Collection › The Lutheran Pioneer (St. Louis) › Vol. 44 (1922) › Sheet 59
The Lutheran Pioneer St. Louis — 1922, Sheet 59
front matter 1
Page 1
Page 2
Page 3
Page 4
Page 5
Page 6
Page 7
Page 8
Page 9
Page 10
Page 11
Page 12
Page 13
Page 14
Page 14
Page 15
Page 16
Sheet 19
Page 18
Page 19
Page 20
Page 21
Page 22
Page 23
Page 24
Sheet 27
Page 26
Sheet 29
Page 28
Page 29
Page 30
Page 31
Page 32
Sheet 35
Page 34
Page 35
Page 36
Page 37
Page 38
Sheet 41
Page 40
Sheet 43
Sheet 44
Page 43
Page 44
Page 45
Page 46
Page 47
Page 48
Sheet 51
Sheet 52
Page 51
Page 52
Page 53
Page 54
Sheet 57
Page 56
Sheet 59
Page 58
Page 59
Page 60
Sheet 63
Page 62
Sheet 65
Page 64
Sheet 67
Page 66
Sheet 69
Page 68
Page 69
Page 70
Page 41
Page 72
Sheet 75
Page 74
Page 75
Page 76
Sheet 79
Page 48
Page 79
Sheet 82
Page 81
Page 82
Page 83
Sheet 86
Page 85
Page 86
Page 87
Sheet 90
Sheet 91
Page 90
Page 91
Page 92
Page 93
Page 94
Page 95
Sheet 98
Sheet 99
Page 98
Page 99
Page 100
Page 101
Page 102
Sheet 105
Page 104
Concordia Seminary Library, St. Louis (scholar.csl.edu/lutheran_pioneer/44)
⤓ Download page image (full resolution)
Transcription machine transcription, uncorrected
The Lutheran Pioneer.
A MISSIONARY MONTHLY.
PuBLIsHED BY THE EvaNGELIcAL LutHERAN SynopicaL CoNFERENCE OF Nort AMERICA.
REV. F. J. LANKENAU, EDITOR.
Published monthly by Concordia Publishing House, St. Louis, Mo.
Subscription price, 60 cts. per annum, payable strictly In arene
Entered as second-class matter at the Post Office at St. Louis, Mo., under the Act of March 3, 1879.
Acceptance for mailing at special rate of postage provided for in section 1103, Act of October 3
, 1917, authorized on July 5, 1918,
Vol. XLIV.
ST. LOUIS, MO., AUGUST, 1922.
No. 8.
OUR MONTHLY MISSIONARY MOTTO.
‘“‘Christ is either Lord of all, or He is not Lord at all.’’
Work.
Let us work while it is day,
Here our duties to fulfil;
While there’s opportunity,
Let us do our Master’s will.
For the night’s approaching fast,
Sable darkness coming on;
Then our working-day is past
And our reck’ning day will dawn.
So, then, work while it is day,
Use the time allotted you,
Daily walk the Master’s way,
Daily strive His will to do.
Girded with the sword of faith,
Battle on while beams the sun,
Though the road be rough and strait,
Till life’s little day is done.
A. G. Somarer.
‘And So They Met at New Orleans,
The Versailles Conference, the Washington Con-
ference, and the Genoa Parley were born into the
world in the midst of tumult and shouting. These
conferences were opened and their sessions held in
marble halls, and the great of the earth, gathered
around green-topped tables, guarded by the best
secret police service the world could afford, pondered
over questions, the solving of which meant the mak-
ing or undoing of nations, the joy or sorrow of
whole peoples. Gathered ostensibly to bring eco-
nomic healing to the torn and bleeding nations of
the earth and to bind up the festering sores of years,
yet behind each mahogany chair there lurked a
shadow which urged every man present, like a trained
duelist, to watch for, and take advantage of, every
unguarded point of the question under discussion.
If-in the years to come these conferences of nations
prove to have been a failure, the world will sagely
shake its head and then go heedlessly on its way.
June 14 to 18 of the present year another con-
ference, unheralded by the press of the land, un-
noticed by the teeming thousands, sat in solemn
sessions in a little dove-colored chapel down in: the
city of New Orleans. Mid the roar of trolley-cars,
the cries of street hucksters, and the shout of chil-
dren at play this conference came into being and
carried on the work for which it had assembled.
Although this meeting was unknown to the world
at large and received no editorial notice in the big
dailies of the cities, still it was unique in its
character and personnel, and eternity will show the
fruits of the work accomplished there. The mem-
bers of this conference of white and Colored men
had traveled many hundreds of miles to discuss, not
sociological or racial problems, but the problem of
the ages, the saving of immortal souls. Marble and
sound-proof halls did not shut them off from the
noise of the streets, the comforts of cushioned
mahogany were not theirs; no cooling breezes,
generated by the vibrations of a purring electric
fan, soothed their perspiring brows; but these men