# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1909_S22
# Machine transcription, uncorrected — CHI Digital Archive (demonstration)

The Lutheran Pioneer.

The Doctor’s Story.

“My children,” said the old doctor, “I have a
story to tell you of something that happened many
years ago, which I shall never forget:

“One day—a long, hot day it had been — 1]
met my father on the road as [ was coming home
from the hayfield, tired, dusty, and hungry.

“<«T wish you would take this package to the
village for me, Jim,’ he said hesitatingly.

“Now, I was a boy of twelve, fond of play, and
not overfond of work, and it was a good mile to
town. My first impulse was to say I couldn’t, but
something stopped me.

“<Of course, father, I’]l take it, I said heartily,
giving him my rake.

“<Thank you, Jim,’ he said. ‘I was going my-
self, but I don’t feel very strong to-day.’

“We walked with me to the road that turned
off to the town; as he left me he put his hand on
my arm, saying, “Thank you, my dear boy. You’ve
always been a good son to me, Jim.’

“T hurried to the town and back. When I came
near the house, I saw a crowd of farm hands at
the door. One of them came to me with a pale,
sad face.

“Your father, he said, ‘fell dead just as he
reached the house. The last words he spoke were
to you.’

“T am an old man now; but I have thanked
God many and many a time since that hour that
those last words were, ‘You’ve always been a good
son to me.’” — British Friend.

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Overhappy.

A pastor was called to see a young woman who
lay hopelessly sick. He went to the house to which
he was directed, ascended a high stairs, and entered
a small, poorly furnished room high up under the
roof. In the room he found a woman of middle
age, and a young woman hardly twenty years old.
The young woman lay on a wretched: bed in a dark
corner of the room. She lay there almost like a
skeleton, wasted and worn by consumption. Her
_ brow was wet with cold perspiration, her mouth and
~ eyes were closed.

- When the pastor felt her pulse, he did not doubt
that death was very near. He asked her: “Have

you any pain?” She did not answer. He repeated
the question in a louder yoice. Still no answer.

The middle-aged woman said she thought her
daughter was too far gone and could not understand
what was spoken. The pastor thought so too. Still
he once more bent over the sick woman and asked
her: “Do you know Jesus?”

The sick woman at once opened her eyes, looked
at the speaker, and whispered with a smile: “Yes,
He is my Savior.”

The pastor then asked: “Ilow long have you
known Him as your Savior?”

With tears in her eyes she replied: “Not so very
long. Only since I am sick and thought of what
I learned in school. Oh, I have been a great sinner ;
but the Lord Jesus has loved me and has rescued me.
He has redeemed me from all sins with His holy,
precious blood — from all sins.”

“And are you now happy?” asked the pastor. .

With an expression of joyful trust on her face,
she looked upward. “Overhappy,” she whispered.

A few hours later she passed away to join the
happy multitude that stand before the throne, and
before the Lamb, crying, “Worthy is the Lamb that
was slain.”

Overhappy! Do you wish to be overhappy?
Then learn to believe and confess: “My Lord Jesus
has redeemed me, a lost and condemned creature,
purchased and won me from all sins, from death
and from the power of the devil, not with gold or
silver, but with His holy, precious blood and with
His innocent suffering and death.”

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“Safe in the Arms of Jesus.”

A mother was very much interested in a con-
versation carried on by her two little girls. One of
them had been singing “Safe in the Arms of Jesus,”
and the other had interrupted her with the question :
“How do you know that you are safe?” “Because,”
was the response, “I am holding on to Jesus with
both hands.” “But that does not make you safe,”
persisted the other; “suppose Satan should cut off
your hands.” Tor a moment a troubled expression
came into the trustful little face, but it almost in-
stantly cleared and she joyously exclaimed, “Oh,
I made a mistake! Jesus is holding me with His
hands, and Satan can’t cut His hands off. I am
perfectly safe in His arms.” Could any answer
have been more beautiful? — Allan Sutherland.

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THE wisdom of God is nothing but foolishness
to our reason. — Luther.