“I shall fight,” writes a French soldier, “without fear, certainly without hate. I feel myself filled with an illimitable hope. You have no idea of the peace in which I live. On the march I sing inwardly, I listen to the music that is slumbering inside me. The Master’s call is always ringing loudly in my ears.” Such was the spirit of a young soldier of France, and such must be the spirit of the Church of Christ. “On the march I sing!” “The music inside me!” One has said: “So long as song rises above our sorrows Satan can never conquer!” And indeed, we have something and everything to make us sing. We have our risen and present Lord, and we have the boundless resources of redeeming grace. “He loved me and gave Himself for me.”
J.H.J.