The Lutheran Pioneer St. Louis — 1895, Page 14

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The Lutheran Pioneer.

that they knew it was his son. After the first] hopes were dashed to the ground, and there

embraces and words of welcome were over,
he told them, that when he was in the city, he
was discharged, but for no fault of his. Yet
he felt too much ashamed to go home, and so
he took ship and sailed for America, without
sending word home.

He then became more ashamed than ever
to write home, and so he worked year after
year, got married, and grew wealthy. But
when his wife died, the wrong he had done
his parents would not let him rest, and so he
returned to ask forgiveness and to cheer their
last days, bringing with him his only child.
After receiving their forgiveness, he also asked
the Lord’s forgiveness for his great sin, and
brought up his son in the
fear of the Lord, and
taught him to honor his
‘parent better than he had

done.
uth, Child's Paper.

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The Three Pilgrims.

More than eighteen
hundred years ago three
men were walking to-
gether along a country
road. Two of them had
left the city saddened at
the death of One they
loved, and at what they
thought the failure of
their hopes concerning
Him. On their way they
were joined by a stran-
ger, who with words of
sympathy induced them
to unburden their minds.
As they spoke of their
lost hope, the stranger
with infinite wisdom and
gentleness directed their
minds to what the proph-

was nothing left but a great sorrow, and a
great disappointment. They ‘had hoped,”’
but now, alas, they saw no ground for further
hope. When, however, they recognized Jesus,
their sadness was gone. Jesus lying in the
graye was the end of their hopes, but Jesus
risen filled them with the assurance of hope.
Had they possessed a clearer knowledge of
that which the prophets foretold of Christ,
they had not been so cast down, but now that
the word concerning Him had been explained
to them by an unerring teacher, and now that
they had seen Him alive who had been dead,
joy sprang up in their hearts.

Filled with joy the two disciples that very

THE THREE PILGRIMS.

ets had foretold of their loved One, and showed | night walked back from Emmaus to Jerusalem.

them that what had been foretold by the proph- They have seen Jesus,

ets had been exactly fulfilled by what they had

and have experienced
the power of His resurrection, and now they

seen in Jerusalem. In our picture we see the hurry to tell others of that which had made

three pilgrims arrived at the place to which
they were going. And the stranger ‘made as
though he would have gone further.” But
the two other pilgrims ‘‘constrained him, say-
ing, abide with us; for it is toward evening,
and the day is far spent. And He went in to
tarry with them.’’ As they walked with the
Stranger, their hearts burned within them
_ Whilst listening to His words. And now, as

a _ He sat with them at the table and broke bread,

their eyes were opened, and lo! He who had
joined them and walked with them, was He
whom their souls loved. It was Jesus, who
iat very day had burst the bands of death and
me out from the grave. How the disciples
when they saw their risen Saviour!
been overcome with sadness as
nded their way to Emmaus. Their

them glad.

The risen Saviour still speaks to us in the
Bible as we go our way through life. When
we are sad, do not our hearts often burn
within us as we listen to His words of com-
fort and of love? And are not our hearts
filled with joy as we realize that we have a
living Saviour? And should not this move us
to tell others of that which makes us glad,
and which alone can bring comfort and joy
to those that are still walking in darkness and
death? The true Easter joy must make us
zealous in our mission work. What is mission
work but a going and telling others at home
and abroad of the risen Saviour, that they too
may rejoice with us? As we have learned to
know the risen Saviour from His Word, so we
must see to it that this Word is preached to

others, that they also may come to know Him
and rejoice. Hence the importance of send-
ing the Gospel to heathen lands and eyery-
where in our own beloved country. Our pil-
grimage here on earth is short. When we
enter our heavenly home and with our eyes
behold Him whom our souls loved, how glad
we shall be to meet many who by our mis-
sion labors here on earth have been brought
to share with us the everlasting joys and bliss
of heaven!

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The Work Is Done.

The work of redemption is done. All done
by Christ, in whom the sinner must simply
trust for salvation. This
glad news we hear in
the blessed Easter time.
Blessed are those that
know and believe it. How
many there are, even in
Christian lands, that do
not know it and that point
the inquiring sinner to
his own works instead of
to the work of Christ!
Of this we were reminded
by a story which we re-
cently read. Itis a story
of the ‘‘good black doc-
tor,’’ as people called
him. And who was he?
He was a native of the
West Indies, a clever sur-
geon, and an earnest, de-
voted Christian. During

the war between the
French and the Germans
he labored in the hospi-
tals at Sedan among the
soldiers, caring for the

bodies and souls of
French and Prussians
alike.

A week before his death the ‘‘good black
doctor” was in England, preparing to return
to his post in the hospital at Sedan. He sat
in a first-class railway carriage. Opposite to
him was a short, stout lady, in spectacles,
next to her an elderly man, evidently her hus-
band, while the further corner was occupied
by a huge newspaper, beneath which emerged
a pair of legs. The two seats next to the doc-
tor were occupied by two ladies. ‘The doc-
tor, taking off his hat and putting on a travel-
ing-cap, leaned back in his seat with his eyes
closed.

The train had hardly started when he heard
the old lady talking to her husband in an un-
dertone. :

“John, what a very handsome man that is!””

“Hush, my dear! he might hear you!”’

“That’s just like you, John. How can he
understand our language? Why, he’s  reg-
ular negro.”

“I don’t think he is a negro, my dear.’’