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THE LUTHERAN PIONEER.
79
Ever New.
A beautiful woman lay on her death-bed. “Read
me something new,” she said impatiently to friends
who were trying to divert her with interesting books,
says the London Sunday-school Times.
While her sister went out to search for “some-
thing new,” the nurse took out her pocket Bible and
began to read the Sermon on the Mount. The sick
woman paid close attention to the end. “Beautiful!”
she said. “That will create a new sensation. Who
wrote it?”
“Why,” replied the astonished nurse, “that is
the Sermon on the Mount— in the Bible, you know.”
“The Bible! Anything so good and beautiful as
that in the Bible?”
“Surely; what else but good did you think could
be in it?”
“Oh, I don’t know.
a Bible in my life.
the house.”
“But you have certainly heard the Bible read
in church?”
“T have never been in a church. Sunday was
always our holiday. We got into that way in Paris.
We went to all the places of amusement, but never
to church. I never thought much about the Bible.
I never supposed it contained such beautiful things.
I wish I had known it before.”
She begged the nurse to read again the prayer in
the Sermon on the Mount that was so new to her:
“Our Father which art in heaven.” She passed
away, saying until her last breath, “I wish I had
known it before.” — NV. L. C. News Bulletin.
I have never looked into
My father wouldn’t have one in
Services in Lumber-Camps Once More.
A little more than two years ago we gave an
account of services conducted by Rev. H. A. Hand-
rich in several lumber-camps near Butternut, Wis.
Upon special request we shall revert to this matter
once more. We have been asked to report whether
Rey. Handrich has continued this kind of mis-
sionary endeavor and with what success. We have,
accordingly, interviewed Rev. Handrich on this
matter and have received the following information.
The services in the lumber-camps have been
continued since the first report was published. In
the winter of 1926—27 Rev. Handrich held seven
services in three different camps, the following win-
ter ten services in five different camps, and last
winter twelve services again,in five camps. Last
fall he again took up this work and continued it
throughout the winter. He visited only those camps
in which members of his congregation were em-
ployed in winter. His audiences were composed of
all kinds of elements and were never the same, since
the lumberjacks come and go continually. The
great majority of the lumberjacks were pleased to
see Rey. Handrich come to the camps and not only
attended the services, but also requested him to come
again “real soon.” After the services Rev. Hand-
rich distributed parts of the Bible or single books
(which may be had in cheap editions from the
American Bible Society), periodicals, particularly
the Lutheran Witness, and tracts of the American
Lutheran Publicity Bureau. He was assured that
this literature is diligently read by the lumberjacks
in their spare time.
But how about the success siof this work? Until
now two persons have been instructed and baptized
at Butternut as a direct result of Pastor Handrich’s
visits to the camps, and two others who have always
been employed in the camps are now receiving in-
struction in the Catechism. Pastor Handrich fur-
thermore states that those congregation-members
who work in the camps show a greater interest in
their congregation when they return home from the
winter’s work in the camps. But outside of this
visible success there must doubtless be a great deal
of other success, which, though invisible to human
eyes, but not so to the all-seeing eyes of the Lord,
will be made manifest to men and angels in
due time.
May God’s blessing therefore continue to net
upon this phase of Pastor Handrich’s missionary
work as well as upon the work of all true servants
of the Gospel who preach the Word in such and
similar out-of-the-way places!
0. H., in North Wisconsin Messenger.
The Only Orchestra of Its Kind.
The Lutheran Mission in New Guinea has a
very famous orchestra. ‘There is no other orchestra
like it in the whole world, for there is no ordinary
musical instrument in the whole orchestra. And yet,
when Missionary Zahn swings his baton over his
brown orchestra, the listener may well think that
he is listening to the music of a pipe-organ. The
instruments used by the members of this unique
orchestra are nothing else than large conch-shells.
Every shell gives but one note, and every player for
this reason can play no more than one note. The