The Lutheran Pioneer St. Louis — 1933, Page 24

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THE LUTHERAN PIONEER

Alabama Briefs.

A Pleasing Result.

Pastors and teachers sometimes have little oc-
casion to rejoice over fruits of their labor. Recently
the writer (pastor and teacher) delivered short lec-
tures to his schoolchildren on “The Bond of Chris-
tian Love,” “Missionary Activities,’ “What the
Young Can Do,” etc. Some weeks passed. One
day, while we were out for noon, one of the girls
came to get permission for all the girls to go visit-
ing. Naturally the teacher would want to know
where they were going. “We want to go and see
Miss Kennedy,” was the reply. (Miss Kennedy is
the secretary of our Sunday-school, and she was sick

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Rev. Hy. Grigsby.

at that time.) Such a request could not justly be
refused. I told them that they must go and return
together. Then they wanted change for a nickel.
“What for? There’s no store on the way.” “We
want to carry a penny each to the sick; we have two
already, but need five more.” (There were seven
girls.) So they went to see the sick girl, and how
happy she must have been to know that these little
folks were thinking of her during her illness!

What could be more pleasing to any worker? —
H.W. Grigsby.

A Fine Example.

One of our former teachers at Tilden, now at
work in Tennessee, although far removed from the
congregation with which she was affiliated, has not
forgotten to show her faith in, and love for, her
Savior. Every year she has sent a contribution of
$5 for the Harvest Home collection. This year

again. Would that many others who have been
brought to the true knowledge of salvation in Jesus,
upon moving to parts where there is no Lutheran
church, did likewise instead of promptly forgetting
their debt of gratitude and their obligations of sup-
port to their home church.

Homely Wisdom from Colored Lips.

During the intermission between Sunday-school
and services at one of our stations recently the
writer listened in on a conversation between two
men. The topic was the depression, and then the
conversation took this turn.

Referring to the harvest: “And how did you
come out?”

“Oh, I have no right to grumble. I got plenty of
corn, but I can’t get any money for it.” (Meaning
that the price was so low.)

“True, but I don’t see that a $3 meal tastes any
better than a 50-cent meal.”

In the same conversation the topic veered to the
work of the Red Cross. One brother recounted
recent efforts of a storekeeper to induce him to apply
for help. He politely refused in this way : —

“Yes, sir, I could get some help, I suppose. But
I’m a member of the White Cross [meaning that he
was a “follower of the Cross”], and I believe Jesus”
promise that He will provide for His own.”

Epwarp A. WEstcorr.

Capitalizing Hard Times.

I. A Hospital Worker.

Mount Zion Congregation, New Orleans, has a
voting member, Asa Johnson by name, who attended
its day-school under Teachers Eugene Vix and
D. Meibohm about thirty years ago and was con-
firmed in the Lutheran faith. After confirmation
he became delinquent as a church-member and spent
many years at 708 South Rampart Street, the
Harlem of New Orleans, leading a worldly life.
After his return from the war an abdominal rupture
which he had contracted gradually grew worse and
forced him to go to the Marine Hospital for an
operation. Here one day two unknown visitors
passed through his ward distributing Lutheran Aid
Association bulletins and free cigars. This was
such a rare occurrence that it seemed to Asa like an
apparition. The work of these Lutherans, cheering
these downhearted people in their beds, also made
a lasting impression on his mind. He resolved to
use his spare time for work like this should he ever
recover.