We had a wonderful time with them here one Saturday night.  Five hundred of them crowded the hall and listened for an hour as we spoke on the good news of the free offer of life.  When the invitation was given, over two hundred stayed to the after-meeting as desiring to follow Christ.  After we had spoken one of the men came forward and asked if he could say a word.  He had been an earnest Christian before the war, and as he began to speak of his fall and of his trusting wife and children at home, the poor fellow broke down in utter wretchedness.  It seemed to strike a responsive chord in the hearts of the married men all over the room.  Many a one buried his head in his hands and wept bitterly.  A second after-meeting was held and God seemed to be moving in the heart of every man present.  Man after man rose to tell of his fall, or of his repentance, or of his new acceptance of Christ.  The feeling was deep but controlled.  It was one of the saddest and yet one of the gladdest meetings I have ever attended.  One minister present said he had seen nothing like it all through the Welsh revival.

During their stay in this hospital great changes have taken place in many of these men.  Here is Dan, a young chauffeur, a strong-willed, self-sufficient young fellow who thought he needed no help and no religion.  He has a Christian wife at home to whom he has been untrue, for the temptations of the war swept him off his feet like a flood.  In the meetings this week he turned to Christ and has been working right and left bringing in others ever since.  Beside him is a poor fellow whom he has just brought to the meetings.  He went on leave to England, only to find his three children deserted by his wife, who had run away, untrue to him.  At last he found her, and brought her home.  On his return to the army, he finds that now he has to bear here in the hospital the vicarious result of her fall.  He came to me as a non-Christian struggling with the problem of forgiveness.  Could he forgive her all this and his broken home?  At last in Christ he found the power to forgive and took up his heavy cross.  He knelt at the altar of the little chapel and yielded up his life to God.  Tomorrow he leaves the hospital to begin a new life.

Here is a young Australian who was untrue to his wife.  When we first saw him he was hardened by sin.  That night he yielded to Christ.  The next Sunday we knelt beside him at the Lord’s Supper.  He was a new man; his very face was changed.  He said, “I have read of miracles in the past, but there was never a greater miracle than the change which has taken place in my heart and life.  I am a new man.  I can look any one in the face today!”

Beside him at that communion table knelt a young gunner, “Joe,” of the Royal Field Artillery.  He was a strong, red-cheeked six-footer, winsome and good to look upon, the most popular man in his battery.  Away from home among bad companions he was swept off his feet and fell.  He has found Christ here among the prodigals in a far country.  Before leaving he came up to bid us good-by, saying, “I’m going out to warn other men and to witness for Christ to the end of my days.”