A French soldier writes to me: ―
Paris, December 14th 1917.
“Mother has found one of these post-cards, and it is a light to me. I lost my dear Bible a long time ago, and should be very glad, to possess a New Testament. I promise to read it every day, and to return to the path of light, which was shown me by my dear “Pasteur.’ I must leave soon to join my regiment, and then, more than ever, I shall need the hand of Jesus, our kind Saviour, to Vide me. You see, dear sir, the. Studio often gives bad advice to a young mail whose faith is not very strong; although I live with my mother, who is a good soldier of Christ. ‘How happy she will be when I get the dear book of which she so often speaks to me. Will you also send one to my father, who is himself a good Christian? I own, to my great shame, that I have left this good way. A thousand thanks, dear sir, and be assured of my great gratitude, and my promise to faithfully serve my heavenly Father.
“Mother, will have great need of courage when I go, but she will be glad to know that I have God for a friend. Poor mother, I would ask you, sir, to pray for her. If you only knew how good she is! ― A. F.”