The Lutheran Pioneer St. Louis — 1908, Page 61

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In conversation with the old chief, the mission-
ary asked, “Do you ever expect to see your daughter
again ?” y

“No,” replied the old man; “we don’t think
like you people—we believe the spirit goes into
air.”

“And does that make you feel good?” asked the
missionary.

“No,” again replied the old chief.

“Well,” said the missionary, “I had two beau-
tiful daughters who came to stay awhile with me,
and then they, too, went to a far country, but some
time I expect to see them again.”

With a questioning look on his face, the old
chief asked: “Did any one ever come from that
country ?”

Like a flash came the thought to the missionary :
I can tell him the story! “Yes,” said he, “the Chief
of that country sent His only Son to us.”

And he told him about the birth and childhood
of Jesus, about Ilis manhood and ministry here on
earth, about His temptations and miracles, about
His sufferings and death on the cross, about His
resurrection, and concluded by saying: “And some
day He will come again, and receive His own unto
Himself.”

“Ah, that was a good story!” exclaimed the old
chief. “Nobody ever told me that story before.”
Then, after 2 moment’s hesitation, “I wish I might
believe that story; if it is true I will believe that
story.”

Time passed on; the missionary was transferred
to another place. After several years, he went back
to his former people. Inquiring for this and that
one, he at last exclaimed, “And the old chief; what
has become of the old chief?”

“The old chief? Oh, he is dead. He ied a
glorious death, with a full and firm belief in a lov-
ing Savior.” :

Said the missionary: “How glad I am I told
him that story.” — Recorder.

‘

A Happy Blind Child.

The late Bishop Pyle of England said the hap-
piest child he ever saw was a little girl eight years
old, who was quite blind.

She was traveling on the railway when the
bishop met her. No one she knew was with her, not
a friend nor a relative, to take care of her; yet,

- though totally blind, she was quite happy and con-

tent; for she had found the source of all true happi-
ness, and her eyes had been opened to the comfort-
ing light of God’s promises.

“Are you not afraid to travel alone?” asked a
gentleman.

“No,” she replied, “I am not afraid; I have
traveled before, and I use in God, and people are
always very good to me.’

“But tell me,” said the bishop, why you are
so happy.”

“Jesus loves me and found me, and I love Him,”
was the reply.

The bishop then began to talk to her about the
Bible, and found she knew a great deal about it.

“And how did you learn so much about the -
Bible?” he asked.

“My teacher,” she said, “used to read it to me,
and I remembered all I could. I- like the story of
Jesus in the gospels and the description of heaven
in the last three chapters of Revelation.”

Having a Bible with him, the bishop read to the
happy child, as the train dashed along, those last
three chapters of the Scriptures.

He Was the Other Fellow.

A shrewd, worldly agnostic and a Christian
clergyman, dressed in a modest clerical suit, sat
at the same table in the Pullman dining car. They
were waiting for the first course at the dinner,
delicious: Hudson River shad. ying his com-
panion coldly for a moment, the agnostic remarked :

“JT judge you are a clergyman, sir?”

“Yes, sir; I am in my Master’s service.”

“Yes, you look it. Preach out of the Bible,
don’t you?”

“Qh, yes; of course.”

“Find a good many things in the gig book that
you don’t understand — eh?”

“Qh, yes; some things.”

“Well, what do you do then?”

“Why, my dear friend, I simply do just as we
do while eating this delicious shad. If I come to
a bone I quietly lay it on one side and go on en-
joying the shad, and let some fool ee on chok-
ing himself with the bones.”

Then the agnostic wound up his watch and
went into the smoker. — HZ. iM.

To feel temptation, and to consent or agree to

_it, are very different things. — Luther.

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