“When are you Going to Finish?”

I delight to record passing remarks that speak to the point of our earnest desire to work while it is day, for the night cometh when no man can work. Dr. Wreford’s coachman was posting at the General Post Office pile after pile of Testaments and parcels for the Front, Salonica, Malta, India, Egypt, etc., in answer to the soldiers’ cards sent home asking for Testaments, etc. The coachman had no idea an old clergyman was watching him, when he was startled to hear words said in a kindly tone: “Shall you soon have done? When are you going to finish?”
When I heard this I immediately added, “Not until the War, this awful War, has ended-and then, maybe, we shall have to work harder to help those who return.” Alas, for those who do not return! What shall we continue to do to point those to Christ? Oh! friends, help us to give them the Word of God whilst you have the opportunity. So many in England do not think about their souls, but still go on planning for pleasure. Two ladies met in High Street yesterday. “Which of the cinemas are you going to this evening?” “Don’t know; one, of course!” “When are you going to finish pleasure?” thought I, and think how you can help your brothers dying for their country?
Emily P. Leakey.