Dishonoring Christ

A chaplain at the Front was preaching to three hundred men, who were very soon to go over the top. He told them they need not fear, they would be all right for heaven if they died for their country. A major who heard him, said in a loud voice, “Men, he is not telling you straight; hands up those of you who believe him.” Not a single hand went up. Then a soldier started to sing, and the whole three hundred men joined in. They sang the grand hymn:—
“When I Survey the Wondrous Cross.”
The effect of the singing was indescribable. It reached His ears who died on the cross, “the Just for the unjust, to bring us to God.”
Then a Presbyterian chaplain gave a gospel address, uplifting Christ. Then they sang hymns, mostly ones learned in the Sunday School. One great big fellow sang:—
“Gentle Jesus, meek and mild,
Look upon a little child;
Pity my simplicity,
Suffer me to come to Thee.”
He was one who went over the top and be never came back.
“THE NIGHT COMETH”
May our hearts be stirred up to pray more earnestly for souls around us. “The night cometh, when no man can work. How solemn our Lord’s own words! Thank God for those who are in earnest to win souls; each heart reached, how thankful we shall be in that coming day of glory, it may be, so soon to dawn, but what will it mean to the world? —the day of grace over. I was thankful to get enclosed from a dear young friend:—
“My holiday week... was quite an uplifting time.... I have found rest and blessing in doing the service of the Master... am deeply sorry to say many of these dear children had neither Bible nor Testament in the house and I have seen so many joyful little faces brighten at the sight of the ‘little khaki book,’ as many have come to carl it, that my heart has gone up in prayer for His blessing. Since I have found so many without the Word of God, I have felt moved to bring into my work this rule of distributing.... I wrap each in two tracts or messages, enclose one text, and a short prayerful letter, asking God’s blessing upon it, and then place all in an addressed envelope.... I know there is no need to tell you of the blessing that comes to us, as we see the bright little smiles, as I hand them in by the door. The underlined on the brief report are those who await the little gift, owing to my lack of Testaments, as I am pleased to say I have given between forty and fifty in the past month, and so have used up my stock.... Please give my regards to the Doctor.”
Another friend training for a missionary, thanks me for Testaments, which he is so glad to receive for the work, supplied by Dr. Wreford. He writes:—
“Yesterday afternoon we went down the slums and three young women gave their hearts to Christ, and last night one young woman and man. All glory be unto Him. The gospel of Christ is still the power of God unto salvation. Of course we get a little persecution occasionally, but what does that matter as long as souls are being saved from the power of darkness, death and hell.”
“Therefore let us not sleep, as do others, but let us watch” (1 Thess. 5:6). A. A. L.