By the Editor
Darkening Days
THE darkening days of the year are coming now. The autumn winds are blowing keenly, and the dead leaves, are fluttering on every breeze. The storm sweeps across the landscape, and the wild clouds fly before it on the shadowy sky. Out at sea the heaving billows seethe beneath the footsteps of the storm, and leave a foaming pathway in its track. Night comes on early now. We love to get home out of the cold and wet, and.1hut.the doors, and fasten the windows, and draw the curtains, and sit with our faces to the red glow of the fire, and fed the comfort of home, while the bleak night moans outside. And as we sit in comfort, we think with pity of the homeless and the wanderers without. “God pity the homeless,” is our cry, “the storms are out and the cutting wind... and the driving sleet; God pity those without a home tonight,” Yes, they need our pity. God alone knows the sorrows and the sufferings of the poor.
But the shadows of a darker night are coming; we live in darkening days. The clouds are gathering in awful gloom across the skies of time. I see the darkness of the clouds of worldly pleasure throwing their shadows on a lost world. And there is the darkness of blasphemy, and drunkenness, and immorality and skepticism, and worldly religion, and self-righteousness, creeping on. Darkening days for this world are coming. The tempest is gathering, and the portents of the storm are manifest. And those of us who are saved, who have fled as doves to their windows, who are in Christ, and thus outside the world—we look back, and we see what is coming. We feel the comfort of home, the home of the love of God. We know the shelter of the blood of Christ; and we cry in prayer over you, “God pity the sinners when the storm does break! God make them flee from the wild night of sin, to the bright day of Thy presence.”
Let me repeat what I have repeated so often:—
We trust workers for God on land and sea will send to us for parcels. We have sent close on nine thousand to various centers, and will gladly send to any Chaplain, worker, or soldier or sailor, who wants to distribute the Word of God to English, French, Italian, or Belgian soldiers or sailors, or to civilians.
Any soldier, or sailor, or anxious soul who wants a Testament to fit their pocket, can have one by writing to Dr. Heyman Wreford, The Firs, Denmark Road, Exeter.
If any soldier, or sailor, or civilian would like us to write to their wives or friends, or send them Testaments and books, we will gladly do so. We want to be a real help to souls in these terrible days.
Thank God His blessing rests upon our work, as the following will tell.