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Table of the Commandments, no place for the Three Articles of the Creed, no place for the Lord's Prayer as Jesus taught it, and certainly no place for the Sacraments. What is there left? Oh, they would write upon their banners and publish as their slogan, "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you." And while each would like to be treated in this way, each would see how little of this rule he might observe and get by with it. However fine and liberal and broad-minded their sentiments appear when they publish them in popular phrase, the tendency of their efforts is to lead us back to the detestable religion and hypocrisy of the Pharisees. The fruits of that religion we know. Those heartless Jews left the poor and wretched and sinful and burdened without help and without hope, as sheep without a shepherd. And they crucified Him who came to save that which was lost. "Ye shall know them by their fruits." Matt. 7, 16. The only religion which has forgiveness for the sinful, strength for the weak, mercy for the miserable, relief for the burdened, compassion for the orphans and the sick, is the Gospel of Jesus Christ, the Crucified. There is no other salvation for the Jew than this Gospel. Contributions to Christian churches will not take the place of true repentance and faith in the Messiah of Israel. Jehovah to-day says to the Jews and to all men: "To what purpose is the multitude of your sacrifices unto Me? saith the Lord. I am full of the burnt offerings of rams and the fat of fed beasts, and I delight not in the blood of bullocks, or of lambs, or of he-goats. . . . Bring no more vain oblations; incense is an abomination unto Me; the new moons and Sabbaths, the calling of assemblies, I cannot away with; it is iniquity, even the solemn meeting.... Wash you, make you clean; put away the evil of your doings from before Mine eyes; cease to do evil; learn to do well; seek judgment, relieve the oppressed, judge the fatherless, plead for the widow." Is. 1, 11. 13. 16. 17. And: "If I were hungry, I would not tell thee; for the world is Mine and the fulness thereof." Ps. 50, 12. S.
President F. Malinsky, Ontario District.
doubters who are "ever learning and never able to come unto the knowledge of the truth" - they do wish to teach others. But is it rational for one who is infested with doubts to wish to instruct others? Ought not the doubter to learn and the man of conviction and certainty to teach?
Even in some concerns of our daily life we cannot be both happy and in doubt. No child can have peace of mind while he is "open to conviction" on the question of the honesty and decency of his parents. Husbands and wives are pitiable wretches as long as they are "open to conviction" on the matter of mutual loyalty.
May we not hope that in the realm of science the facts of arithmetic at least are settled? And in the realm of the divine, should not God and His Word of Truth be beyond all question? When a boy tells us that he will do better, we are open to conviction; but when God tells us a truth, may our right hand forget its cunning if we do not trust Him implicitly! In the very nature of things, the man who does not believe God is damned. The foretaste of eternal woe is in his heart.
We Christians must know that he who would have us doubt any word of God wishes to corrupt our souls with that sin of which God has said: "He that believeth not shall be damned." Our prayer is not that on matters of divine revelation God would give us a mind "open to conviction." Here our prayer is: "Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief," and: "Lord, increase our faith." We pray for faith, not for doubt. Our creed is not: "I am open to conviction," but: "I believe." S.
Help for the Scientist. The Lutheran Companion (Augustana Synod) tells us of the Danish philosopher Heegaard, who formerly was a freethinker, but has now turned to Christ. In the introduction to his Pedagogics he writes:
"Sufferings and deep sorrows have shaken my innermost soul and completely shattered the foundation upon which I formerly built. Sincerely trusting in the glory of science, I was certain that under all circumstances I would here find a secure refuge. This illusion has crumbled into dust. When the storm came, all the hawsers of science burst as if they had been scorched strands.
"Then I caught at the help in which so many before me had taken their refuge I sought and found peace in the Christian faith. I have not therefore given up science. I only place it in another position now. But I can bear this witness, that, when all becomes dark before your eyes and all hope seems gone, there is but one anchorage: the simple Christian faith. Happy he who does not wait until he has come to the last extremity, but casts his anchor in time!"
Is it not strange that some modern men of science who claim to know so much seem to be ignorant of what even many an intelligent heathen knew? A heathen said that, though a man thinks he knows ever so much, if he does not know what is good for himself, he does not know much. Many a scientist must still learn that he has a soul, and that something must be done for that soul.
While it is day and we are out, neither in need of a warm room nor of a good bed, should we be so thoughtless as not to know that when night comes we shall need both? What do we think of one who during the summer forgets that the winter is coming? Where is there an intelligent father or mother who, during the youth of a child, does not think of the child's later years? Yet many of these men of science forget that they have a soul, that trials are coming, that death must be met. But it is with the unbelieving scientists as St. Paul tells us the natural light of their reason will not serve them in this matter, the god of this world has darkened their understanding that they should not see the glorious light of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. 2 Cor. 4, 3. How can we Christians ever sufficiently thank God that He has given us His grace and the light of His Word and the precious gift of faith and has drawn us to Himself? Not one of these things can men buy with millions, not one of them can they reach with their understanding, not one of them can they obtain by their merits; and God has given us all purely out of fatherly divine goodness and mercy, without any merit or worthiness in us.
And let us not fail to offer what we have to the poor scientists who are without these riches. We have made one step in the right direction by having pastors at our state universities. God bless them! S.
"He Taketh Away the Heart." (Job 12, 24.) — Much publicity has been given the fact that Dr. Barnes, the new bishop of Birmingham, England, ranks himself with the ancient order of Modernists who hold by the exploded theory of evolution. He was recently challenged by Dr. H. G. Morton, secretary of the Wesley Bible Union, to "public debate as to the validity of Darwin's speculations." Dr. Barnes condescendingly replied:
"I do not think that any useful purpose would be served by such a debate. All competent biological specialists throughout the civilized world are now agreed that man has been evolved from lower forms of life. He is in fact derived from some generalized
ape stock. If you do not agree with this conclusion, there is nothing to be said. Posterity will smile at your refusal."
Responding to this, Dr. Morton has again communicated with the bishop, adducing as evidence the statements of many "competent" biologists who reject Darwinism and regard evolution as "nothing more than a theory greatly desired, though still unproved." In the further course of his letter Dr. Morton adds:
"What we want, my lord, is proof. Evidence is so strangely lacking. What is called evidence by evolutionists is mere supposition. Evolutionary books pour upon us a flood of 'ifs' and 'may-bes.' The reason is they are so honest and have nothing else to offer. You have no facts. And it is facts of science, not fancies of speculation, which posterity will value. So I await that approving smile with a cheerful mind."
The valiant doctor is still waiting for the answer of the
It may be of interest to add here that according to press reports this same Dr. Morton has held a series of lectures on the subject: "Are We to Accept the Bible Record of Creation or the Theory of Darwinian Evolution?" The reports are fair enough to state that it soon became evident that Dr. Morton was at home in his subject; also, that he was able to present his arguments in a manner both lucid and convincing. He showed that evolution is not a science, but a philosophy, and a false one at that, being based upon conjecture and not upon exact knowledge. He held that unscientific conclusions should not have been allowed to dominate the academic mind. The ascent from "primordial slime" was contrasted with the stately dignity of the Word of God: "So God created man in His own image; in the image of God created He him." A statement of Dr. Etheridge, the renowned fossilologist, at one time curator of South Kensington Natural History Museum, was adduced, who declared that nine-tenths of the talk of evolutionists is sheer nonsense and not founded on observation. Dr. Morton deplored that this false philosophy has penetrated even to the nursery. Before Christ came, Greek philosophers advanced different theories as to the "beginnings," some of them strongly resembling present-day evolution. These were all forgotten through the centuries, but lately there has been a recrudescence of such pagan notions in various forms. The enemy of men's souls has a great wrath in these latter days, Rev. 12, 12, and is stirred into activity, working "with all deceivableness." Read Col. 2, 8. T. STEPHAN.
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REFORMATION DAY AT AMBUR, INDIA.
At Ambur, where we have two compounds, an elementary and a high school, a boarding-school for boys and another one for girls, our school for Gospel-workers, and Bethesda Hospital, our Christians celebrated the late Reformation Festival in a really beautiful manner. Two services were held. Unfortunately they could not be held at a church, as we have no
Bethesda Hospital, Ambur, India.
chapel at Ambur, though we hope to put one up in the near future. Plans and specifications are already being made. The services were held at the Boys' Boarding-school. The afternoon service was in the form of a children's festival. The service was opened with a hymn sung by the congregation; then followed a prayer spoken by the missionary, which, in turn, was succeeded by the story of the life of Luther, the chief points stressed being his reformatory activity. All was interspersed with appropriate hymns and lyrics. About two hours were consumed by the service. An offering for the needy of the congregation was received.
The afternoon service was preceded by a procession such as Ambur very likely had never before seen. The boys of the boarding-school, which is on one of the compounds, some 70 in number, marched about a mile to the other compound, on which Missionary L. Boriack lives and where the Girls' Boarding
Pupils of the Girls' Boarding-School, Ambur, India. school is located. Here the 76 girl boarders and the Christians on the compound, as also the Christians of a congregation in a near-by village, joined the boys. The whole number then returned through Ambur to the compound from which the boys had come and were joined on the way by Christians of the town and by the native mission-workers and their families. The whole number of marchers now was some three hundred. The boys and the girls sang Tamil Lutheran hymns either jointly or alternately. Several of the students of the Gospel Workers'
Training-school had brought their violins and accompanied the singing. The procession was headed by the missionaries. Some of the larger boys carried the British and the American flags. The entrance to the compound was decorated with a large sign of "Welcome!" And the decorations in the Boys' Boardingschool gave it a very pleasing and inviting appearance.
Altogether our brethren at Ambur had a day which will linger long in their memory. May God build up a truly Lutheran community in Ambur and the surrounding territory!
The following missionaries are stationed at Ambur: the brethren Boriack and Blaess, in charge of the religious and the educational work; Miss Rehwinkel, in charge of the hospital; Miss Ellerman, in medical and zenana work; Miss Georgi, in charge of the Girls' Boarding-school and of zenana visiting. St. Louis, Mo. FREDERICK BRAND.
A PLEA FOR MORE MISSIONARIES.
Our Missouri Synod is now proclaiming the blessed Gospel of Salvation in two of the eighteen provinces of China. At present we have six stations in these two provinces, four of which, however, are manned by but one man. In the following the writer will confine himself to his station, Shasi, Hupeh.
Kiangling County, in which Shasi is situated, has a population of over 700,000 souls. Of this number less than 1,000 are called Christians! In this county the Missouri Synod, blessed beyond measure with the pure and unadulterated Word of God, has one missionary! To take the statistics a little farther in the whole province of Szechwan, with its 60,000,000 people, our Church has two missionaries, and in Hupeh, with its 30,000,000 population, we have but twelve male missionaries! These figures tell a story. They tell us that our task has just begun; they tell us that Christ has His tens, but the devil his millions.
Dear reader, spend but one day with your missionary, and you will be overwhelmed by the density of the spiritual darkness in which China's millions live. You will perhaps awake in the morning to hear the cracking of firecrackers. Your neighbor is driving the evil spirits out of the neighborhood. Later on, while walking down the street, you may meet a funeral procession. Several men precede the procession, setting off firecrackers and burning paper money. Farther on in the procession follow the priests, who through their prayers open the gates of the Western Heaven to admit the soul of the departed. Immediately back of them, on a table carried by two men, is a large brass bowl of burning incense. Behind this follows another table with food for the spirit of the deceased. Finally comes the coffin, surrounded by a number of men who are keeping up a deafening noise with drum, firecrackers, etc., all to keep the evil spirits at a distance. You see the procession wend its way, and with a heavy heart you wonder whether nothing can be done for these deluded people. On your way home a woman is seen burning paper money in front of her home. Upon inquiry you learn that an evil spirit has just touched the head of one of her children, causing a headache, and the mother is now appeasing the spirit by burning paper money. (The spirit needs money to buy food, clothes, etc., in the spirit world!) In the evening you are attending chapel services. Of a sudden a string of firecrackers is set off across the street, and the missionary, not being able to make himself heard above the din, must stop preaching until the noise has abated. It happens that this is the first or the fifteenth of the month, when the evil spirits are thus chased away, and the gods are petitioned for riches and good luck. These are only a few evidences of the devil's hold on these people which you will meet. And thus it goes on day after day.
Can we do anything to rescue the Chinese from the thraldom of the devil? We certainly can. We can bring them the Gospel, which is the power of God unto salvation. To do this, we need three things: prayer, men, and money. The latter two avail nothing without prayer. Therefore let us pray that the Lord's kingdom may come to these people also. Let us beseech the Lord to extend their time of grace, and then let us prove the sincerity of our prayer by bringing them the Word of God. We need more missionaries! Two of our men have been forced to leave the field, one because of personal illness, the other because of the illness of his wife, and a third is trying to regain his health by temporarily retiring from active service. We need reinforcements. If this work is to expand, we must bend every effort to increase our forces. Human souls, undying souls, are at stake.
Dear fellow-Christian, we have just entered a new year. In this year many thousands of heathen will have to meet their Maker. Shall we not in an increased measure show our gratitude in the coming year to the Babe in Bethlehem, whose birthday we have just celebrated, by proclaiming to the heathen what the Babe in Bethlehem has done also for them? Shall we not more and more emulate the example of the Wise Men and bring our gifts to the Christ-child? Let us prove that the hymns of praise we recently sang at the celebration of the birth of the Savior proceeded from a heart filled with love towards this Savior.
CHRISTMAS IN THE BLACK BELT.
On December 24, 1924, I left Selma for the children's service at Kings Landing. It was a raw, chilly day, and rain was falling, one of those drizzly rains driven by a wind that cuts through garments and penetrates to the bone. My Ford was loaded with decorations for the Christmas-tree, with rubber balls, little dolls for the girls, and the usual "goodies" for the bags all the gift of our many friends throughout the country. Arriving at Kings Landing, I went to the schoolhouse with the teacher, and we decorated the waiting cedar-tree. Our hopes for a successful program were at low ebb, for the rain continued to fall, intermittently in torrents, swelling the creeks and shutting off every avenue of approach to many children living farther back in the cabins on the surrounding plantations. About six o'clock we opened the door of the schoolhouse in answer to a knock, and one of our members stepped from the darkness into the building with: "Sorry, but my children can't come out to-night. They've got no shoes." It soon became evident that the program could impossibly be given that night. We decided to let the children who were present recite their pieces, sing a few hymns, preach a sermon, and return to Selma. This we did, and at the conclusion of the short service we counted seventy-six souls that had braved the weather to come to their first Lutheran Christmas service.
I had not gone more than a mile on my homeward trip when the lights in my Ford burned out, leaving me in a patch of stately pine-trees surrounded by blackest darkness. I slipped and stumbled up a hill some three hundred yards to a house where I was fortunate enough to get a Ford bulb and a lantern. The bulb was of no service, burning out immediately as the others had done, and so I decided to hang the lantern on the car and attempt the trip by its doubtful flickering. The first bump brought the lantern to the ground. Blindly feeling about on the muddy road, I succeeded in locating it. It had been badly bent, but the globe had in some unaccountable way escaped damage. Very cautiously I endeavored to adjust the bent parts, then lighted it once more, and by means of a handkerchief, a Christmas-gift, fastened it securely to the radiator cap. All went well, though extremely slowly, for a mile. Then the wind, finding its way through the imperfectly adjusted parts, caused the globe to blacken with soot. In an effort to clean it I held it out in the rain, a performance that often became necessary during the next hours, and once more with flickering "headlight" started Selma-ward. To add to my discomfiture, the wind-shield was coated with drops of rain, which made it impossible for me to drive with any degree of safety.
As I continued to push the car along the muddy road, up hill and down hill, with ditches inviting me from both sides, I grew weak. Whether it was the darkness bearing down upon me from the wooded sides of the road, the splashing of the muddy water against the fenders of the car, or whether it was the danger lurking in those ditches on the sides of the road, I cannot say. But I grew weak, for I gave myself up to thoughts of this kind: "Here I am, driving along in this fashion on one of Alabama's muddy roads, miles from the nearest city, and Christmas Eve at that! What a life this is!" And then I thought of our large churches, crowded with happy men, women, and children. I could hear their merry voices, their cheerful, happy, gladsome hymns. I thought of our large Lutheran centers with the many Lutheran homes, the Christmastrees, the joyful celebrations, the snow-covered ground outside and all that goes with a good Lutheran Christmas celebration. And I almost blush when I write it-I began to think of myself as a martyr as I sat in that Ford on the lonely Alabama road surrounded by pine-trees, blackest darkness, mud, and falling rain.
But Luther drove from my heart and mind any such thoughts, even the remnants of such meditations the nex morning (I spent part of Christmas morning in reading one of Luther's sermons). Luther carried out this thought:
"God destroyed Sodom, and it is surprising that He did not do likewise with Bethlehem when the people there refused to give shelter to the Virgin Mary when the eternal and everlasting Son of God. the King of Glory, was to make His advent into this world. Mary had to go to a stable, being refused shelter in any of Bethlehem's homes, and there Jesus, the Lord of lords and the King of heaven and earth, makes His bed in a manger where cattle are fed. And note well, He was not compelled to do this, for He could have remained in that heavenly home, where the angelic choirs pay homage to Him and sing His praises, and where all is happiness and love and peace and joy. But for our sakes He made His bed on hay and straw; for our sakes He left comforts and glory and bliss. To redeem and to save us poor sinners, Jesus gladly and willingly left splendor and glory and all and chose as His bed a manger. Through this Child and His suffering, which culminated in His awful death on Calvary's cross, we have been saved from eternal death. Now we are infinitely rich, for through Him we have become heirs of life eternal. And while Jesus was willing to turn His back upon all that was His in heaven, while He was willing to have as His birthplace a hard bed, to be wrapped in swaddling-clothes, and, later, to suffer, bleed, and die, we lazy fellows grumble and complain if we have no soft pillow and feather-bed to rest on. Shame on us!"
Such were the thoughts in that wonderful Christmas sermon, and I really felt ashamed, deeply ashamed, for permitting such gloomy thoughts to come to my mind the night before.
It was with a different heart that we spent the rest of the Christmas season. Professor Lehman and I left for Rock West that afternoon, where forty children, singing Christian Christmas-hymns for the first time, delighted the hearts of a large audience. I related to Professor Lehman the thoughts in Luther's Christmas sermon. Needless to say, we did not mind the bitter cold atmosphere in that antebellum cabin at Rock West, where the Christmas program was given by shivering children before a large and shivering audience (the weather had turned cold, and there was nothing but an open fireplace in the delapidated cabin), nor did we, later in the night, as we pushed our Ford over sixty miles of Alabama roads against a stubborn wind, consider ourselves martyrs.
The following night we drove to Midway for the children's service there, and we and our large audience were filled with Christmas joy as the children told us of the grace of God manifested in the birth of His Son. This they did in song and answers and recitations. That night four pupils of the trainingschool* accompanied us, and the forty-four miles of driving was as nothing, for we rolled them off to the tune of those glorious Christmas hymns which tell of the wondrous and redeeming advent of the Christ-child into this world of sin and sorrow. Thirty-five miles from Selma we were met by Pastor Westcott, who was returning from the plantations where he had conducted services the past five days. With him were several trainingschool pupils, who had spent the holidays with their parents and were now returning to school.
Sunday, December 28, the program at Kings Landing was given. About 150 people crowded into the little schoolroom, and many more were turned away for lack of room; as it was, the floor-joists gave way under the load, causing quite a little excitement for a few moments. We heard from these little children. who, before the Lutheran Church came to them twelve months ago, knew nothing of the Savior's birth in Bethlehem, one of the finest Christmas programs we have ever heard.
Eight years ago the colored people did not know how to celebrate Christmas in a God-pleasing manner; they celebrated it with riotous living, drinking and dancing at frolics. Since our Lutheran Church has come South, what a difference! As we write these lines, there is nothing left of the Christmas candy, fruit, and nuts. The lights on the tree are no longer shining brightly. The decorations have been removed. But the joy and happiness brought by the preaching of the everlasting Gospel of Jesus into hundreds of formerly dreary and hopeless cabins on the plantations here in the South remains and will bear abundant fruit unto eternal life among large numbers of lowly and generally neglected colored people, both old and
NOTES AND NEWS.
We note that the Freikirche, published at Zwickau, Saxony, translates in full the article on "False Gospels" which we reprinted from the Toronto Globe some months ago, also our editorial on this article.
The last word in advertising is the folder announcing a set called "Outline of Knowledge." It shows on the outside page a refined couple at the breakfast table with an apeman with claws, fangs, staring eyes, and hairy breast bending across the white table-cloth. Horrible!
The Lutheran reports the death of Rev. H. H. Flick, October 27, 1924, at Philadelphia. Rev. Flick traced his ancestors back to the Reformation; his great-grandfather, Johann Adam Flick, was one of the persecuted Salzburgers who came over to Ebenezer, Ga., with General Oglethorpe and the Wesleys in 1735.
The beautiful Children's Home of the Lutheran Children's Friend Society at Minneapolis, was dedicated November 30. A picture of the Home shows a building of beautiful architecture, and according to the report before us it is thoroughly modern and well equipped. The Home is located on West River Boulevard and 36th Street.
Record of four hundred years of Romanism in Colombia, South America: Out of a population of 6,300,000, among which are numbered only 167,000 Indians, well over 90 per cent. are entirely illiterate. An appropriation often much in excess of a million of gold pesos is made by the government for the support of the Roman Church through schools and in other ways.
Mr. Henry F. Bente, who for many years served on the Board of Control of Concordia Seminary, died at St. Louis, November 25, 1924, at the age of sixty-eight. Our institutions owe much to the unselfish services rendered by laymen on our various synodical boards. And there is no higher purpose to which business ability and experience can be devoted than to the affairs of congregation and Synod.
The collection of our Alabama Negroes for a chapel in China now has reached $1,212. Rev. G. A. Schmidt writes: "In the first two services of the day one congregation with a quota of $40, went over the top. In the third service, on the evening of the same day, no collection was asked for, and still the members added four more dollars to the total. Another member informed us: 'My children gathered corn that they might have money for the collection."
Oh, it is a fast age! Week-ending in Pittsburgh recently some Brushton subscribers told us that in one of our churches of the Cleveland area they had succeeded in cutting down the service to 45 minutes. ("It's the bee's knees how they do cut down the liturgy," was the mysterious way in which one of the young ladies put it.) At a funeral in the State of Iowa the chief mourner hoarsely whispered to the pastor just as the service was to commence, "Make it snappy, Revener!"
At Simpson Church, Minneapolis, the worshipers are invited to "Bring your broadest smile and come prepared to sing yourself happy." In a recent service an illustrated lecture was given by "America's greatest bird man," Mr. Jos. H. Dodson, President of the American Audubon Society. Such services are considered up to date. As a matter of fact, they are simply a reversion to the rationalism of 1800, when German preachers discoursed on intelligent methods of breeding cattle and similar themes.
Rev. H. D. Seyer writes concerning the work in Tracy, Cal.: "Under Rev. A. H. Wessling's pastorate St. Paul's Church of Tracy gained the enviable reputation of being 'the only church on the West Side that still teaches the fundamentals.' Since the community has learned that under the new pastor the old policy will be continued, new faces have appeared at each service. Though the average attendance has been forty-five, sixty-five were in attendance the Sunday previous to the writing of this report."
Sentences we do not put on our church bulletin boards: 1) Worship with us - at our last "business meeting" we quarreled for two hours about putting in a new furnace. 2) Go to church Sunday- the pastor's wife is wearing her second bonnet in three seasons. 3) Hear the Gospel preached by a minister
who gets $800 a year and two loads of kindling-wood. One reason why such things do not appear on our bulletin boards is because churches where they are the order of the day have no bulletin boards.
Rather poor stuff is being handed out to our President when he worships at the First Congregational Church, Washington, D. C. "How to Get Health and Keep It," "The Psychology of Success," and "From Moonlight to Sunlight" seem to convey nothing distinctive of the Christian Gospel, and when the preacher discussed "The Father, the Subconscious Mind of God," "Jesus, the Conscious Mind of God," and "The Holy Spirit, the Superconscious Mind of God," he was preaching a heresy which the Church fought with might and main 1,500 years ago.
The New Reformation continues the Ministers' Monthly, a non-denominational paper which stands for the fundamental principles of Christianity and which has frequently spoken in terms of high appreciation of the Lutheran Church and its adherence to the Word of God. It is published at 5 North La Salle St., Chicago. Since the official papers of the various denominations have come under the control of Liberalism, the conservative element in the Reformed churches is looking to periodicals privately financed for expressions in harmony with the ancient creeds.
Young Missouri is carrying on the tradition of good secular music. In the 40's and 50's of the last century the only homes in which good music was found in the Great west were the Lutheran parsonages, where from the old square pianos the harmonies of Haydn, Mozart, and Beethoven first were wafted upon the ears of the natives. In our own Great West, Bach, Guilmant, and Widor are played by many a teacher in public organ concerts, and in a recent concert given by Rev. and Mrs. Ph. Lange at Pierce, Nebr., the following names appeared on the program: Chopin, Bohm, Loewe, Mendelssohn, and Bach. As the reader may know, it was not only religious music which the Reformer had in mind when he called music next to theology the greatest gift of God. G.
Radioactivity in the Church.
WALTHER LEAGUE RADIO PROGRAMS.
I wonder how many people have heard the wonderful programs that are being put on by the Walther League and the Lutheran churches of Chicago over the radio. The programs are being broadcast quite regularly by the Sears-Roebuck Station WLS and also frequently by the KVW and the WBCN stations.
It surely does a person good to see that our Lutheran people are forging ahead, especially with the world's greatest and fastgrowing invention, and I think it would be a good idea if many of our churches and leagues would follow the lead which the Walther League Radio Committee of Chicago has taken in spreading the name and the true cause of Lutheranism all over the world. MARTIN J. WALTER.
STATION KFUO, CONCORDIA SEMINARY, ST. LOUIS
Station KFUO, Concordia Seminary, St. Louis, is on the air every Sunday and Wednesday, 9.15 P. M., Central Standard Time. It is a Western Electric No. 101, 500 watt station, Class B.
Hundreds of appreciative letters have been received from those who heard the station, from Cuba to Canada, and from the Atlantic Coast to the Rocky Mountains. Nearly all who have reported say that the programs have been well heard over loud speakers; not a few have said that the programs came across exceptionally well. Since this is true, it is likely that local conditions have interfered with those few listeners who could not report such good success.
We are desirous to have all who hear us write at least once. We desire to know by whom, by how many people, and how well