Two hundred and fifty postcards came by post to me to-day from soldiers anxious for a Testament. Day by day these postcards come from soldiers in all parts of the world, and day by day the postman sent from the post office calls for our daily mail, and takes it away in sacks. And the blessing is not confined to the soldiers, but the wives are being blessed as well. The following letter will tell its own story, and may God bless the writer.
“Dear Mr. Wreford, — Before my husband sailed to France, he left with me, among other things, an ‘Active Service’ Testament. I can’t understand quite why it should be, but somehow that little book is making me wish that I could be a better woman than I am. I don’t feel particularly sinful, although my life, I know, has been all wrong at times, and I’m afraid I don’t feel very sorry about it. In fact, I don’t feel anything, except that at times the thought comes to me that I should like to feel that Christ was all in all and everything to me. Can you help me? I have tried to read the Bible, but it seems to be just so much reading matter and nothing else, and it doesn’t appeal to me one bit. I have two babies — a boy and a girl — and I want them to grow up to be good and true, but I don’t feel that I am fit to train them unless I try myself to be good. I wonder if you will pray for me? I have no one to whom I can go for help or advice, and you offer to help anyone who will write, in the Testament; that is why I am writing to you.”
I desire to thank all my friends who have contributed to the work through Mr. Brice, of Cheddar, who sends to me every month sums collected in his shop.