# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1919_S17
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NOTICE TO READER.

When you finish reading this magazine, place a 1-cent. stamp on this
notice, mail the magazine, and it will be placed in the hands of our sol-
diers or sailors destined to proceed overseas.

No Wrapping — No Address.

A. S, BuRLESON, Postmaster-General.

Che Lutheran Pioneer.

A MISSIONARY MONTHLY.

PUBLISHED BY THE EVvANGELIcAL Lurueran Synoprcat ConrErence or Norra America.

REY. F. J. LANKENAU, EpItTor.

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

Acceptance for mailing at special rate of postage provided for in section 1103,
Act of October 3, 1917, authorized on July 5, 1918.

Vol. XLI.

ST. LOUIS, MO., MARCH, 1919.

No. 3.

Why?

Long years ago,
3y all denied,
The Son of God
Was crucified.

In field of white
A star of blue
Has lately turned
To golden hue.

This service He
So freely gave,
From sin and death
The world to save.

Short days ago,
~“In bloody strife,
A soldier gave

His precious life.

And yet this world
Heaps scorn and shame,
Yea, curses oft,

Upon His name!

We honor him —
*Tis right! He died
That liberty
Should e’er abide.
In field of white
A star of blue
Has lately turned
Co To golden hue.
Herpert C, CLAus.

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‘Behold the Man!’’

JOHN 19, 5.

We have once more entered the holy season of
Lent, that part of the year when we spend particular
time upon the suffering and death of our Savior.
During this season we follow Jesus to Gethsemane,
to the high priest’s palace, to the judgment-hall,
and to Calvary. And as we thus accompany Him,
the Lamb of God, from place to place and view
His suffering and degradation, we realize as we
neyer did before that He is indeed our Joy and
Comfort.

Behold His agony in Gethsemane; see how the
bloody sweat forces itself out of every pore of His

body and falls’ upon the ground. Look and see

how they are driving the cruel nails through His
hands and feet, and transfix Him to the cursed
wood. » Look, all ye sinners, and behold your suffer-
ing Lord and Savior. See how His crown of thorns
is studded with drops of blood that adorn the
diadem of the King of grief with most precious
jewels. Behold the Man — His limbs torn, His form
poured out like water and laid in the dust of death;
God has forsaken Him, and hell has compassed Him
about. Look and see whether grief like His is else-
where to be found. All ye that pass by, come and
see His suffering, so indescribable, a wonder to men
and angels, an incomparable miracle. Look upon
this Man of Sorrows, who has no equal.

Gaze upon Him, ye sorrowing; for if the cru-
cified Savior can give you no comfort, there is no
joy for you, neither in heaven nor on earth. If the
ransom of His blood cannot animate your breast
with hope, then there is no hope for you, then the
heavenly harps will no longer sound, and the right
hand of God can no longer afford pleasures un-
ceasing.

Come to the cross on Calvary, come up closer
to the crucified Savior; come and stand oftener and
longer under the cross of Jesus; look into the face
of the Crucified One, and your doubts and fears
will have to vanish. You need but look upon His
wounds and your own will heal. The meditation
of the Savior’s death will bring you life; the prayer-
ful consideration of His sorrow will bring to you
enduring happiness; and the more we reflect upon
His degradation, the more will the certainty of our
exaltation to heavenly glory fill our hearts. .There-
fore, “Behold the Man!” ine debe