The Lutheran Pioneer St. Louis — 1922, Page 100

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“Your church, school, and college look pretty
good to me.”

“Yes; we are all preened up in new paint. And
it is no ‘sepulcher’ affair either. ‘The inside looks
. as good as the outside — probably better. Why, our
buildings have improved the appearance of the
whole neighborhood. How deep is our gratitude to
our beloved Mission Board! And now wait just a
short while. Our Board has done more than its
share; now comes ours.”

“How many professors has Luther College?”

“Three: Professor Meibohm, Dr. H. Nau, and
the Rev. Wildgrube. Rev. Wildgrube is temporarily
filling the chair offered the Rev. John McDavid, of
Charlotte, N.C. Upon the latter’s refusal, the seat
was offered to the Rev. F. Alston, of Charlotte, who
also declined the call. Both brethren, we are sure,
refused for legitimate reasons. In spite of this,
however, the college is in good shape, has a good
enrolment, and is likely to make this a banner year.
Your guide looks after the musical department.”
And now we go down to Trinity station.

It’s farther down town than the others. But
car-fare has been reduced from eight cents to seven
cents, — so well walk. Here we meet Miss R. John-
son. Her enrolment is in its youth, but bidding
fair for a healthy maturity. Much can be accom-
plished here at Trinity with time and patience.
The Rey. Wildgrube is supervisor. He is working
diligently for congregation and ‘school.

And now, dear friend and brother, our trip is
ended.. I hope you enjoyed meeting the brethren
and finding them up and doing. The Lord is truly

Mount Zion Church and School.

blessing us. It is now easy for you to judge the
future prospects of our congregations from the
present conditions of our schools. — “Coming events
cast their shadows before,” you know. But sh-h!!

The Lutheran: Pioneer.

It’s the editor. It’s great to hide behind the editor
when you are exhausted, isn’t it? Ever felt that
way ?

My beloved reader, be you pastor, teacher, or

Trinity Chapel, New Orleans.

layman, may God, for Jesus’ sake, bless your efforts
in His service also! This is His work. Without
Him the toiler worketh in vain.
To Him be praise, honor, and glory!
Wm. B. Seeperry, Jr.

James Washburn’s Christmas.

It’s an ideal Christmas morning. ‘The earth is
snow-bound, and a brisk, crisp wind is blowing over
the fields and through the streets of the town where
James Washburn lives. James, a lonely old gentle-
man of sixty-two winters, has risen early for the
occasion; for he is determined to go to the next
town, twenty miles distant, where his Lutheran
church is, to attend the Christmas service. He
must walk five miles of the way; but what are
five miles to James Washburn to attend a service
at any time!

James sets out to cover the twenty miles. The
large crowd on the train makes it necessary for him
to stand, and on his last hop by foot the cold morn-
ing air pierces his clothes and cuts his face. His
heart leaps for joy as he sees the church in the
distance; for nothing is dearer to James than to
join in with heart and soul when the wonderful
Lutheran hymns are sung, nothing can strengthen
him more than a sermon based on Scripture. He
comes near to his church and notices to his dismay
that all is quiet. No people, no happy noises. He
tries the door; it is locked. Poor James! He