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92 The Lutheran Pioneer.

for the occasion. At 12 o’clock services began at
Nyland. Rev. Berger preached a Harvest Home
sermon. I also said a few words. We then left
the congregation in charge of Rey. Lynn, and Rev.
Berger and I started for Midway, eleven miles
from Nyland, over the roughest trail in Alabama,
in a buggy. Rev. Peay, Pastor at Oak Hill, had
gone to Midway for the first two services. He
preached at 12 mw. and 2 p.m. We reached Midway
thirty minutes after the second service had been
concluded. Another service was held immediately,
in which Rey. Berger preached, and I gave a short
address. After this service Rev. Peay went with
the buggy over the same eleven miles to Nyland,
where he was scheduled to preach at night. I fol-

We gratefully acknowledge receipt of school-
desks from Rev. Hissfeldt. We cai use more.

The building at Nyland is now under con-
struction. ‘

God bless all our muission-friends, and grant
them a blessed Christmas! G. Hl. Scuerpr.

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A Letter from Virginia.

Meherrin, Va., November 1, 1919.
Drar “PIONEER” READERS : —
It gives me pleasure to read the PronEER and
hear from different mission-stations. We recently
celebrated our annual Harvest Home Festival, and

Immanuel College, Greensboro, N. C., October 14, 1919.
Left, Rey. J. MeDavid.

lowed later with “Doc” Hill, a member at Midway.
We traveled on mule-back. We left Rev. Berger at
Midway, where he preached at night. Another ser-
vice at Nyland at night, and Rey. Peay and I went
on horseback to the river, cranked the “Gospel
Ford,”. and reached Camden Monday morning at
1 o’clock, having traveled a total of 54 miles, by
auto, buggy and horses, and mule-back.

Nores. — People six miles from Midway have
asked for the Word of God. One hundred and
fifty-one people have given their names, and ex-
pressed their intention of joining the church, if we
send a preacher to them. We shall give these people
a*sermon now and then, and, if possible, later give
them a preacher. “The laborers are few.” ‘These
words of the Savior come home forcibly here in
Alabama. “Pray the Lord of the harvest that He
will send forth laborers into His harvest.”

we had a grand time. No less than five Lutheran,
pastors were with us. Our old pastor, Rev. Polzin,
of Philadelphia, preached in the morning; Rey.
Schultz, of Farmville, Va., spoke in the afternoon;
and Rey. Schwehn, now professor at Greensboro,
preached the evening sermon. ‘The sermons were
all good, ‘you may be sure. Besides these three
preachers, our own pastor and Rey. Jessie Hunt,
of North Carolina, were present. Friends had come
from far and near to rejoice with ws, and the col-
lection was the largest ever lifted in our ehurch.

I have been a Lutheran for thirty-seven years,
and don’t you know, there are actually some Lu-
therans ashamed to confess the Lutheran doctrine,
though it agrees with the Bible in all respects,
and therefore points the way to heaven so plainly.
I read in the PronEER where somebody called ours
the “sweetened water church.” It made me laugh,