The Cry Today

THE cry has reached us in its deep intensity — a cry with an appeal in it that cannot be denied; a cry, not from Macedonia, nor from one man, but a cry voiced by millions, coming to us like great waves breaking in thunderous acclaim upon our shores, “Come and help us.”
I hear it from the trenches, and it drowns the sounds of war. “For God’s sake come and help us who are facing doom for you! We are looking into the eyes of death, and the gates of eternity are opening before us. Come and help us.”
I hear it from the parched lips of wounded men, moaning in a wilderness of pain: “Come and help us.” It is the cry that has reached the hearts of thousands, a cry that has sent good and earnest men across the seas in answer. It is a cry that has appealed to our hearts in a way no other cry has ever done. We must help them.
Thank God, we have been able to send 100 large parcels, or more, this month to the Front and to the Fleet. We sent 40 last month and rejoiced at that. We shall empty our shelves now, but the This is what they are craving for, and by God’s grace these Testaments and portions offer them that comfort.”
Lord will fill them again for us we are sure. How timely was the gift from a dear Christian family of 5,000 Gospels of St. John. May God bless them for it. We want 5,000 more for next month, and if we had 10,000 we could send them all away. We want Testaments as well — the smaller in size the better.
I want you to listen to voices from the Front as well as to mine; they will speak to you of the present need. It is that we have to deal with: