cause to render thanks unto Him by celebrat- ing a Harvest Home Festival. The Sunday before, Prof. Lochner, who is car- ing for this vacant charge, received into the Church seven catechumens by confirmation. H. G. ——————— “Thy King Cometh unto Thee.” No doubt, thou dost not come to Him, to fetch Him. He is too high and too far for thee. With all the labor, toil, and expense of thine, thou canst not reach Him. ‘Thou canst not boast of having brought Him to thee by thine own merit and worthiness. No, dear friend, here is the end of all human merit and worthiness. There is nothing but unworthiness on thy part, and all grace and mercy on His part. Not thou seekest Him, He sceketh thee. Not thou findest Him, He findeth thee. For the preachers come from Him, not from thee. Their message cometh from Him, not from thee. Thy faith cometh from Him, not from thee. And what- ever thy faith worketh in thee, cometh from Him, not from thee. And if He does not come, thou wilt be left and forsaken. Where there is no Gospel, there is no God, but merely sin and ruin, whatever the free will may do, suffer, work, and live, as best it may. — Luther. A Thankful Heart. An aged minister, in his “Reminiscences of an Old Pastor,” relates the following: An incident occurred in my first pastorate which I shall never forget. In the congregation was a widow, old and poor, who lived in an old log- house at the edge of a dense woods, with an insane , son. I remember my first visit to her as though it had been but yesterday. As I walked toward her humble dwelling, I tried to call to mind all the comforting passages of Scriptures that might suit her sad lot. It was with a sad and heavy heart that I stood on the door-step. When I knocked at the door, I expected it to be opened by a sad-faced woman who carried her sorrows upon her face. I expected to be greeted by a tale of woe. I even expected her to question the goodness of her God. But I did not know her then. The door opened and a kind, lovely old face bade me come in. I entered the room, and we soon had a conver- sation, and what a conversation it was! I found her to be one of God’s happy children, contented in Jesus, and with a thankful heart. She told me how God had blessed her; how He in His goodness had given her everything needful for her life and comfort. As she spoke, I looked around her poor old home in which there was hardly anything that we think necessary to make a home. Did I hear aright? Yes, for there she sat, the dear old woman, with a face expressing the thankfulness of her heart. I must see her garden. As we walked around the very small plot of ground, she said she believed that God had blessed her little garden more than all the rest. I must take a meal with her. As we sat at the poorly-furnished table and partook of that frugal meal, she said: “How good God has always been to me! I have always had enough to eat, and I had a roof'to cover me, and clothing to keep me warm.” ; I looked upon her almost:in reverence. I thought how many people upon whom God had showered His blessings never thank Him; how many people whose lives have fallen in pleasant places are always complaining. But here this woman, to whom God, we would say, had given very little indeed, was pouring out her heart in thanksgiving and praise to Him for all that He had done for her, a poor and unworthy creature. ru She surely had a thankful heart. She seemed to me to stand there with a crust of bread in one hand and a cup of water, in the other and saying, All this, and Jesus, too. I can never forget that woman, I never want to forget her. Her memory has been a benediction to me, and it may be that the story of her thankful heart may help and cheer others and make them. more thankful for God’s gifts and blessings. The Richness of the Bible. “T have now,” says Luther, “for some time Tread the Bible twice through every year. It is a great tree, and all its words are twigs. and branches, and every twig and spray I have struck to find out what was on it, and what it was good for; yet, knock as ; often as I will, down comes a fresh handful of fruit.”