The Lutheran Pioneer St. Louis — 1916, Page 5

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The Lutheran Pioneer.

we dry our tears, and look forward to the time when
we shall meet him where there shall be no broken
circles of friendship and love.

The undersigned particularly feels the loss of
our brother, for to him he was a very dear friend.
As boys and playmates we grew up together; we
left home together for college in the fall of 1906;
for a while we were classmates and roommates; and
finally we became coworkers, preaching the same
Gospel and confessing the same faith. At the
severance of such intimate ties of friendship there
is deep sorrow; but we cherish the blessed hope of
being again united where no more parting will be
known.

Rev. Kent, the son of David and Frances Kent,
was born January 14, 1889, and was therefore in
the twenty-seventh year of his pilgrimage when he
died. He was ordained by the Rev. John Alston,
of Mount Pleasant, N. C., in July, 1914. Pastors
MeDavid, F. D. Alston, Schwehn, and Daehnke,
Dr. J. W. Fuller, and the undersigned acted as
pall-bearers.

As we laid the departed brother to rest, the
elements seemed to join in our sorrow and weep
with us, for as we lowered the casket into the grave
and consigned the body to the dust, a drizzling rain
set in to mingle its drops with our tears. Slowly
and solemnly fell from the pastor’s lips the words,
“Barth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust,” while
from our hearts there arose the sincere prayer that
the dust and ashes of God’s humble servant may
rest in peace until the coming of the Great Day.
And as we left the cemetery and watched the flowers,
those emblems of love and friendship, fading from
view, we bethought ourselves of life and all its tran-
sitoriness, how, like the flower, man soon withers
away, how soon his strength and glory is laid low
in death, and his place knoweth him no more. How
blessed, therefore, are we who can say: “We have
here no abiding city, but we seck one to come.”

As the-flowers and fresh upturned sod finally
faded from view, and we realized that we had looked
for the last time on what was mortal of our friend
and brother, we murmured these lines:

y Sleep on, thou servant of the Lord,

‘ Until the great day of waking,
When we and thou, with one accord,
Shall join the heavenly host in making
Eternal praises to the Lord.

Sieep on; for thee the race is won,

And thou’rt come into thy reward,

While we are left to struggle on;
_No rest for us, pure and unalloyed,
* Until we join thee with the Lord.

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Rest on and sleep, thou weary one;

Rest and sleep thy sweet and dreainless sleep;
For thee the day of life is done.

Sleep, and think thou not of us who weep
That thou art gone to rest so soon.

Rest on; for with tender hands we

Have laid thee down in thy hallowed bed;
Rest, for ere long we shall see thee

When thou shalt rise, not as from the dead,
But as from a quiet slumber.

R. O. L. Lynn.

Sakae

Mansura, La.

Sunday, November 28, 1915, was a day of joy
and sorrow for our little congregation. We rejoiced
because on this day the undersigned examined and
confirmed Miss Gertha Simmons, a young lady
brought up in our Lutheran school.

But it was also a day of sorrow for us, for
Rey. ©. P. Thompson, who had been here for a
number of months, preached a farewell sermon to
his many friends and relatives, basing his remarks
on Acts 24, 25. Mansura is the home of Rev.
Thompson. THe came here some months ago an
ill man, but has now so far regained his health
that he will be able to take up his work at Char-
lotte, N. C. His friends and relatives hated to
see the hour come which would take him from them.
May God keep him well and strong, so that he may
continue to proclaim His Word to the edifying and
strengthening of His people. W. J. TErvaton.

A Washington Memorial Meeting.

On Wednesday morning, at ten o’clock, Novem-
ber 17, 1915, the faculty and student-body of Im-
manuel College, Greensboro, N. C.assembled in
their chapel to hold a memorial meeting in honor
of Dr. Booker ‘I. Washington, the great Negro
leader, whose funeral was held on the same morn-
ing at ‘Tuskegee, Ala. The Rey. N. J. Bakke, Field -
Secretary of our Colored Mission Board, addressed
the assembly on the life and works of the great
leader. :

In the course of his remarks Rey. Bakke told
his hearers that several years ago, when the great
leader visited our school here, he had nothing but
words of praise for our Chureh and its work. He
also said that our College was the only Lutheran
institution Washington had ever visited. Some time
after his visit he sent a message to our Church,
which read: “May God speed that Church for its |