# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1912_S46
# Machine transcription, uncorrected — CHI Digital Archive (demonstration)

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The Lutheran Pioneer.

removed from the window into the opposite corner,
the little son of the tailor had neglected to learn
the hymn which he was to recite the next day in
school. His father made him stand up at the thin
partition which separated the room from the one
in which the sick man lay. There the boy was to
learn by heart the hymn, one of whose stanzas
reads thus:

Repent, O sinner, whilst ’tis day!

Ere night comes life may pass away.

To-day thou’rt happy, well, and red,

To-morrow, sick, yes, even dead.

If, when in sin, death tolls thy knell,

Body and soul must. burn in hell.

As the boy repeated the words again and again,
they penetrated through the thin partition into the
room and into the heart of the sick*man. They
were used by God to arouse him out of his. sleep of
sin, and not only him, but also his friend, the
doctor. Thus the Shepherd sought and found the
lost sheep, and there was joy in the presence of the
angels of God over sinners that repented.

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Letter from Southern Pines, N. C.

Dear Eprror:—

We wish to inform you and our many friends
that we are still laboring in the vineyard.

The vineyard is truly great, but our laborers
are few.

On Good Friday night we enjoyed an excellent,
heart-stirring sermon .from our dear pastor, Rev.
C. R. March, after which two children were added
to the church by the sacrament’of Holy Baptism.
We have a well-organized Sunday-school consisting
of three classes, Senior, Junior, and Primary. The
teachers in charge are well fitted for their work,
and seem to find great pleasure in working for the
Lord. ‘Teachers: Senior, Rey. C. R. March; Junior,
H. T. Buckner; Primary, Mrs. Angerline Monly,
who for four years has enjoyed teaching the dear
little ones the way to their Lord and Savior Jesus
Christ.

Rey. March is doing grand work in his day-
school; he has a goodly number of scholars.

We request the prayers of all our dear friends
and believers in Christ for God’s blessing on our
work. We want to make 1912 a year of hard labor,
and with the Lord’s blessing our labor will not be
in yain. JAMES HINsoN,

Superintendent of Sunday-School.

What A Change!

A city missionary visited an old Christian
woman who lived in the County Poorhouse. As he
spoke to her of the comforting promises given to
all believers in the Gospel, he noticed a happy smile
on her face whilst her eyes were beaming with joy.
He paused and asked her, “Would you please tell
me what thoughts are passing through your heart?
You look so happy.”

“Oh, yes, pastor,” replied the dear old Chyris-
tian. “I was just thinking what a change that will
be when my Savior takes me from the poorhouse
into His Father’s house where there are many man-
sions, and where Ile has gone to prepare a place

for me.”
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Doing God’s Will.

A teacher, in his catechism lesson, was speaking
to his pupils of the good angels. One of the pupils
recited from Ps. 103: “Bless the Lord, ye His
angels, that excel in strength, that do His com-
mandments, hearkening unto the voice of His word.
Bless ye the Lord, all ye His hosts; ye ministers
of His that do His pleasure.”

Explaining the words, “ministers of THis that
do His pleasure,” the teacher asked, “How do the
angels carry out God’s- will?”

Many answers followed. One said, “They do
it directly ;” another, “They do it with all their
heart ;” a third, “They do it well.” After a pause
a quict little girl added, “They do it withoul asking
any questions.”

A Blind Woman’s Mission Box.

The editor of a mission paper writes: During
my last vacation I met in a French city a Christian -
woman, thirty-five years of age, who has been blind .
for nine years and who makes her living by spin-
ning. As she finds work in many families and so
gets into many houses, she makes use of the oppor-
tunity to do something for God’s kingdom. Ske ’
spreads Christian books and tracts and has fastened
to her spinning wheel a tin-box which she calls

cher mission box, and which bears the inscription:

“Have mercy on the poor heathen!” When I met.
her, the box was’ well filled with missionary offer-
ings. She surely does what she can for the mis-
sion cause.