—32-“failed.” .The Mission House was like the death of Sunday in the church and Wednesday in the Wochengott-day, so was empty and the place where they should be, was so empty, in the assemblies and missions hours, where they never failed- in the house where they were always so friendly greeting, on the streets and in the field, where they always greeted so warmly, all together, they were missing. And that lasted 3 weeks, then the Mission House had to be thoroughly repaired and corrected, before new novices could be accepted. Finally, it was all the way in order and Martini could fulfill our all hopeful wish and undo the created gap. I went with my brother and twelve new arriving Zöglinge (guests) to the church; they appeared before the altar in the circle, and I held a short sermon about Romans 10, 13—15, said to them that I wanted to be their father and let them be my children, asked them kindly to agree with the Lord, and so long as they were in the Mission House, they should not have any other bonds. But only to how they would prepare for the service of the Lord and then handed it to my dear brother, who was to me at the altar. They then swore to us both with a handshake that they would fulfill the duties assigned to them by the Lord. We knelt down, prayed with us, and I blessed them. After this church service, which began with singing and was decided upon, we went to the Mission House to hold a household feast in the large classroom, where my brother was the house father and delivered the final prayer. And now, since the house is full, we are all once again satisfied. Now the Mission House is again a call, in the church is the Mission prieche and the empty space under the children again.

failed. The Mission House was like the death of Sunday in the church and Wednesday in the Wochengott-day, so was empty and the place where they should be, was so empty, in the assemblies and missions hours, where they never failed- in the house where they were always so friendly greeting, on the streets and in the field, where they always greeted so warmly, all together, they were missing. And that lasted 3 weeks, then the Mission House had to be thoroughly repaired and corrected, before new novices could be accepted. Finally, it was all the way in order and Martini could fulfill our all hopeful wish and undo the created gap. I went with my brother and twelve new arriving Zöglinge (guests) to the church; they appeared before the altar in the circle, and I held a short sermon about Romans 10, 13—15, said to them that I wanted to be their father and let them be my children, asked them kindly to agree with the Lord, and so long as they were in the Mission House, they should not have any other bonds. But only to how they would prepare for the service of the Lord and then handed it to my dear brother, who was to me at the altar. They then swore to us both with a handshake that they would fulfill the duties assigned to them by the Lord. We knelt down, prayed with us, and I blessed them. After this church service, which began with singing and was decided upon, we went to the Mission House to hold a household feast in the large classroom, where my brother was the house father and delivered the final prayer. And now, since the house is full, we are all once again satisfied. Now the Mission House is again a call, in the church is the Mission prieche and the empty space under the children again.