The Lutheran Pioneer St. Louis — 1924, Page 101

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The Lutheran Pioneer.

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pin, and the 61st of the mission-stations now exist-
ing was started.

We had found twenty-eight Lutherans, of whom
nineteen were communicants. ‘They had moved
here from Alabama, Louisiana, and Springfield, Ill.
So, as missionary, we cannot feel that we have done
anything. The Lord had our congregation waiting
for us. Our place of worship is the Y. M. C. A. hall,
38th St. and Wabash Ave. When we went there,
we saw at once that we would have to have our own
chapel, a church home, if we were to do well. It
will cost thousands to erect a suitable building
here. So we decided to try to help ourselves as
much as possible. “Accordingly, on the 4th of May

mortar into an envelope and send it in for us,
kindly do so. May the Lord bless us all and make
us effective workers in His kingdom!
M. N. Carter,
4841 Evans Ave., Chicago, Ill.

Alabama Notes.

From the Black Belt of Alabama to Backward
Cathay is a far cry; from the ragged coolie of
Kwantung, China, to the poverty-stricken farmer of
Alabama’s hinterland is another far ery, but a cry
that was heard by the toiling sons of Ham as they

is a eer

After the First Confirmation in Chicago, July 13.

we started our Building Fund. During these six
months we have collected a little more than $99
for that purpose!

Our first confirmation was on the 13th of July.
Five ladies were confirmed, and 3 boys were bap-
tized. The last Sunday in November will be con-
firmation day again. We hope to add eleven souls
to the congregation then. Perhaps the number will
be fourteen. We now have twenty-eight communi-
cants and forty-three souls.

The Northern Illinois District, at its last con-
vention, voted a handsome sum for our building.
For this we are thankful. We rejoice that, under
God’s guidance, a beginning has been made here.
Aside from the cost of the lot and the building,
an organ, a pulpit, benches, etc., must be bought.
Therefore, if you care to put a brick and some

sweated and labored in the cotton-fields of the
South. From far-away China came a cry, the soul-
cry of little De De, begging, pleading, for a morsel
of Bread that he might be delivered from the devils
who sought to carry him away. From the swamps,
hillsides, and highways of Alabama came an an-
swer to De De’s soul-cry, and a black hand reached
out across a continent, across an ocean with its
many islands, and grasped a yellow hand in a clasp
of friendship, of Christian love. The hand that
spanned a continent, an ocean, to clasp a yellow
hand, was not empty, but it carried with it the
means with which to help De De to a morsel of
Bread.

Nine years ago a wail went up from the swamps
of Alabama, and this despairing cry was heard by
the blessed Lutheran Church, which came and broke