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fought for the enthronement of right over wrong. When all of the forces involved in this great strug. gle are taken into consideration, men will come to see that we are almost in sight of the luminous revelation of Christ at the heart of the cosmic process. This is the kind of a Christ men both need and want, and just in proportion as men come to discern His presence clearly, and to adjust their thinking and their faith to this inconceivably great fact, so will they begin to grow into His likeness which is Christ in you, the hope of humanity. Enamoured of His moral beauty, drawn by His constraining love, gripped by the sweep of His mind, vitalized by His presence, mankind will emerge from the long night of a debauched materialism into the morning light of a spiritual age. The shadow that has stalked in our pathway is being cast behind.






F the rebuilding of society is to be something more than mere words, there must be a fixed

determination to build a really new world. Near the close of the war, a labor deputation waited upon Mr. Lloyd George. Among other things the great statesman said to them: "I firmly believe that what is known as the after-the-war settlement will direct the destinies of all classes for generations to come. I believe the settlement after the war will succeed in proportion to its audacity. The readier we are to cut away from the past, the better we are likely to succeed. Think out new ways, new methods of dealing with old problems. I hope no class will be harking back to the pre-war conditions. If every class insists upon doing that then God help this country. Get a new world.Not only must there be a really new world, but that world must be built upon a solid foundation. My long experience with men in the army leads me to believe that they have discovered anew in the Word of God, the foundation principles of the new social order. There are some who are just a little cynical as to the real place which the Pocket Testament played in the lives of the soldiers. On the whole I think it was far larger than we are inclined to think as the following incidents would seem to indicate:

“What have you done with your Pocket Testament, Buddy?” I asked one day of a bright, cleancut lad whom I had come to know very intimately. “On the level, now, what have you done with it?"

A faint flush spread over his face, his eyes dropped for an instant, then looking straight at me he replied:

“I don't mind telling you. I got hard up for cigarette paper one day, and unable to find any, I used a leaf from my Pocket Testament. It worked so well that I tried another and another. To be perfectly frank with you,” he continued with just a suspicion of sly wit as he glanced around at the other fellows, “I have smoked my Testament as far as the sixth chapter of Hebrews.”

The laugh was at my expense. About that there could be no mistake, and it was perfectly plain that the lad's companions were waiting to see how would recover myself. I confess I was helpless for a moment, then my memory served me well. I recalled a striking sentence in the sixth chapter.

"I like your frankness, old man,” I said, “but allow me one favor, won't you? Let me read to you a verse from the sixth chapter of Hebrews before you smoke it."

“That is fair enough,” said one of the group and he evidently echoed the judgment of all. My friend also consented readily, so I took my own Testament from my pocket and read as follows:

“For as touching those who once tasted the good word of God and then fell away, it is impossible to renew them again unto repentance, seeing they crucify to themselves the Son of God afresh and put him to an open shame. . . . But, beloved, we are persuaded better things of you.”

As I read the last sentence my eyes met his with a smile on my face and a note of interrogation and expectancy in my voice. There was dead silence for a moment. Conflicting emotions struggled within him for expression. They passed across his countenance like shadows flitting on a sunlit wall,amazement, consternation, pain, repentance, fear, courage, joy. Then he spoke with a courage so characteristic of thousands of our young fellows: "Leave it to me, mister. I'll never smoke that chapter or any other."

It is impossible to estimate accurately the number of soldiers in France who had Pocket Testaments; perhaps one million, three hundred thousand. Several hundred thousand had prayer books or bound portions of the Scripture. Some of these were seldom if ever read, a few were abused; but, far more than we think, the large majority of them were highly treasured. One day at Nevers word came from the Salvage Office that we could have three boxes of Testaments by sending for them. We sent at once, as we needed them badly. Upon opening the boxes we found not new editions as we had supposed, but three hundred and eighty-five muddiscolored, blood-stained Testaments from the battle field of Chateau-Thierry. It seemed to me that I never handled such sacred things. My friend and I could scarcely see through the mist that came into our eyes. We, too, stained many of them with our tears. Numerous passages were underlined, the names of parents and pastors filled the front pages. Three of them bore the marks of Greek letter fraternities. Each one that had any indication of a home address was carefully mailed to the friends. On the inside of the cover of one, deeply stained with blood, I read these words:

"Lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the earth."

As I closed the book and tenderly laid it aside, I said to myself, I know now the secret of ChateauThierry. The army that met and defeated the mustered hosts of hell was the vanguard of a mighty Christian crusade. The world war was won by the New Testament.

The things that are worth fighting for are worth living for. This was the conclusion reached by a group of one hundred and seventy-nine soldiers gathered one night in a Y. M. C. A in France for a song service and Bible study. The interest was keen and the character of the questions discussed revealed that the men were thinking about what they would do when the war was over and they returned to America. These discussion groups were held in many places and the problems of social rebuilding after the war were always carried on with the same keen interest and insight. In the

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