What will you give for Christ today?
All your gifts, dear friends, are registered in heaven. You have strengthened our hands and given us the means of working in this way for the Lord. The importance of the work is increasingly manifested. We are sending out close on three hundred parcels every month, and night after night our dear friends come and pack, and “their labor is not in vain in the Lord.” From all parts we are getting encouragement. Requests for parcels come from workers at home and abroad. We have never refused a request yet, and we hope the time will never come that we shall have to say we cannot send. If any of my readers have friends or relatives in the Army or the Navy who are willing to work for Christ in distributing His Word and books that speak about Him, would they kindly send the full address-to me, and I will send a parcel.
I have never had a work for God that I have loved more than this. And if it is my last work for Him, His holy name be praised for having allowed me to do it for Him.
I am always wanting Gospels and the Testaments that fit the soldiers pockets. They are hungering tor the Word of God. I have sent away more than forty thousand Gospels and Testaments, and I am always wanting more. Do send me the means to get more. It is for Christ, and those for whom He died, that I am pleading. You have husbands, and sons, and brothers at the Front, or on the seas―some saved and some unsaved. In watering others, you shall be watered yourself. A Testament you help to send may find its way to one you love, and God may save their soul. I want ten thousand “How Can I Be Saved?” badly, and thousands of “Message from God” (the price Isaiah 25/-per 1:000), and any gospel books in English or French suitable.
Christ is coming! Death is reaping a terrible harvest on every wounded hands of the Redeemer are stretched out over the world people, “Go ye, and preach the gospel to every creature”―preach you send and by the help you give. He says to the sinner, “Come unto Me, and I will give you rest.” Will you help them to come by sending His invitation to them?
Yours for Christ’s sake,
Heyman Wreford
Take this, dear friends, as my loving acknowledgment of all your gifts, and may the Lord bless you for your love for others.
NOTICE. ―The Christmas December number of “MESSAGE FROM GOD” will be a double number, 32 pages; the price, one penny. The number will contain an account of the Editor’s visit to Brittany, and the opening up of spheres of work among the French soldiers. It is requested that orders for this number should be sent in as early as possible to secure delivery.
The Diary of a Soul
By the Editor
THE last month of the year 1915 has come! —the most fateful year Great Britain has ever known. The world is drenched with blood and tears; hearts are breaking everywhere. As one has said “We are in the stress and tumult of a tempest which is shaking the foundations of the earth.” All over England and the Continent the bells are ringing out their message: “Christ is born at Bethlehem,” but the silver chiming is drowned by the hammering of forges and by the dominating thunder of the cannons that they make. Not only are dike foundations of the earth shaken, as nations are destroyed and rebuilt amid the volcanic upheavals caused by the mad ambitions of rulers, but faith in God is leaving us; the Son of God and His finished work is despised and set aside, “He is wounded” day by day in the house of His so-called friends; men about to die are taught that their death in battle means heaven to them. “I am the way” has no longer any significance to those who, traitors to their Lord, are trampling on His precious blood. One whose name is known all over England as a self-styled Christian teacher has said, “I do not want anyone to die for me.” This horrible War has been used by the devil to accentuate the awful cries of Calvary, “Away with Him.”
And what are we, as Christians, doing, and what have we done this year for the Lord Jesus? A Christian poet writes: —
“Another year! Another year!
Gone to eternity,
With its faithful chronicle of deeds,
And of all that failed to be.
Awaken now! Redeem the time!
Thy sun will soon go down;
Some other faithful laborer stands;
Let no man take thy crown.
‘Another year! Another year!
O God, forgive the past,
The selfish luxury of peace,
That made my anchor fast,
But left the foundering barques of souls
Around me halting down:
Oh grant me longer stewardship;
Let no man take my crown.
M. B.
We are in danger of losing our crown, some of us, and of going empty-handed into eternity. We go on as usual, calm and careless, in spite of the awful need of precious souls.
Let me ask you a question in the presence of God: “Do you know that every soldier dying on the battlefields today has an immortal soul? Do you care for that soul? Do you want to bring that soul to Christ?”
We are willing to help you if you want to work for God among these dear men, by sending hundreds of parcels of Gospels and Testaments to them. All nations are hungering for the Bread of Life, and we are hungering to send it to them. Help us by sending us the means to get thousands upon thousands of Testaments. We will send them, and God will bless you for your help.