The Lutheran Pioneer St. Louis — 1908, Page 21

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The Lutheran Pioneer.

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“Ah, you sent for him!” said the pastor.

“Do you think he’d come if we didn’t send for
him? How’d he know Maria was sick?” replied
the mother, looking at the pastor as though she
pitied his stupidity.

“Do you always send for the physician when you
want him?” asked the pastor with provoking mild-
ness.

“Well, I declare!” exclaimed Mrs. Minty. “What
do you ask such questions as that for?”

“T did not know,” said the pastor, “but that as
you expected the clergyman to find out as best he
could that your daughter was sick, without sending
for him, you might do the same with the physician.”

Something had been gradually dawning upon
the’ mind of Mrs. Minty, which the last words of
the pastor, uttered with inimitable good-nature, re-
solved into a full intellectual surmise. Her severe
face relaxed into a broad smile. “Ha, I see!” she
exclaimed. “I thought them was mighty queer
questions. Well, [ guess I had ought to ha’ sent
too, seeing as how I sent for the doctor.
And you didn’t know Maria was sick?” — 7’. F. C.

for you,

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Bought with Blood.

A cruel African chief one day ordered a slave
to be killed for a very small offense. An Inglish-
man who overheard the order at once went to the
chief and offered him many costly things if only
he would spare the poor man’s life. But the blood-
thirsty chief turned to him and said: “I don’t want
ivory, or slaves, or gold. I can go against yonder
tribe and take all they have. I want no favors from
the white man. All I want is blood.” ‘Then he
ordered one of his men to shoot an arrow at the
heart of the poor slave.

The Englishman instinctively threw himself in
front and held up his arm, and the next moment
the arrow was quivering in the white man’s flesh.
Then, as the Englishman pulled the arrow from his
arm, he said to the chief: “Here is blood. I give
my blood for this poor slave, and I claim his life.”

The chief had never seen such love before, and
he was completely overcome. He gave the slave to
the white man, saying: “Yes, you have bought him
with your blood, and he shall be yours.”

The poor slave at once threw himself at the feet
of his deliverer, and with tears flowing. down his
face, exclaimed: “You have bought me with your
blood; I will be your slave forever.”

The Englishman could never make him take his
freedom. Wherever he went, the rescued man was
with him, and no work was too hard, no task too
hopeless for the thankful slave to do for his de-
liverer.

If the heart of a poor heathen can thus be won
by the wound on a stranger’s arm, shall not we,
who are “redeemed by the precious blood of Christ,”
give our lives also to His service?

“Jesus, Savior, whose I am,
Purchased Thine alone to be,
By Thy blood, O spotless Lamb,
Shed so willingly for me,

Let my heart be all Thine own,
Let me live for Thee alone!”

Trusting in the Blood of Christ.

‘An old shepherd in England was taken to a Lon-
don hospital to die. His grandchild would often go
and read to him from the Bible. One day she was
reading in the first chapter of the First Epistle of
John, and came to the words: “The blood of Jesus
Christ, His Son, cleanseth us from all sin.” The
old man raised himself up and stopped the little girl,
saying with great earnestness:

“Ts that there, my dear?” .

“Yes, grandpa.”

“Then read it to me again —TI never heard it
before.”

She read it again: “The blood of Jesus Christ,
His Son, cleanseth us from all sin.”

“You are quite sure that it is there?” said the
old man. ;

“Yes, quite sure, grandpa.”

“Then take my hand and lay my finger on the
passage, for I want to feel it.”

The little girl took the old blind man’s hand
and placed his bony finger on the verse, when
he said:

“Now read it to me*again.” -

With a soft, sweet voice she read: “And the
blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, clean us from
all sin.”

“You are quite sure that it is ‘there? ted

“Yes, quite sure, grandpa.”

“Then, if any one should ask how I aiea, tell
them I died trusting in these words: ‘The blood of
Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us from all sin.’”

With that the old man drew back his hand, his
head fell softly on the pillow, and he silently passed.
into the presence of Him whose blood cleanseth from _
all sin.