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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