# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1917_S34
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us forgiveness of sins, life, and salvation in the
Holy Supper. He said to His disciples, “This is
My blood of the new testament” (Mark 14, 24). —
The Lord’s Supper is a divine ordinance, which
should be observed until the last day (Luke 22, 19;
1 Cor. 11,26). Aye, it is a Sacrament, in which,
by certain external means connected with His Word,
Christ offers, conveys, and seals His grace to us.
The words in which He instituted His Sacrament
are found four times in the Scriptures.

_ As the Lord’s Supper is a divine testament and
ordinance, it is not admissible that we understand
the words of institution in any other than their
literal sense. We have no right whatever to take
them AEN “The text of these words,”
Luther said, “is too powerful” to justify a devia-
tion from their clear meaning; for listen: “As
they were eating, Jesus took bread, and brake it,
and gave it to the disciples, and said, Take, eat;
this is My body” (Matt. 26, 26). Hence He
gives us His true body in, with, and under
the bread. “And He took the cup, and gave
_ thanks, and gave it to them, saying, Drink ye

all of it; for this ts the blood of the new testa-
ment, which is shed for many for the remission
of sins” (Matt. 26, 27. 28). In, with, and under
the wine He gives us His true blood. ‘That this
is actually the meaning of Christ’s words is ex-
pressly confirmed by Paul when he writes: “The
cup of blessing which we bless, is it not the com-
munion of the blood of Christ? The bread which
we break, is it not the communion of the body of
- Christ?” (1 Cor.10,16.) ‘The fact that not only
- the worthy, but also the unworthy communicants
receive Christ’s body and blood in the Sacrament
is brought out in the following words of St. Paul:
"“Whosoever shall eat this bread, and drink this cup
of the Lord, unworthily, shall be guilty of the
bods Ly and blood of the Lord” (1 Cor. 11, 27).
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‘A Visit to Our Louisiana Mission
Stations.

_ We departed from our home in Northwestern
Ohio on a bitter cold day in February, the ther-
ometer registering 16 degrees below zero. But
we left the train at New Orleans. two days
tla ‘we were greeted by the balmy air of spring.
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and the melodious notes of the birds wafted to us
upon the wings of a sweet-scented Southern breeze,
it was hard to believe that only a few hours before
we had been shivering with cold. It was practically
a jump from a snow-bank into a flower-garden.

New Orleans is one of the few cities that every
one should see, and to one who loves cities New
Orleans is always good to see; but if you can only
visit it once, do by all means time your visit so
that it may fall in the latter part of February or
the beginning of March.

After an absence of more than eight years it
was a pleasure once again to browse about the old
Creole city. But, oh, how it had changed in those
few years! The good old town had gone to work
and done a thorough job of house-cleaning. All
the old cisterns, the breeding-places of the stego-
myia, or yellow fever mosquito, were gone, and an -
adequate supply of clean, well-filtered river water
had replaced them; modern sewerage had taken
the place of the ill-smelling old cesspools; and
a fine system of surface drainage had done away
with the fine aroma arising from the gutter that
used to delight the sense of smell in olden days.
New Orleans had also killed innumerable rats, and
rat-proofed, at an immense cost, every building
within its bounds. Many a sky-scraper had been f
erected since our departure, and many an impas-
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asphalt or brick. Yes, there were many indications t
to show that the dear old city had cast off its
former languor, shiftlessness, and improvidence,
and had decided to introduce modern business
methods in the management of its affairs. i
Now, you must know that New Orleans is in f
many respects two cities, two altogether different
cities, separated from one another by Canal Street.
‘Above Canal Street we have the American New
Orleans, and below Canal Street is Creole New
Orleans. That part of New Orleans between Canal
Street and Espanade Avenue, and between the river
and Rampart Street, is unlike the rest of Nety
Orleans or any other city in America. The sixty
or more squares comprising the old town, founded
by Bienville two hundred years ago, are without
a doubt in appearance, custom, and character the
most foreign portion of land in our whole country.
The names of the narrow streets, paved with huge
stone blocks or cobblestones, are foreign, and the
many old buildings seem to be transplanted from
some old city in Spain or France.
T shall never forget my first walk through the