Goodbye for May

It is a deep joy to me to feel that each month I am writing to thousands of friends. Friends who are interested in the Work of God among the troops. Friends who uphold our hands in prayer and loving sympathy. The Lord is coming, and He may be here any hour. If we work in the light of His coming what blessed service ours will be. I have been reading the life of the heroic Mary Slessor, the Missionary at Calabar. We are told she spent hours upon her knees in prayer and tears, as the awful need abound her pressed upon her soul. “Oh! Britain,” she cried “surfeited with privilege! tired of Sabbath and Church, would that you could send over to us what you are throwing away.”
What a prayer! Only those who enter into the deep need of human souls can pray like that.
And the need is great today. Think of battlefield’s where the dead lie in heaps, thousands upon thousands slain. Where are the immortal souls? Have you been exercised about them? Have you helped to send them the Word of God? Do you know what a Testament is to them? A gentleman wrote to me today for 100 Testaments, and says the men are mad to get them. The following incident will show you what the Russians, thank of the Word of God.