I went the next night, and for an hour and a half I preached the Gospel to those officers.  It was a great chance; and it was the result of the note-paper which I have sometimes given out for an hour and a half at a time to your boys.

There are lots of people think you are not doing any spiritual work unless you are singing, “Come to Jesus.”  Put more Jesus in every bit of the day’s business.  Jesus ought to be as real in the city as in the temple.  If I read my New Testament aright, and if I know God, and if I know humanity, and if I know Nature, then that is God’s programme.  God’s programme is that the whole of life should be permeated with Christ.

God bless the women who have gone out to help your boys.  Women of title, of wealth and position, serving God and humanity behind tea-tables.

In one of our huts I saw a lady standing beside two urns—­coffee and tea.  She was pouring out, and there were 150 or 200 men standing round that hut waiting to get served.  The fellows at the end were not pushing and crowding to get first, but waiting their turn.  They are more good-natured than a religious crowd waiting to get in to hear a popular preacher.  I have seen these people jostle at the doors.

But your boys don’t do that.  They just sing, “Pack up your troubles,” and wait their turn.

Well, these boys, wet and cold, were waiting for a cup of coffee, and one of those red-hot gospellers came along, and he said, “Sister, stop a minute and put a word in for Jesus.  This is a great opportunity.”

“But,” she replied, “they are wet and tired; let me give them something hot as soon as I can.”

“Oh! but let’s put a word in for Jesus,” urged this chap.

Then a bright-faced soldier lad called out, “Guv’nor, she puts Jesus in the coffee.”  That is what I mean when I say you have got to put Jesus into every bit of the day’s work.

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I have never once been asked by your boys to what Church I belonged.  They don’t stop to ask that if they believe in you.  They want the living Christ and the living Message.  It isn’t creed; it’s need.  And don’t you get the notion that the boys can’t be reached, and don’t you think that the boys are hostile to Christianity.  They are not.  I won’t hear it without protest.  The best things that the old Book talks about are the things the boys love in one another.  They don’t always think of the Book, but they love the fruits of the Spirit in one another.  They love truth, honour, courage, humility, friendship, loyalty.  And where do you get those things?  Why, they have their roots in the Cross—­they grow on that Tree.

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I had a dear friend who won the M.C.—­a young Cambridge graduate.  He was all-round brilliant.  He could write an essay, preach a sermon, sit down to the piano and compose an operetta.  The boys delighted in him.  He would always be at the front.  He would always be where there was danger.  I was talking about him one day in one of the convalescent camps, and two of the boys said to me afterwards,