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Che Lutheran Pioneer.

A MISSIONARY MONTHLY.

PusiisneD BY THE EVANGELICAL LutnerRAN SyNnoDICAL CONFERENCE OF NortH AMERICA.

Entered at the Post Office at St. Louis, Mo.

Edited by Prof. R. A. BISCHOFF.

» as second-class matter.

Vol. Il.

St. Louis, Mo., July, 1880.

No. 5.

A Little Talk with Jesus.

A little talk with Jesus, how it smooths the rugged
road!

How it seems to help me onward, when I faint be-
neath my load!

When my heart is crushed with sorrow, and my eyes
with tears are dim; ~

There is nought can yield me comfort, like a little
talk with Him.

I tell Him I am weary, and I fain would be at rest,

That I am daily, hourly longing to repose upon His
breast;

And He answers me so sweetly, in the tenderest
tones of love,

*“‘T am coming soon to take thee to my happy home
above.”’

Ah, this is what I am wanting, His lovely face to see;

And, I’m not afraid to say it, I know He’s wanting me.

He gave His life a ransom, to make me all His own,

And He’ll ne’er forget His word to me, His dearly
purchased one.

The way seems long and weary to yonder far-off
clime,
But a little talk with Jesus doth while away the time.
The more I come to know Him, and all His grace
explore,
It sets me ever longing to know Him more and more.

I often feel so tired and mourn His long delay,

For I never can be happy while He remains away.

But we shall not long be parted, I know He’ll quickly
come ;

And we shall dwell together in that happy, happy
home.

So I'll wait a little longer, till His appointed time,
And along the upward pathway my pilgrim feet
shall climb.
There, in my Father’s dwelling, where many man-
sions be,
I shall sweetly talk with Jesus, and He will talk
with me.
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THERE was an amazing work to be done for
our redemption. The law, the justice, the holi-
ness of God about the awful evil of sin was to
be satisfied, and to this end suffering was to be
endured. But man could not satisfy, and God
could not suffer. Therefore Jesus was born,
the God-man, son of God, son of man, both to
satisfy and to suffer, without even the taint of
our corruption upon His holy nature.

Cling Closer.

True Christians are the children of God cling-
ing to the Saviour with the hand of faith. The
closer they cling to Him, the happier they will
be. The sunshine of earthly happiness, how-
ever, easily loosens their hold on the Saviour,
and God therefore leads his children often
through dark ways of sorrow and tribulation.
Clouds gather above them, and the dark gloom
surrounds them. What is God’s aim in doing
this? He wishes to bring them nearer and
nearer to the Saviour, He wishes to make them
cling more closely to Him. We lately read a
beautiful illustration of this truth, an illustra-
tion which we, and surely many of our readers,
know from experience. It is evening, the lamp
is burning brightly in the room and the chil-
dren are at their play. Bed-time comes, and
we take the little child into our arms out of the
bright room to carry it to its little bed. The

.| hall is dark, and the stairs are so dark; and the

tiny arms of the child tighten, the little head
nestles closer in its trust, because we have come
away from the light. And the closer the child
clings to us, the surer it seems to be that we
will carry it safely through the dark up to its
little bed. So God, for the sake of having us
cling more closely, sometimes carries us in the
dark. Perhaps it is loss of property, or the
pains of sickness, or the going out of dear ones
forever from the home, or the weary struggle
for bread, or the coldness of valued friends—
God is carrying us in the dark. Do we cling
closer? Do we trust more fully? Oh, let us
cling more closely to God, knowing that His
strong and loving arms will carry us safe
through the dark to our place of eternal rest
and peace and happiness, where ‘‘neither sor-
row, nor crying, nor pain”’ shall be; for sin,
our deepest sorrow, comes not there. Dear
Christian reader, marked with the sign of suffer-
ing, bowed down with trouble and with care,
cling closer, cling closer to the Saviour, and
read from the red letters of your trials that
sweet name of yours: Son, Daughter! (Heb.
12, 6—8.)

True religion gives no CHETATEERD © to
ignorance.

(For the ‘Lutheran Pioneer.’’)
“Because | am a Sinner.”

A little boy of seven years lay sick and, as
was supposed, was dying. Yet during the
whole time his peaceful state of heart was ob-
served by those around him, and, at length,
through mercy he was restored to health. Soon
after his father, in speaking of his dangerous
sickness, said to him:

“Charley, were you not afraid of dying when
you were so sick?”’

“Oh, no, sir! Not at all.’’

““Why, how is that, my son?”

“* Because I am a sinner.”

“But could that give you such peace?”’

‘Because, father, Christ died for sinners,
and I know He died for me, because I am a
sinner.”’

Reader, let this little boy be your teacher.
If you are a sinner, that places you in the
company of those that Jesus Christ came into
the world to save. He came ‘‘to seek and to
save that which was lost.” If you are a sin-
ner, then you are entitled and welcome to all
that Christ Jesus earned by His suffering and
death for all sinners, namely forgiveness of sins
and eternal life. All this you can have and
be happy and glad, only you must be a sinner.
And a sinner you are, for ‘‘there is no differ-
ence: they all have sinned and come short of
the glory of God.’? Acknowledge, therefore,
that you are a great, lost, and condemned sin-
ner and believe that Christ died for you too,
because you area sinner. Then you may live
and die happy and in peace. Just such as you
are has He saved, none else. Don’t think you
must be good, holy and sinless if you will live
and die happy. You never would. But sin-
ners knowing their sinful and lost state and
believing that Christ has saved sinners need
fear nothing. They know they are pardoned
and are sure of heaven. F. B.

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Back Brrers.—People who are friendly to
your face, and who speak against you when
your back is turned, are like cowardly dogs
which slip up behind you, bite and run. Such
people are rightly called Back Brrers.