# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1915_S81
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The Lutheran Pioneer.

A MISSIONARY MONTHLY.

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PuBLISHED BY THE EvANGELICAL LuTHERAN SyNODICAL CONFERENCE OF Nortn AMERICA.

REV. F. J. LANKENAU, EDITOR.

Entered at the Post Office at St. Louis, Mo., as second-class matter.

Vol. XXXVI.

ST. LOUIS, MO., NOVEMBER,

1915. No. ll.

, Because the World Is Money-Mad.

Because the world is money-mad,
It is so sad;

It is without the Christian’s joy,
The peace of God on high.

Because the world loves sin and vice,
It scorns the price

That Christ has paid for Adam’s race,
And spurns His saving grace.

But we who are the Lord’s rejoice;
His gracious voice,

His Gospel, cheers us every day,
And guides us on our way.

How soon life’s journey will be o’er,
And heaven’s door,

Will swing wide open to receive
All pilgrims that believe.

Hence we are thankful, triumph, sing,
/ And praise our King,

And seek to serve the Lord who bled

And battled in our stead. :

Oh, world, wilt thou be sad for aye?
Repent to-day,
Accept the Gospel, and enjoy
The peace of God on high.
H. OsTeruvus.

Trusting in God.

A few weeks ago I was in Detroit, where I spoke
at the annual mission festival in the church of
Rev. W. Circumstances made it desirable that
I’ leave Detroit again at the earliest possible
moment. By consulting the time-tables, we learned
that, by leaving immediately after the service, it
would be possible for me to get an interurban car
for Toledo, where, in turn, I should be able to
catch a train for my home. As Rev. W. would

not be able to accompany me to the station, and
as I am not well acquainted in Detroit, he and
I went over the ground on Saturday evening, so
that I might have no difficulty in finding the inter-
urban depot the next day.

When I left Rev. W.’s church on Sunday, my
watch showed me that I had about forty minutes
to catch the car for Toledo. A city street-car took
me to the Square. There I got off the car, and
walked south, as I supposed, on Woodward Avenue
to Jefferson Street, on which thoroughfare the sta- °
tion is situated. But I had not walked more than
a block when a feeling of uncertainty came over
me, and I asked a gentleman whether I was on
Woodward Avenue. He told me that I was on
Monroe Street, and gave me directions to Wood-
ward Avenue. I went back to the Square, and
there I walked, as I felt sure, on Woodward Avenue
toward Jefferson Street. But I had walked. only
a short distance when I noticed that I was wrong
again. By inquiring I learned that I was still on
Monroe Street! Once more I retraced my steps
to the Square. This time I actually.got on Wood-
ward Avenue. Now I knew that it was only a few
blocks south on Woodward Avenue to Jefferson
Street. I walked south on Woodward Avenue, as
I was convinced, probably four blocks. Meeting
a young man, I asked him where Jefferson Street
was, and told him that I was looking for the Inter-
urban Station. Pointing north, as it seemed to
me, he told me that I must go six blocks in that
direction, and then turn one block to the left.
Now, mark you, these directions were directly con-
trary to what I thought they should have been.
I knew the station to be south from the Square,
but the young man directed me to go north, as
it seemed to me. I knew the station to be one