# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1925_S79
# Machine transcription, uncorrected — CHI Digital Archive (demonstration)

THE LUTHERAN PIONEER. 79

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Sister Hull was a staunch Lutheran all her life.
She loved her Church and its doctrines. Even in
her old age she never missed a service, and she
taught her Sunday-school class every Sunday.

Whenever one would enter her home, he could
notice on the table, in the front room, the Book of
Concord, the Bible, and the Catechism. These
books were the treasure of her heart and an inspira-
tion to her soul. She was a subscriber of the
Pioneer for over thirty years.

She was sick only a week, the cause of her death
being influenza and pneumonia. The “flu” epi-

The Late Sophronia Hull.

demic is raging through Catawba County. The
faithful family physician, Dr. Long, did all he
could to save her life, but his efforts were in vain.
She was conscious till death and fell asleep in Jesus
praying to the Great Physician of her soul till the
end. ‘The funeral services were held on Saturday,
at four o’clock in the afternoon, and our little
church could not hold the crowd of mourners and
friends who gathered to pay their last respects to
our beloved friend and sister. ‘The undersigned
took for his text Ps. 4,8: “I will both lay me down
in peace and sleep; for Thou, Lord, only makest
me dwell in safety.”

Salisbury, N. C. Carrineton R. Marcu.

Our Youngest Mission
at Indiana Harbor-East Chicago, Ind.

The mission I want to tell you about really
ought to be an older mission. At Indiana Harbor-
East Chicago, Ind., as well as in other parts of the
United States, there are thousands of Mexicans em-
ployed in our various industries. Should it not be
our duty to break the Bread of Life also to these
people whom the Lord has placed at our door?
When I accepted the call of our Indiana Harbor
congregation, I should have started this work im-
mediately. But — better late than never!

Several times I noticed that Mexicans came to
our church. However, not being able to understand
the language we used in our services, they derived
very little benefit from the services. Finally, hay-
ing been encouraged by several brethren, I decided
to study the Spanish language, which all the Mex-
icans are using. This was about eighteen months
ago. Mr. A. E. Jiménez, a native of Mexico,
coached me along in Spanish and rendered me most
valuable services. After having returned from a
trip to Mexico last year, I opened a Sunday-school
for Mexican children in fall. An old public school
building, which at present is used by the National
Guards, is very favorably located for this purpose.
I felt very grateful when I was granted the priv-
ilege of using a room in this building on Sundays.
September 14 was the date set for the opening,
which had been announced to as many Mexicans
as I could reach. But oh, how it rained that Sun-
day morning! Owing to a misunderstanding, some
Mexicans went to a different building, and I — had
only one young Mexican to start with. Very dis-
heartening, wasn’t it? However, a beginning had
been made, and I thought, “Try, try again!” The
following Sunday I had three children, the next
Sunday five,and so on. At the present time almost
forty children are enrolled. Not so bad, is it?

I wish you could have celebrated Christmas with
us on the evening of Christmas Day. I very much
regretted the fact that we could do very little prac-
tising for our Christmas program, because the room

which we are using was usually cold; only on two

Sundays it was half-way comfortable, and you will,
no doubt, remember that we had some very cold
weather before Christmas. But I was determined
not to give up. I made the Spanish slogan, “Con-
stancia y Paciencia,” my motto. A committee, con-
sisting of some Mexican friends, trimmed the
Christmas-tree and decorated the room, and they
surely deserved credit for their fine work.